"Dungeons and Dragons" by Dr. Narrator: Dungeons and Dragons, Satan's game. Your children like it or not, are attracted in their weaker years to the Occult and a game like D+D fuels their imagination and makes them feel special, while drawing them deeper and deeper into the bowels of El Diablo. This afternoon the Dead Alewives watch tower invites you to sit in on an actual gaming session. Observe the unobservable as a hidden camera takes you to the inner sanctum of Dungeons and Dragons Graham: Galstaff you entered the door to the north. You are now by yourself standing in a dark room, the pungent stench of mildew emanates off the wet dungeon walls. Nightblade: are the Cheetos! Graham: right next to you. Galstaff: I a spell. Nightblade: the Mountain Dew! In the Fridge. DUH! Galstaff: I wanna a spell. Can I have a Mountain Dew! Graham: Yes, you can a Mountain Dew just go get it. Galstaff: I can cast any of right, on the list? Yes, any any of the first level ones. Nightblade: I'm gonna get a soda, any one one? Hey Graham I'm not in the room right? What room? Galstaff: I wanna cast missile. Nightblade: The where he's casting all these spells from! Graham: He hasn't cast any yet. Galstaff: I am if you'd listen. I'm casting Magic Missile. Graham: Why are you casting Missile, there's nothing to attack here. I- I- I'm attacking the darkness. (laughing) Graham: Fine fine you attack the there's an elf in front of you. Picard: Whoa! me right? He's wearing a brown tunic and he has gray hair and blue eyes. Picard: No I don't, I gray eyes. Let me see that sheet. Picard: Well it says I have, it says I have blue but I decided I wanted gray eyes. Graham: Whatever, ok, you guys can now if you want. Hello.
Hello. Galstaff: I am Galstaff, of Light. Then how come you had to cast Magic Missile? (laughing) Graham: Y- Y- Y- You guys are attacked. Nightblade: Do I see happening!?! Graham: NO! outside by the tavern. Cool, I get drunk! Graham: Ugh. There are there are seven ogres you. Picard: How can surround us? I had Mordenkainens Magical Watch Dog cast! No you didn't. Nightblade: I'm drunk! Are there any girls there? Picard: I totally did. You asked me if I wanted any equipment before adventure, and I said no, but I need material components for all my spells, so I cast Mordenkainens Faithful Watch Dog. Graham: But you never cast it. Nightblade: Roll the dice to see if I'm drunk! Graham: Ugh. you are. Nightblade: Are any girls there? Yeah! Picard: I did though; I completely said you asked me... Graham: No you didn't. You actually say that you were casting the spell so now there's ogres. Ok. Nightblade: OGRES!?! Man, I got an ogre slaying knife! got a +9 against ogres! Graham: not there, you're getting DRUNK! Nightblade: Ok, but if there's any there I wanna do them! Narrator: There you have it. A look into Americas most frightening past time. Remember that it's not you children's fault that's their being drawn into a satanic world of nightmare. It's their gym teachers fault for making them feel out cast when they couldn't do one single pull up.