It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Nott the Brave, a goblin rogue . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, you tries to soothe the creature by singing like Toya did earlier to the  devil-toad,  with comically bad results. Beauregard is slow to react, still momentarily convinced that the zombie attack is a part of the act, but finally attacks the creature with a flurry of blows that knocks the zombie around.
DM: Okay. As you're singing out this discordant sound, folks nearby are covering their ears and glancing back and looking in surprise at this strange creature giving off this--
Player: Does it die?
DM: No. However, it now, after taking a few hits nearby, its red eyes-- or at least one red eye slips over to look in your direction. That's as much of an effect.
Player: Fuck!
DM: Do you want to move, or are you going to stay there?
Player: Yes, I'm going to move, and I'm going to dash behind somebody in the crowd, some weak-looking individual.
DM: Okay. You can get behind there. Okay. All right, that ends your turn?
