From tonight's Ceteri B-Team
game there were two REALLY good ones:
Timothy Mitchell: *stabs the rat-baby-creepy-pasta creature in the gut* *raspy and excited voice* "Guys . . .
they . . .
Bleeeeeed.." (The sheer visceral bloodthirsty emotion the player put into that bit of dialogue made my skin crawl off my body.)
Gabriel McAllister: "When it seemed like we were going after something supernatural then a pistol with funky bullets with sigils written all over it were better than sharp sticks," paused a moment and then added "Ma'am."