"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 session. Observe the previously 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. Where are the Cheetos! Graham: They're right to you. I cast a spell. Nightblade: the Mountain Dew! In the Fridge. DUH! Galstaff: I cast a spell. Can I have a Mountain Dew! Graham: Yes, you can have a 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 want one? Hey I'm not in the room right? Graham: room? Galstaff: I wanna magic missile. The room where he's casting all these spells from! Graham: He cast any thing yet. I am though if you'd listen. I'm casting Magic Missile. Graham: Why are you casting Magic Missile, nothing to attack here. Galstaff: I- I- I'm the darkness. (laughing) Graham: Fine fine you the darkness there's an elf in front of you. Whoa! That's me right? Graham: He's wearing a brown tunic and he has gray hair and eyes. Picard: No I don't, I gray eyes. Graham: Let me see sheet. Well it says I have, well 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. Picard: Then how come you had to cast Magic (laughing) Graham: Y- Y- Y- You are being attacked. Nightblade: Do I see happening!?! Graham: NO! You're by the tavern. Cool, I get drunk! Graham: Ugh. There are there are seven surrounding you. Picard: How can they surround us? I had Magical 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 this adventure, and I said no, but I need material components for all my spells, so I cast Mordenkainens Faithful Dog. Graham: But you never cast it. Nightblade: the dice to see if I'm getting drunk! Ugh. Yeah you are. Nightblade: Are there any there? Yeah! Picard: I did though; I completely said you asked me... Graham: No you didn't. You didn't actually say you were casting the spell so now there's ogres. Ok. Nightblade: OGRES!?! Man, I got an ogre slaying knife! It's got a +9 ogres! You're not there, you're getting DRUNK! Nightblade: Ok, but if there's any girls there I 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 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.