It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Percival de Rolo, a human gunslinger . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Victor isn't home and the workers on the roof say he has been gone for a couple of hours. Percy opens the door gingerly and doesn't see Victor.
DM: (thud) You see off to the side, what you didn't initially notice as you entered, what appears to be a wooden trapdoor in the far corner that (thud).
Player: Oh, sweet gods of Pelor!
DM: (repeated thuds) And you notice that apparently something-- a large sack of some heavy material has rolled off a nearby table and is now currently holding the door down.
Player: Okay.
DM: You hear a muffled, "I'm inside!"
Player: I'm going to go try and lift it. (grunts)
DM: You lift it up, set it off to the side. (boosh) "(coughing) What's going on? You trying to kill me?"
Player: No! Hello, Victor. I was just to give you money. You were stuck-- you had gotten stuck down-- what is down there?
DM: "This is my mining building."
