"Dungeons and Dragons" by Dr. Narrator: Dungeons and Dragons, Satan's game. Your children like it or not, are attracted in their weaker 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 previously unobservable as a hidden camera takes you to the inner sanctum of Dungeons and Dragons Graham: Galstaff you have entered the door to the north. You are now by yourself standing in a dark room, the stench of mildew emanates off the wet dungeon walls. Nightblade: are the Cheetos! Graham: right next to you. I cast a spell. Nightblade: Where's the Dew! In the Fridge. DUH! Galstaff: I cast a spell. Nightblade: Can I a Mountain Dew! Graham: Yes, you can have a Dew just go get it. Galstaff: I can cast any of these right, on the Graham: Yes, any any of the level ones. Nightblade: I'm gonna get a soda, any one want one? Hey Graham I'm not in the right? Graham: What I wanna cast magic missile. Nightblade: The room where he's casting all these from! He hasn't cast any thing yet. Galstaff: I am if you'd listen. I'm casting Magic Missile. Graham: Why are you Magic 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? Graham: He's 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, well it says I have blue but I decided I gray eyes. Graham: Whatever, ok, you can talk now if you want. Hello.
Hello. Galstaff: I am Galstaff, of Light. Picard: how come you had to cast Magic Missile? (laughing) Y- Y- Y- You guys are being attacked. Nightblade: Do I see happening!?! NO! You're outside by the tavern. Cool, I get drunk! Graham: Ugh. There are there are seven surrounding you. Picard: How can they surround us? I had Mordenkainens Watch Dog cast! No you didn't. Nightblade: I'm getting drunk! Are 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! Ugh. Yeah you are. Nightblade: Are there any girls Yeah! Picard: I did I completely said when you asked me... Graham: No you didn't. You didn't say that you were casting the spell so now there's ogres. Ok. Nightblade: OGRES!?! Man, I got an slaying knife! It's got a +9 against ogres! You're not there, you're getting DRUNK! Nightblade: Ok, but if there's any girls I wanna do them! Narrator: There you have it. A frightening 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 fault for making them feel out cast when they couldn't do one single pull up.