Context: So we took a trip to the town because the DM didn’t have anything planned that night, long story short we ended up in the bazaar and we also happen to be doing the session in the middle of Dennys. Player 1’s big bipedal Hyena character has a creepy thing for mine, the human solider, and during this all I have been forcing myself to learn the art of Leroy Jenkins..
DM: Okay so this poor kid looks at his father, setting the helmet down-running.
Player 1: I have a chase instinct, I chase down the kid!
DM: Okay you two, you turn the corner to the bazaar and you witness this kid just booking it toward you for some reason-then (Player 1) appears, flying over a stall, doing a barrel roll across the street and full on hunting this kid down.
Player 2 (Me): Uhhhh….I have to preserve the human race, gotta stop them, I have to save this kid. I UH…
Player 3 (The Alien): What the fudge
Player 2: I FLASH PLAYER 1, I PULL MY JACKET OFF AND FLASH THEM.
Player 3: Cringing I am cringing and not looking. No.
DM: Player 3, you question why she’s taking her clothes off. It’s not bath day.
*Insert 5-10 minute break to their catch breath for entire group who is dying at this point*
DM: *Sighing with great reluctance, questioning me, pointing at me, hoping to god the rest of the restaurant hasn’t heard this, triple checks this is what I want to do* Okay..So this is what happens. As you pull up your..You.. this kid gets the first inkling of puberty, and runs straight in to a door open on the street. Smack, he’s on the ground and Player 1 isn’t stopping.. Player 1, as you’re running on the hunt with blood lust, and you happen to glance over and see this glorious..you run straight through the door. Boom, it bursts in to splinters and you have a bloody nose for other reasons.
Player 2: Oh no, he got run over!
The DM didn’t appreciate that I inquired if the my character’s rack was worthy enough either.