The DM, sporting a hollowed eyed thousand yard stare, slowly reached for the bottle and the large pack of painkillers. It took three party members to hold them down until the ambulance arrived with the sedatives.

Edit: But also, that’s kinda hot.

Much like good moderators or party healers, the never-ending work of DMs is grossly underappreciated.

“Suddenly, the land on your side of the river spontaneously turns to lava. What do you do?”