Wenn ich sowas hier höre, wäre ich gerne wieder 10 Jahre jünger und mit einem großen Schwert in den Wäldern diverser Fantasy-Ländern unterwegs.

Narrator: Dungeons and Dragons. Satan’s game. Your children, like it or not, are attracted in their weaker years to the occult, and a game like D&D fuels their imagination and makes them feel special, while drawing them deeper and deeper into the bowels of El Diablo! This afternoon, the Dead Alewives’ Watchtower invites you to sit in on an actual gaming session. Observe the previously unobservable as a hidden camera takes you to the Inner Sanctum of Dungeons and Dragons.
DM: Golstaff, you have entered the door to the north. You are now by yourself, standing in a dark room. The pungent stench of mildew eminates from the wet dungeon walls.
Cheeto: Where are the Cheetos?
DM: They’re right next to you.
Golstaff: I cast a spell.
Cheeto: Where’s the Mountain Dew?
DM: In the fridge, duh!
Golstaff: I wanna cast a spell!
Cheeto: Can I have a Mountain Dew?
DM: Yes, you can have a Mountain Dew, just go get it.
Golstaff: I can cast any of these, right? On the list?
DM: Yes, any, any of the first level ones.
Cheeto: I’m gonna get a soda; anyone want one? Hey, Graham, I’m not in the room, right?
DM: What room?
Golstaff: I wanna cast…Magic Missile.

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