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, Caleb moves into a sheltered spot and sits down, watching as one of the caged prisoners' hands slips out of its chain holding the long metal object. It is Shakäste.
DM: Finishing Shakäste's run, Ruzza has darted to the back there. Let's see, that brings us-- Ruzza's going to hold her action. Nott, you're up next.
Player: Is Protto still in the room?
DM: Protto is out of the room, but Protto is moving through the hall further down that way.
Player: Can I see him?
DM: Yeah.
Player: I would like to shoot him. But first, I'll run closer so I'm within 30 feet.
DM: You run to within 30 feet?
Player: Yeah. Oh god. There's probably traps. Oh shit.
DM: There you go. That's about 25, 30 feet right there.
Player: Did I die?
DM: No.
Player: Okay, cool. I will shoot my crossbow. Oh, that's no good. 12. No, 13!
DM: 13 does not hit. Protto ducks out of the way as it hits some of the stone wall, sparking before it lands harmlessly on the wall to the back.
Player: One more shot, bonus action. That's better, 19!
DM: 19 does hit, roll damage.
