It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Tiberius Stormwind, a dragonborn sorcerer . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Upon gaining consciousness, Grog drowns his sorrows in the familiar comforts of ale and whores. As Vox Machina are taking breakfast the next morning, they hear a horn blast signaling an attack on the city.
DM: So you're drifting over here? Oh. No, you're just aiming at it. Okay. So. Back-to-back, you used the last of the sorcerer points to fire two Fireballs that explode, one after another. Go ahead and roll damage on both of them.
Player: 20-- what is that?-- 29, 31, 35, 36, so that's 41.
DM: 41 for the first one. That's almost straight sixes and fives. That's awesome.
Player: 34, so that's 39.
DM: 39. Were you adding five to each of those?
Player: Yes.
DM: I don't think you're supposed to do that for Fireball.
Player: It's any fire attack.
DM: Oh, that's right, because you have the-- never mind. You do. Yes, that's right. I need a reflex save from Grog and from you, Vax.
