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, She  Dimension Door'ed her way into the ritual room, which  Vox Machina  followed over the wall. She seemed to complete the ritual, creating this small, vacuous, spinning black sphere that is locked in place.
DM: 14 unfortunately misses. You fire and (ricochet noise) it seems that, in a strange way, the gentle pink dust is actually obscuring your vision with the dark shadow in that vicinity and it blasts a piece of rock off the side of the wall.
Player: Firing again.
DM: So fire, reload.
Player: Better! 26.
DM: 26 does hit. Go ahead and roll damage.
Player: That's... That's pizza! I'm looking for my dice. I didn't think this through. 25 points of damage.
DM: All right, good to know. This is piercing, right?
Player: Yeah.
DM: All right. The blast hits, but it appears that the expected impact from the blast of Bad News-- a bit of smoke dissipates its impact and it seems to not be as damaging as you expected it to be. All right, that brings us to the next person who was holding their action. I believe Scanlan, you were? What do you want to do?
