sam or sephiroth: WHO WILL BE THE NEXT DUNGEON MASTER.

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Context: the shenanigans of college nerddom and how Sam would remake the rules of D&D.  Also, Star Trek reference.  (hsifeng , as the other half of this conversation snippet, if you want me to remove this post for any reason then let me know and I'll do so immediately.)


This snippet was from a thread in the ontd_spnparty  comm.

hadesphoenix :
Makes you wonder what his D&D class would be.

Except, y'know, give him a night or two with the manuals and he'd be DMing like a basement dweller badass.

hsifeng :
OMG...someone must fanfic this. Wee!chesters with Dean giving Sam hell for gaming...

*dies of laughter at the thought*

Only, you know it would never happen because Sam would be going through the Monster Manual with a red ink pen... ;)

hadesphoenix :
(group of nerds leaving Sam's dorm)
Dean: *carrying beer* Wtf?
Nerd 1: Your brother sucks.
Dean: Hey, assface, only I can say that.
Nerd 2: He does. The DM throws a couple spirits at us, Sam's cleric tries to throw fucking salt back at it, and then he gets pissed when the DM says that salt doesn't do shit against a level ten, which any n00b would know -
Dean: ...
Sam's Voice: IT'S FUCKIN LEGIT.
Nerd 1: Says the ass who thinks Seven-of-Nine was just a plot device -
Sam's Voice: SHE WAS.
Nerd2: Heathen!
Dean: SAM HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT ABOUT HER. HER HUMANITY WAS VERY CONFLICTED.
Sam's Voice: DEAN THE ONLY REASON YOU KNOW ABOUT HER IS THE SILVER CATSUIT.
Dean: DISS THE CATSUIT AND YOUR CLERIC'S GONNA HAVE WORDS WITH MY FIST, DUDE.

hsifeng :
ILU for realsies...

<3

*grin*

Cannot unsee...the dramah continues in my hed...

hadesphoenix :
Different night ~

Sam: ...You want a female elf paladin with battleaxes and mithril bikini armor.
Dean: You better have a figurine for that or I'm canceling your subscription to Game Informer.
Sam: Touch it and I'm breaking your Guitar Hero guitar.
Dean: *gasp*
Sam: >:(
Dean: YOU TOUCH MY METALLICA PACK AND MY BOOT'S GOING SO FAR UP YOUR ASS IT'LL BE IN NARNIA.
Sam: DEAN THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE.
Dean: IT'LL MAKE SENSE WHEN YOU START SHITTING FAWNS NAMED MR TUPPINS.
Sam: HIS NAME IS MR TUMNUS.
Dean: HIS NAME IS 'SAM IS A GODDAMN BITCH,' THAT'S WHAT.
Nerd 1: So, our turn?
Nerd 2: I guess I'll DM for the rest of the night.

hsifeng :
*tries to not pass out while laughing hysterically*

You have to understand, when I was seven my best friend stabbed me in the leg with a lead pencil because I killed his half-elf Ranger. So D&D has a special place in my hear (and as a speck of permanent black in my leg) forevah.

The thought of the boys gaming just...I can't even.... *happy smile*

Then again, my subconscious has decreed that the two nerds are the guys from Ghostfacers.

*goes back to flailing and laughing*

hadesphoenix :
That's amazing.

Just a few months ago the ranger, dwarf, and rogue in our group all managed to critically fail, one right after the other, and ended up getting tangled in the ranger's rope - which he was gonna use to tie down the corpse. Or...something. After extricating themselves, the ranger decided that he needed to practice his mad skillz and did a ride check on the corpse. (Ride? DNW.) Once again, he critically failed. Our DM was so irritated he said YOU KNOW WHAT, FUCK IT, YOU GET MUMMY ROT OF THE GROIN AND IF YOU DON'T CURE IT IN TWO DAYS YOU'RE LOSING YOUR DICK.

Dean would totally watch Buffy just for the lesbian witches.

Dean: See, Sammy, if all witches were like this, they wouldn't have to get their asses handed to them.
Sam: *reading The Brothers Karamazov* Dean, do you realize how many people you could piss off with that one sentence?
Dean: You realize how many comics I could've gotten if I'd sold you off as a kid?
Sam: Btw, Willow turns evil and skins someone alive.
Dean: ...Fuck you, bitch.
Sam: *still reading* Jerk.



Zack: I WILL BE A CHAOTIC GOOD HUMAN ROGUE.  I will be ninja.
DM!Sephiroth: Because that's exactly what we need.
Zack: Are you casting aspersions upon my character?
Cloud: Zack, you have so much character it'd be like throwing mud at a brick wall.
Zack: *preens*  *pauses*  Wait, what?
DM!Sephiroth: You two need to make a supply list.
Zack: I WANT A WARSHIP.
Cloud: Wait, what?  You can't do that.
DM!Sephiroth: *dubiously reading manual*  ...Actually, it appears he can.
Zack: FUCK YEAH.
Cloud: Zack, why do you need a warship?
Zack: Why wouldn't you?  Now go get me a sammich, cabin boy.

(Why do I even bother writing proper fic anymore.)