Roll that d20 one more time where I can’t see it and I’ll
flip this goddamn table she said
He got defensive cause they all knew he was cheating but
decided to double down instead

All he had to do was just to roll out in the open But he couldn’t seem to do it that night

All the encounters, all the traps all of the combats, all the
parleys were going his way
The other PCs were all bloodied and exhausted, but his
hit points had been full all day.

And when he rolled his saving throw behind his soda
We all knew that there was gonna be a fight

It was a crit,
he said before the table toppled over and it landed on his head
It was a crit,
such an epic table flip that he was lucky that it didn’t knock him dead.
He lost his girlfriend while the gaming group watched on
She grabbed her dicebag and was gone.


It took a month or two to work up enough courage, find
another group inside another town
Game after game, group after group, roll after roll, except they’re
always in the open now.

The years went by and the story turned to legend,
But it still hurts him every time he hears

It was a crit,
he said before the table toppled over and it landed on his head
It was a crit,
such an epic table flip that he was lucky that it didn’t knock him dead.
He lost his girlfriend while the gaming group watched on
She grabbed her dicebag and was gone.
It hurts inside, he rubs his forehead scars and cries
when he thinks of how he lost it all that night…

She grabbed her dicebag and was gone.
She grabbed her dicebag and was gone.