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

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.)

( Sam: ...You want a female elf paladin with battleaxes and mithril bikini armor. )

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.)