*my reticent, ruthlessly pragmatic ranger taking point as the party tries to sneak up on the BBEG, hoping to attack by surprise*
DM: you open the door, and you see the beholder at the other end of a large chamber. he’s looking at you, he knows you’re there, it looks like he was waiting for you
my ranger:
the beholder:
the party:
DM: what do you do
the party:
the beholder:
me: ............... uh. I... shoot him
DM, repeatedly afterwards for the next two years: I can’t believe you didn’t let him monologue
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