I’d allow it, at my table.
Using the flat of your blade is a valid tactic for blunting blows, be it against undead or to incapacitate a target.
But I’d also give you a slight disadvantage, as you’re now going to be fighting your blade becoming a fan.
They’re Undead.
Blunt, not edged. They resist edged weapons.
That’s when you turn it into a running gag, and see if anyone notices before they’re clearing out whole camps simply named “Phil”.
Repression. I fought most my life, telling myself my thoughts and feelings were wrong while also finding outlets that felt “safe” and telling myself that was it, I just needed a way to get the thoughts out and they’d go away. Anything and everything was a way to stave off the thoughts about myself, my desires, and my own needs.
It’s taken me time to really accept it, but it’s more than a dislike. I was fucking miserable identifying myself as a man. Looking back now, all I get in my head is Edgar, from Men in Black. Ill-fitting, angry, and ugly(more mentally/emotionally than physically).
Is that a giant spoon I hear speeding its way over?
It depends. Are we going to work together to tell an interesting story? I will happily make all my players stupid dreams come true, but I’ll still let them get bitten for being lazy or dumb with it.
Hell, I’m even down for some braindead fun, have an “off” game where we just let chaos reign with absolutely broken builds at every turn.
But we wanna get unruly? Wanna challenge Gods where we shouldn’t? ToH will remind you of the pecking order.
“What do we do now?”
“Give it time. Before he knows it, he’ll have the a case of Infernal Pinkeye no Cleric will be able to cure.”
That would take self-awareness.
They can’t handle that.
“Do not spill blood upon hallowed ground” is about to be broken when Dollywood becomes the front line.
Just remember, Summon Fish has a One Week cool down.
“Study of Wild Magics, Effects Upon Waters, Aquatic and Amphibious Life, and the Occasional Boot.”
It’s not fun.
Like, legitimately. It sounds fun, but then you sit down and do it, and realize there is little, if anything, redeemable even as a joke. By the time you’re done, everyone will hate themselves.
And that’s without playing an actual game. I think we made it 3 sessions before we figured out it just wasn’t a fun game to play, even with tongue firmly punching out of our cheeks the entire time.
I generally wait until it would have the most impact.
A couple times handling some mind-controlled guards? Yeah, sure, they’re probably pretty dumb and not going to respond well.
Keep doing it while raiding the BBEGs territory? They’re going to catch on, and it’s going to bite you in the ass. Won’t just throw out a TPK for it, but you’re going to get an in-game warning that they’re catching on, it’s just up to the players to heed it or not.
Though I will spare a party consequences if they use it again in a more clever way than before, like it becomes a step in a greater trap.
“The screaming stops…”
“Alright, open the door.”
“… And the Infernal chanting begins.”
“Closethedoorclosethegoddamndoor.”
Hey, using a RoReg is better than the… Usual manner.
Plenty of times it’s better not to ask what’s in the stew with a Lizardfolk. You’ll sleep better.
Just, uh… Watch for the shakes, yeah?
It’s always a good time to rewatch Hobo with a Shotgun.
It’s a perfect movie. The title sets up the premise, and the movie delivers exactly what’s promised. If anyone was disappointed, it’s their own fault.
Elven Monk.
In fact, if given the chance, I will pick a particular one.
I might have a problem. I might have an alternate identity at this point.
I had to work. Wouldn’t have been so bad, except I had to work an hour and a half over, and a part of that was spent dealing with an extremely picky customer.
Did find out my partner scored us tickets to a show! Going to see Bebop Bounty Big Band, which just sounds like a fun time. She also found some lipstick that I’m going to be trying. First time since I’ve come out I’m really going out feeling like I’m showing my real face. Really excited, kinda quietly scared, but trying to keep my head up.
Gay Warlocks are always fun.
Rainbow Eldritch Blast. If you wanna go camp, Fae patron.
Yeah, that’d be fair, and it’s how I normally treat using the shaft of a pole weapon as staff.
Unless it’s a Monk. Damn them, and their versatility!