(Casts dead magic zone)

Everybody gangsta till the DM shows remorse for what he's about to do.

How did one of the most emotional traumatic destructive stories I’ve ever heard start with ‘I accidentally released a tarrasque with drunk karaoke’

Felix "it's ok I got this"

Me: "really how did you destroy the ENTIRE universe"

"So I was playing a Wild Magic sorcerer"

I love how it all started here, talking about a karaoke night gone wrong, and now we are talking about artificial gods, genocide, curses, lost family, and much more

Only a true legend is able to doom a universe with their karaoke skills

TFW when you summon a Tarasque instead of casting Dancing Lights.

"My character was a wild... Mage"

The story somehow got even darker than nearly destroying the world with a tarasque.

"I used to hate this arm, but I think it's starting to grow on me!"

My mom once played in a campaign where they eventually had to fight the tarrasque, and lemme tell you in addition to all that health and attack it's got a ton of defense and magic resistance and resistance to everything. So if you do manage to get through all that damage reduction, you're probably doing single digit damage now. That's a problem even for higher level players, even without it then regenerating some of that every turn. But there is one single way of defeating it that my mom found, and it earned her the title Tarrasque-slayer.

Spoilers

Can we all just appreciate how far Dingo's style has evolved in terms of quality and proportions?

"... the mob of magic users, well... prior magic users."

"they had a Tarrasque under their city" correction they had THE Tarrasque under their city

Ahhh, this looks like a fun and wholesome story, only fun and adventure, no soulcrushing despair and deep emotional pain/scars, only fun and wholesome

That moment when you realize your drunken parlor trick accidentally awakened one of the most powerful beings in the known universe~