It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vax Vax'ildan, a half-elf rogue . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Vex dodges the first attack but gets slammed by the second. Percy repairs The List and moves behind the tomb he is near, relieved that you is fine now, but the ghost passes through the stone and possesses him.
DM: And with that, it goes dark and a spiritual intent takes over your body. You feel like you're being puppeted, and you have no control over yourself. You're hidden, captured within your own form. All right, that ends his turn. Vax, you're up.
Player: Okay.
DM: You still feel the residual warmth in your glove pulsing.
Player: All right. I'm going to click my boots together. I'm going to move towards him.
DM: Towards Percy?
Player: Towards Percy. Shit. I'm going to take the keen dagger and stick it into his gut, and I'm going to take the glove with the symbol of Sarenrae and punch him in the nose.
DM: Okay.
