hobgoblinhero:

maxiesatanofficial:

shoelesscosmonaut:

thesleepiestsheepy:

pettyartist:

gloomdraws:

shoelesscosmonaut:

Me: You’ll be fighting the Butcher

My Players: We must become friends with this person

Me: the blacksmith, a literal demon, takes a montrous bite from the whole pig in his hand.

My Players: we must adopt him. He is our uncle now.

Me: The hand is mummified and gross and undead, it tries to attack you because it used to belong to a murderer.

Party rogue: It’s my pet now and I will lotion it until it loves me.

Me: You are standing on a Rug of Smothering

Party Cleric: I’m gonna tear off a piece of it and keep it as a pet.

Update: They did, in fact, make friends and now half the party wants the Butcher to become a Demi-God

This is all very good and real, but I think you’re missing the most important part, which is when half of them decide on a whim to hurl Good King Lovespuppies out the nearest window

Party sees some monster: baby, baby boy

Party sees kind and benevolent npc: i dont trust like that