Context: The party happened on a bunch of racist townsfolk beating up on a teenager. Rather than rushing headlong into a fight, their druid created a distraction by setting a small tree on fire. The townspeople all turned to the tree to investigate.
DM: Fen, you’re up.
Fen the Ranger: Uh, okay. I wanna take advantage of the distraction, so I step out of my hiding place, gesture at the tree, and say, “Oh, shit, guys, sorry! I’m so bad at camping! Can you help me put this out?”
[ The rest of the party laughs. ]
DM: Roll a bluff check.
Fen: My bluff is terrible! That’s a three.
DM: The townsfolk look at you, look at the tree, and look at you again. “You idiot!” one of them says. “How’d you even manage to set a tree on fire?!” And then, they whip out their waterskins to try and put it out.
Fen: [ over the party’s laughter ] I want to mimic them but without wasting any of my water.
Kirahee the Rogue: Did the townspeople roll a natural one or what?
DM: They rolled a two.
[ After the party rescued the teenager and cut down the townsfolk, they unanimously decided that Fen won the day. ]
context: im a DM and my players are part of a secret organization. For their first mission they were instructed to use aliases.
me(as npc): So whats your name stranger?
paladin: er… um… Norman.
me (ooc): pfft, norman?? like normal man???
paladin: yeah. Steve Norman.
me: ok shit… roll deception?
*rolls a 4*
me: yeah no. she is very skeptical. (in character) Norman. Steve Norman huh? is that really your name?
paladin: um no.. no… i tell her a different name-
barbarian (barging in): EYY STEVE HOWS IT GOIN
paladin: can dragonborns sweat? if so I’m sweating profusely.