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, Vax dashes past Greenbeard towards Kevdak, one of the herd members outside the arena attempting to swipe at the rogue but only catching feathers from the Deathwalker's Ward, and attacks the paralyzed Thunderlord with both daggers in hand. The blades strike true, Vax sinking the weapons up to the hilt into the flesh of the goliath, and the rogue flees the arena, but not before he leaves some parting words for Kevdak.
DM: Yeah, Aid just gives you guys extra hit points. So anyway. 17. Doesn't hit. All right. So three more attacks. That was cocked. 19?
Player: It's my armor class.
DM: All right, 26?
Player: Fuck. Balls. Shit. Mother bitch.
DM: And that's 19 again. So four attacks hit you.
Player: Okay.
DM: First one is for 14 points of slashing damage.
Player: Okay.
DM: Next one, hoo, that's eight, 12 points of slashing damage.
