It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Grog Strongjaw, a goliath barbarian . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, He manages to fix the gun quickly and looks up, seeing Sir Kerrion Stonefell standing behind the desk. Percy tells him,  If you're lucky, you die last.
DM: That definitely misses. As you swing in, (nervous yell) just ducks out of the way, and even though he's older, he reacted pretty quickly. Your weapon slams into the ground, splintering some of the wood. You peel back for a second attack.
Player: That makes me even angrier. And now I'll use inspiration. 18... minus five, 23!
DM: 23 does hit! Plus ten damage.
Player: Okay. Plus eight is 13, 17, 27!
DM: 27 points of damage, ooh!
Player: Plus four for the fire damage, but still the 27 total.
DM: So, as he ducks out of the way, you bring up the hammer a second time and (whack) smack him right square in the chest. (grunts) The wind escapes him for a moment and the flames lick across the front of his chest. He catches himself on the table between the sofa and chair behind him. Gets back on his feet. Looks to you for a second and pulls out two short swords.
