Lamp oil is made by paladins from the rendered fat of Kobold babies.

Never split the party.

When life gives you bat shit, cast fireball.

We must never stop failing, because the minute we do, we’ve failed.

If you kill a hive mind, is that murder or genocide?

Can I roll to seduce the dragon?

How everyone thinks we can solve any problem with magic. There are limits! This isn’t some bedtime story; this is the real world!

You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become a villain.

I attack the darkness!

The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don’t need any rules.