Talk:The Dungeon Master/@comment-25020588-20160526005537/@comment-43870389-20200806062147

The air is thick and foggy. The only thing illuminating the street is the night sky, save for a lamp post or two. Your car broke down on the way to an important meeting so you have to resort to hitchiking. You get under the streetlamp and stick out your thumb. In the distance, a lone pair of headlights approach you. The car slows to a stop. Inside, the driver, an obese caucasian man in his early twenties wearing a fedora invites you in. You enter his car and he drives. You two exchange pleasentries and chat a little. Then he stares at you blankly asking you what is your favorite monster in Dnd. Make an inteligence check.