It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Scanlan Shorthalt, a gnome bard . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, He also sees a hatch slam open as Duke Goran Vedmire pulls himself up onto the roof. you summons Bigby's Hand as the goliath stalks towards him.
DM: Okay. So you create the hand next to him, and as he starts stepping forward towards you with his sword at the ready, there's a shimmer in the air as a giant kind of vaguely purplish arcane hand all of a sudden appears. He looks confused for a second and rears back to try and attack it. As the hand pulls back, comes rushing forward towards him, I want you to go ahead and make a strength check with the hand.
Player: Oh shit, he's strong.
DM: The strength is plus eight, so add eight to this roll.
Player: 17 plus eight...
DM: Natural one. (cheering)
Player: I'm going to kill everyone in this motherfucking house!
DM: I've rolled so many ones today. This is ridiculous.
