It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Keyleth, a half-elf druid . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, A scuffle ensues as they chase down a necromancer, a number of cultists, and some creatures from the Shadowfell. During the fray, Scanlan gets Sprigg back on his feet, and you kill a couple of the cultists with a Firestorm.
DM: You know what? It can move through a space as narrow as one inch wide, so I'll say yes, you can maneuver through. Only if you want to, can you set things on fire.
Player: I'm going to go into this guy's space, engulf in flames, and do my multi-attack, two slam touch attacks.
DM: Go for it. He is now in flames.
Player: That's cocked. Ooh, that's good, that's good. 21.
DM: 21, yeah.
Player: And 16.
DM: 16 just misses.
Player: Fucking balls. Okay. No, plus six to 11. That's 17.
DM: That hits. That's what you needed.
Player: So both of those hit. 2d6 plus three. First one is eight. Plus ten. 18 fire damage.
DM: He's looking pretty hurt. As you slam him with both of your flaming hands and claw across his body, where the flame hits, you see it (hissing) singes through the flesh and drags charred remains of where the muscle once was where you dragged your claws through. The body's starting to shake as it's holding its form together.
