Life is like a deck of cards, lots of options and one of them is always to do battle with the grim reaper himself.

Never split the party.

Of course I’ve got gloves, I’m a murderer!

Adventure, not arguments; Imagination, not indignation; Fun, not fumbling for a rulebook; Rulings, not rules; Making it up, not making do with what they give you, Getting on with the Game, not getting bogged down in BS.

When life gives you bat shit, cast fireball.

There must be something we can do. We can’t just let him get worse.

The only cure — is the foot of a barbarian.

What do you mean we have to fight a god?

When the only tool in your box is a +6 STR modifier, every problem looks like an athletics check.

Wounds heal. Blood fades. Victory is eternal.