SO THIS IS A STORY FROM A D&D ONE-SHOT I WAS IN A FEW MONTHS AGO
SINCE IT WASNT RECENT I DONT REMEMBER ALL THE DETAILS BUT AS YOU CAN PROBABLY TELL FROM THE TITLE THIS IS GOING TO BE MAINLY ABOUT STYROFOAM BOWS
Okay so my DM didn't come to club that day (who's also the club's teacher sponsor which meant they didn't let us stay in the library so we left to the outside cafeteria. We were like dogs without horses—) and this other girl from the club who's also a DM (well she doesn't DM anymore apparently which is a damn shame because she's great) offered to do One-shot for another girl from my campaign, some guy who played a psychopathic Tiefling little girl (he was very into the roleplaying, it was both awesome and mildly unnerving), and me.
Mind you, all of this was improvised.
So we were going to this island cause we were being paid to get rid of this curse there, though the creepy pirate said he didn't believe it was a curse, he didn't have any hypothesis on what it might actually be but, he said it probably wasn't a curse.
There in the island were a bunch of people selling stuff on the streets and yelling at us to buy their shit.
AND THERE WAS THIS SELLER IN SPECIFIC
BRIAN
FUCKING BRIAN
WHO KEPT ADVERTISING HIS FREAKING STYROFOAM BOWS AND ARROWS EVERY SINGLE DAMN TIME WE SAW HIM
and we were always like "nah fam" because who the fuck wants a styrofoam bow, but the guy kept insisting.
So at the end the girl from my campaign was like "you know what? Fuck it, give me the damn styrofoam bow"
AND IT TURNS OUT
THAT BRIAN DIDN'T FUCKING KNOW WHAT STYROFOAM WAS
AND THAT THE BOWS WERE ACTUALLY MADE FROM A FREAKING MAGICAL WOOD THAT CAME FROM ANOTHER FUCKING DIMENSION
And that was the best part of the entire one-shot, though it was just generally hilarious. There was also the "I'm a Drow." "I THOUGHT YOU WERE ANEMIC" scene and the human owner of the inn we stayed in and her eight feet tall orc husband. According to them he's very big compared to her, but they "make it work" if you know what I mean–
