"The critics were right, Eat your mushrooms is top-tier ☼masterwork☼ work." said Spriggans, concerning the Q'uaksnatic artworks. "Read it myself, it's full of thrill and surprises. And radioactive fungi... Send this message to the whole Bay!"
"This great book of randomness says, two slash ten is my destined number."
"Rolling? Great!" said PlumpHelmetMan.
"Four! Don't forget to share your relevant modifiers with us. Many do keep them for themselves, hypocrites!"
"Oh. OH! A small RaidTheDumpsite game! Woohoo!" rejoiced IonMatrix.
"Oh. OH! Two! Two dots! Yipee!"
"Four is number of mine..." whispered scourge728. Q'uaksna, enthusiastic about what'll come next, rolled four too.
"We must twist this story into some fantastic full-of-art fun thing!" proposed PlumpHelmetMan. "Like about that kobold guy or cheese making!"
"I can handle this..." croaked Q'uaksna. "That poster can come true. Bay Watchers against the mushrooms! Can they find out way out, and come victorious with their sanity unscathed? I can record our story, immortalize it... Even more!"
"Do it, draw!!! Draw!!!" shouted PlumpHelmetMan.
"But who shall become the GarbageMan?"
The wizard spoke, as they like to do:
"Within depths of a millennia old eucalyptus forest the floor brown with aged leaves and splashes of light paper bark the sorcerer slug slumps and casts a spell upon itself (protection against salt)
Three nunchaku slugu move 20ft towards you menacing with a hunger only a mushroom could sate."all your mushrooms are ours, hand them over and you will be spared"
Q'uaksna, PlumpHelmetMan, scourge728. It is your turn to act.""Hmmmm... Millenia-old..." hummed Eric Blank. "Eucalyptus forest... Lost my concentration again, but..."
"Got it! Ancient perpetual bonfire, hah! Genial!"
"I am a plump helmet man." said PlumpHelmetMan. "I'll sacrifice a bit of my cap, to protect my brethren.
"Eric Blank I'm going to need you to roll knowledge history or wilderness.
PlumpHelmetMan you break off a juicy piece of your head and offer it to sate the slugs
*rolls behind DM screen*
The slugcerer lurches foward and takes the offering, splitting it into 8 pieces each Slime ball is eating, in starvation they sought to harm now they are distracted by the meals... For how long though...""I am rolling twenty, okay? I pick wilderness. I also demand to be a sun druid kobold. Not sun dried, druid. Okay? Got it all?"
"This is one, see? One. With this one, I am healing the damaged cap. The word of this day shall be sporulation."
"I am starting to overthink, friends..." said PlumpHelmetMan, as his cap regenerated. "Can be a class assigned to us? I would like rogue, or mage..."