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, Tiny Vax, thanks to a potion that does that. Scanlan managed to go ahead and put in an Immovable Rod within its stomach, which held it up for a moment, before it decided to truly gain the advantage it needed to escape the circumstance, allowed it to tear through its body, as well as an arrow that was shot by Vex, towards her brother, in the hopes of, I don't know, being a symbol of hope?
DM: And Scanlan taking the rear. As you guys hear the crashing of stone at the far corner accompanied directly after the whisper of Vax's cry-out of "Jenga!" you already know shit is going down. Percy, you're up first. Clutching the bottom of the broom that has not moved yet, what are you doing with your turn?
Player: I'm going to drop down. I'll let go of the broom. I'm going to just fire blind where I heard the noise coming from.
DM: So you're firing in this direction?
Player: Yep.
DM: Go ahead and make your attacks at disadvantage.
Player: Disadvantage. That is a 25.
DM: Due to the massive size of this currently still invisible entity, you do manage to catch an odd bullet towards its form. Go ahead and roll damage.
Player: Oh my god. Ten points of piercing damage.
DM: All righty. (gunshot sound) Gun goes off, echoes, little bit of dust comes loose from the ceiling and falls down as you ready for your next shot.
Player: I'll take the next shot. Forget it. Might as well go for it.
DM: At disadvantage.
Player: That's 20.
DM: This time, the shot goes the second time (gunshot sound) poofs against some stone in the distance, not hitting its mark.
