It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Beauregard Lionett called Beau, a human monk . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, They return to the Blushing Tankard, where Ireena eplains the rules and introduces the defending champion team headed by Ol' Blemmy. The Nein outbid other teams for the right to compete, anteing 30 gold, and decide that Jester will sit out the contest, leaving their contestants as you, Caleb, Fjord, Molly, and Nott.
DM: With that, the crowd starts picking up on Beau, and the name, "Beau! Beau! Beau!" begins to resonate through the crowd. You lock eyes with this gnomish woman and you can see there should be color, but the irises are gray-- slate gray-- and it puts you off. There's this intensity to her that you're like, "Oh. This is--"
Player: Fjord, she has crazy eye.
DM: Go ahead and roll.
Player: Do I have advantage because people are chanting my name?
DM: No. But people are definitely invested in this victory. Go ahead and make your first roll.
Player: Don't fuck me, Gil. 16.
DM: You both chug, slam it down at the same exact time. Both hold tight. It was a tie.
