I put on my robe and wizard hat.

[questionauthority]

Who: Edward Nigma, Ema Skye, Susan Sto Helit, Luke Triton, Lil' Slugger, and Death
What: The Riddler leads a merry band of adventurers on an epic quest for survival.
Where: In the realm of imagination (726 Anderson Lane)
When: Sunday, February 12th, 195X
Warnings: Potential for critical failures.

[You find yourselves in a crowded little dining room in 726 Anderson Lane, seated around a long table. There is a large grid laid out along the table, along with miniature figurines, pencils, papers, and multicolored die of different shapes and sizes. At the head of this table, hiding behind an elaborate screen is none other than your Dungeon Master, Edward Nigma.

> Roll for History

The Riddler received this tabletop RPG as a stocking stuffer this past Christmas, and after two months, it's finally time to put the game to good use.

> Roll for Bluff

Sorry, Puzzle Party Death House. There's no way you're getting out of this one. Instead...

> Roll for Endurance

Because by god, you're going to need it.]

Comments

[strike_you_out]

['Weird' is one word for it. Before the game's end, Slugger has somehow donned the supposed apparel of his character, which consists of a suit of blue and gold armor, scarlet cloak, and a golden sword, without ever having left the table. And is it your imagination or has he grown inexplicably handsome in the past several hours?]

[questionauthority]

[Just... staring.]

How did you...? When did... [He groans.] Never mind.

[strike_you_out]

[Slugger turns to him.]

Did you say something, Wizard?

[questionauthority]

No, Holy Warrior, fear not. I wouldn't dare to cross you.

[strike_you_out]

You must not fear your Paladin, Wizard. We are of the same party.

[Before they leave the table, the armor will be gone and the sword will be a baseball bat once again.]

[inthebones]

Slugger, please. This was a very serious game here.

[Susan reminds herself to give him extra dessert tonight.]

[strike_you_out]

My apologies, Fair Maiden.

[He's deep in the spirit of the game, evidently, until a wicked grin spreads furtively over his face. He just likes messing with all of you, especially Edward.]