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,   The party then, in trying to locate Grog's position, found their way, delving past the lava-fall of the obsidian rock duergar-Underdark, deeper in, discovering this cursed pit of undeath, bone shards, and glass. Upon traversing it they encountered one of these abominations that  they've  seen traces of left before—this weird, partial-elven, partial-tentacle monstrosity that slashed through the party, nearly killed Trinket, but was defeated by  Vox Machina .
  They  managed to make  their  way across this bone field and discover what appears to be a camp across a number of pillars in the distance.
DM: So, you double over, clutching your skull, as the pain is too much to bear, and you find yourself unable to actually draw commands to your muscles for them to function. You are currently stunned.
Player: Great.
DM: Roll for Trinket.
Player: Oh, he rolled an eight.
DM: Trinket falls to the ground with this horrible (bear groan) sound, digging his nose into the actual dirt to try and find a way to escape this piercing mental agony, this psychic damage...
Player: It's pretty shitty, you guys. It sucks.
DM: Both of you guys take 22 points of psychic damage, by the way.
