It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Scanlan Shorthalt, a gnome bard . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Vax hops up and bravely runs away, away. Tiberius misses a Counterspell as Delilah Briarwood deals him 21 points of psychic damage and drop his Intelligence and Charisma to 1, reducing him to instinctual responses and disabling his flying.
DM: You take 66 points of necrotic damage as a sickly beam of black energy streaks out from her finger, plows into your torso, and you feel as if your soul is temporarily pulled from a portion of your body. For a second there, your eyes glance past the threshold of death, and you manage to pull yourself back in. The cold resonates through the rest of your body, and all of a sudden the temperature outside, which was already pretty chilly, feels freezing cold. Brush with the Finger of Death. All right, she is going to move over towards Sylas right here, getting into a protective standpoint, glancing down at the unconscious body of Vax. That brings us to-- we have Grog, Tiberius, and Scanlan.
Player: I'm going first. Fucking shit. I know she's got me in her fucking claws.
DM: You've figured this out now, after this whole (yelps). Keyleth, of course.
Player: Can I still see through the window?
DM: You can see through the window right there, yeah. It's hard, at this point.
Player: Okay, I'll use my bonus action first to cast Healing Word on Vax. (singing) Oh, that Vax elf--
DM: What's the range on Healing Word?
