When Dhelmise used Anchor Shot on me and one shot one of my pokemon I knew this was a match made in heaven. Named them Woodkid for appearing right when I put them on to listen to B)
We naturally put millionaires and billionaires in the same general class of person, but the only reason to do that is because the words are similar. Since these aren’t numbers we can actually visualize, it’s important to understand what a billion of something is. To travel a million inches, you’d have to travel from the Southern-most tip of Manhattan and go to the Bronx. To travel a billion inches, you’d have to fly from New York to Shanghai twice. A million seconds is a little over 11 days. A billion seconds is nearly 32 years. A million ounces is about the weight of a train car. A billion ounces is 4.5 Eiffel Towers. Use these to conceptualize what the difference between a millionaire and a billionaire is, and the absurd amount of wealth we’re talking about.
DM: so you made it back to the main level of this bar, and you see the royal soldiers dragging genevieve, the child you accidentally kidnapped, out of the door. what do you do?
half-elven gunslinger: i’m running after them!
DM: no can do, the bar is literally full of peasants drinking off a hard day of work, you could never get around them in time to catch up with the soldiers
halfling monk: uhhh i hop up on the nearest table and give an inspirational speech to the peasants about overcoming their struggles! as peasants!
halfling monk (OOC): they probably hate the ruling class right. they’re peasants
DM: roll
halfling monk (OOC) : NAT 20
DM, mouth open in shock: you manage to incite the peasants into a riot and they turn upon the soldiers, allowing you to grab genevieve and get out
LATER, after escaping to the docks and being stopped by a group of dwarves ship hands
halfling monk: you know what they get a speech too
DM: hold on, give us the speech for real before you roll, i want to see what you’d come up with
halfling monk: sure! [begins beatboxing the american national anthem, until the rest of us join in singing along]
DM: well that was silly, roll to see if it worked at all
halfling monk: NAT 20
DM: my friend, i believe that you have started a revolution. and the dwarves are ready to help
