Probability, that grand science that makes it all happen…

Better yet, it lets pathetic warriors forgive their incompetence and excuse themselves out of that comfortable niche of the brute…

I am aware that the only one who’d slightly appreciate this is Nir, but still, here we go:

Chance for a warrior (guess who) with a THACO 10 of hitting a crummy Duergar with AC –3: 35%

Chance of missing that same shot: 100 – 35 = 65%

Chance for a repeating miss: 65% * 65% = 42.25%

Chance for yet another strike-out: 42.25% * 65% = 27.4625%

Chance for even another miss in a row: 27.4625% * 65% = 17.85%

Chance for this to be repeating itself all night: HIGHLY UN-FUCKING-LIKELEY!!!

Screw you shaggy; I did change the dice (I roll all three d20 every other round!).

It was a slow night for satire writers all over the multi-verse, I mean, how long can you go on and mention Yoav’s stinky friends (oh, by the way I accidentally put my finger in your diluted coke – don’t start chripping and knipping, I think I washed it after the sink but who knows… better get your tummy pumped…), aside from making you twitch with fear while viewing Galdriel’s slight persona changes or drooling over the description of some tree, you are so incompetent – I mean, I rolled single digits most of the time, but you…

I don’t get it, you seem to get a kick of being kicked (hmm… yet again a big baggage of psychological delights from the Matia household…), now there’s nothing wrong with role-playing to the extreme (no more music!!! ARGH!!!) But still, there is a point where you need to contribute more so your character can grow (take the damn XP you stupid fuck!).

I remember it so well, the images are so vivid, and then I wake up realizing I had yet another dream about the army/infi (79 bitches!)/former jobs/x-girlfriends…

Well, it happened again, that blasted trial was too much…

Not a single one of you fart-knockers even paid attention to what really happens if it concerns some other character… You all twisted the story as I was sitting there praying for some divine intervention (I had a feeling I’ll get the rope!), at some point, I even thought I was guilty, of hanging around with you!

And no, Reshkar does not derive from Hashkar so there!

Purim, well, it’s oh so important and stuff so we can’t play…

First thing, don’t trash my hair (do you really want to tackle that one huh? We’ve all seen you after your night of passion with Kritz at that lofty house of porn in Jerusalem…), next – why bother – everyday is gothic gay Halloween (you’re all invited to take a plunge in the gothic swamp where we talk about the caloric value of sperm and swallowing in general…).

I guess a short intermission will do us good…