Tara: I can't believe there's an evil God of Arm Wrestling
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DM: You notice that Beryl suddenly has a bowl of soup!
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Rose gets princess carried, Cal gets held like a wet angry cat
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DM: You take 25 points of slashing damage
Cal: No I don't I rolled a natural 1!
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Beryl: I put the jar over the dead bodies head. What happens?
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Tara: Would you do it for a scooby snack?
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Beryl: Well I am stupid
DM: Rose disagrees, but Rose also has a low inteligence
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Rose: 9 is my emotional AC
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DM: Rose what do you want to do and you can pass gas as an acceptable action
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Rose: "Hellway to high!"
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Cal: There's a borderline between strength and stupidity and you're bordering it right now.
Beryl: IM BOTH!
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Cal [PC]: Pretty lady? Pretty Lady? Oh my god it's John Wick.
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*party rolling death saves*
DM: Why are you all dying?
Beryl: Don't worry about it
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Someone: Buy [DM] dinner before you stand on her.
DM: I'M DYING GIVE ME A MINUTE *dies*
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Cal: Am I creepy? I'm just religious
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DM: You guys [Beryl and Rose] are doing the greatest cha cha slide into the hokey pokey.
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Beryl: Beryl is at half health
Tara: I thought Beryl found a cool hat
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