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, Percy starts running towards Grog, unloading his last two shots at the dominated orc. Both shots impact and down the orc.
DM: First shot smacks into its thigh, and you can see where once there was an actual functional thigh area is now a splintered femur that is exposed through one side of his leg. You can see it's barely keeping itself standing. It roars out (raaah!) in pain as you fire again--
Player: 32 points.
DM: With the final bullet in your Pepperbox's chamber, the sixth bullet, you fire the last round--
Player: You're going to make me change the Sharpshooter thing by the end of this round I get the--
DM: No, no, no. Sharpshooter works well for a reason.
Player: It's kind of spectacular. I keep rolling 20s! I keep rolling 20s!
DM: That's what the dice does, man. It's worked poorly in your favor before.
Player: Really poorly, normally!
DM: It's great when it works awesomely. So with this look of confusion as this orc that's trying to do the bidding of this gnome that--
