It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vex Vex'ahlia, a half-elf ranger . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, It unleashes its electricity upon Grog and Keyleth. Grog manages to dodge most of the damage and reduce it further with Stone's Endurance, but Keyleth takes the hit head on and reverts back to her normal form, slightly singed.
DM: A 14 does not hit, unfortunately. The first arrow just ricochets and shatters across the part of its body.
Player: Great. Good times, good times. 16. Both miss. Fucking A. What a waste.
DM: Both arrows just explode across its hide. It's too thick.
Player: This dice is out for the rest of the game. I'm gonna run. Is there an outcropping where we are? I can't see.
DM: Right here, a little bit. If you pull fully in on this side from where it--
Player: I'm going to pull fully in on that side.
DM: Okay. Don't forget your laser pointers, by the way, guys. It's good for letting me know exactly where you want to go.
Player: I can't see.
DM: I know. Just so you know. And Trinket's going to stay there?
Player: He's gonna rest. And he's going to keep protecting Scanlan, because--
DM: All right. Trinket's gonna stay right there, guarding the giant gnome.
