Panel Four: Marla, the Goddess of Sarcasm, grows to the size of a water tower as her eyes glow red with yellow stripes as she screams a curse on him and all the Suchets past, present, and future, all degrees of kinship.
On the plus side, the DM is now on the “same page”. I’d call that a win, even if it doesn’t feel that way. Sometime it takes something like a pile of empty boxes to convince the higher ups where the problem really is. Until then, it was just their word.
Marla is at such a loss for words she lost her mouth.
Panel Four: Marla, the Goddess of Sarcasm, grows to the size of a water tower as her eyes glow red with yellow stripes as she screams a curse on him and all the Suchets past, present, and future, all degrees of kinship.
On the plus side, the DM is now on the “same page”. I’d call that a win, even if it doesn’t feel that way. Sometime it takes something like a pile of empty boxes to convince the higher ups where the problem really is. Until then, it was just their word.
It’s clueless all the way down (or up).