"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 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 room, the pungent stench of mildew emanates off the wet dungeon walls. Nightblade: are the Cheetos! Graham: They're next to you. Galstaff: I 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. I can cast any of these right, on the list? 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 room Graham: room? Galstaff: I wanna cast missile. Nightblade: The room where he's casting all these from! Graham: He hasn't cast any yet. Galstaff: I am though if you'd listen. I'm Magic Missile. Graham: Why are you casting Magic Missile, nothing to attack here. I- I- I'm attacking the darkness. (laughing) Graham: Fine fine you attack the darkness there's an elf in 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 have eyes. Let me see that sheet. Picard: Well it says I have, well it says I have blue but I decided I wanted eyes. Whatever, ok, you guys can talk now if you want. Hello.
Hello. Galstaff: I am Galstaff, of Light. Picard: how come you had to cast Magic Missile? (laughing) Graham: Y- Y- Y- You are being attacked. Do I see that happening!?! Graham: NO! outside by the tavern. Cool, I get drunk! Graham: Ugh. There are there are seven ogres you. How can they surround us? I had Mordenkainens Magical Watch Dog cast! No you didn't. Nightblade: I'm getting drunk! Are there any girls Picard: I totally did. You asked me if I wanted any before this 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 any girls there? 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 ogre slaying knife! It's got a +9 ogres! Graham: not there, you're getting DRUNK! Nightblade: Ok, but if any girls there 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.