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, While you throws wild haymakers, missing with her first hit, Dairon retaliates with only very light, disciplined taps. you's next few hits land hard.
DM: "Maybe you're an asshole. You probably are an asshole. That's all right, because so am I. Because sometimes you need someone to be an asshole to get shit done."
Player: Being nice never did. What are we talking, stranger?
DM: "I am Expositor Dairon, of the Cobalt Soul."
Player: Dairon?
DM: D-A-I-R-O-N. "I take it you have heard of our station through whispers."
Player: Some people like to call you boogie men. I figured it was always real. In my opinion, the best way to hide in a secret organization is by having a boogie man.
DM: "We are the hidden strength of the library, you are not wrong. We wade in the filth of society. We weed out the corrupt. We pursue the secret evils of the world, and expose them to the light."
Player: Wow.
DM: "We twist the arm of the unjust, until they spill their mysteries. We are the spies. We are the hunters. We are the watchmen to those who rule. We are not kind. We are forthright. We are truth. Do you, Beauregard, want to see the truths of the world?"
Player: Oh god, I'm sorry. I have this burn in my butt from all the smoke you just blew up my ass. It's just, oh god. Is that a magical talent?
DM: What's your armor class?
Player: 17.
DM: You suffer ten points of bludgeoning damage as, out of nowhere, her fist hits you right across the side of your face.
Player: It takes me to the ground. That takes me to the ground.
DM: You're unconscious?
Player: No, just takes me to the ground.
DM: Okay. "Are you listening now?"
Player: Do I have a choice?
DM: "Let me be your teacher."
Player: Oh, boy. Is that what I have to look forward to?
DM: "No. What do you want to do now, that that's happened?"
Player: I kind of want to fucking punch you back.
DM: "Then do it. What's stopping you?"
Player: Now you have my attention. And I fucking punch her in the face!
DM: Go for it. Roll for an attack.
Player: Just a straight unarmed, right?
DM: Yep.
Player: 12 total, not good.
DM: She dodges out of the way, and as you move past, plucks you in the back of the head with a knuckle. That hits. You take one point of bludgeoning damage. It's a very light tap.
