It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Keyleth, a half-elf druid . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Percy pulls his gun, fires, and hits. He takes a second shot but his gun jams.
DM: 16? You can feel the oppression of the umber hulk's gaze, but you shrug it off, your bear mind not affected by the measly tricks and traits--
Player: Urgh, I'm a bear!
DM: -of these strange underground entities.
Player: Okay. Now I'm attacking.
DM: Roll for your four attacks.
Player: First one probably misses. With my claw, 14.
DM: 14 misses. (group laughs)
