It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Grog Strongjaw, a goliath barbarian . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, The party then retrieved their first artifact and then made their way towards the Pyrah tribe of the Ashari druids, the fire guardians of the gate to the Elemental Plane of Fire, which apparently Thordak, the Cinder King—the great red dragon that helms the Chroma Conclave that has torn through all of the civilization of Tal'Dorei —emerged from.  The party went there, found a surviving faction of the Pyrah tribe including Cerkonos, their headmaster, as well as a few members of Keyleth's tribe, the Air Ashari, and her father.
DM: 28! Yeah, Vax, keeping an eye, the guard doesn't seem to have kept notice and continues walking off towards the distant farmhouse. The plants all wrap around his body and he: "What's this? Stupid-- "
Player: I run over and I tackle him, knock him to the ground, put my hand over his mouth, punch him in the forehead. Punch him again. Punch him a third time. And I barely lift my hand.
DM: "You motherfucker-- "
Player: Punch him again.
DM: At this point, now he's got blood pouring out of the corner of the eye. One eye has gone a little red from burst vessels. You can see it starting to swell up already. Blood's now pouring out the side of the nose where you've hit it, and he's still fighting even though the plants have kept him entangled. As soon as the calm comes to him (heavy breathing).
Player: (sing-song) Horace.
DM: The eyes go wide and all the tension in the body loosens. "Fucking hell."
Player: (muffled) Fucking hell.
DM: You're still holding his face? (muffled) "Fucking hell."
Player: I'm going to move my hand. If you make a sound, wash, rinse, repeat, yeah? Nod. Shut the fuck up.
DM: He spits a couple teeth out the side of his mouth.
Player: You're looking big.
DM: "You're supposed to be dead. You're supposed to be fucking dead. I watched you beaten to death. Why the fuck are you still alive?"
Player: Yeah, right. Funny thing about me. So look, who else is out in this field with you right now?
DM: "No one. It's me and Cole, but Cole's heading back to the city. We have other ones passed out around, but most of them stay in town, especially during the day. That's where the festivities are."
