TheConsulate,

I’m using a third level resource slot to order pizza.

TheAmishMan,
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The idea that the equivalent to adventurers in a fantasy world is ‘karens’ in our world is pretty wild and funny

CeruleanRuin,
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The podcast Hello From the Magic Tavern has a whole spinoff podcast where its fantasy world characters play “Offices and Bosses”.

Hello_there,

There's a webnovel that had a whole side plot regarding this. Can't remember the name, but plot was a protagonist was a dwarf that couldn't die. So he just went around wandering and learning stuff and somehow ends up intimidating kings with offhand gestures.
Relevant part was the side story was the gods of the realm playing Karen's and drive-ins, where they played against the other gods by role playing as Karen's going to school board meetings and intimidating other parents

gravalicious,
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This is honestly a really amazing idea. Start a new campaign, make everyone create their characters, and inform them their stats determine how they’ll make their real characters in Suburbs and SUVs.

gravalicious,
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Maybe start playing an actual campaign for a bit before they get ambushed and poisoned. Boom, they wake up in a collective dream somehow.

NewEnglandRedshirt,
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Why even bother with a dream? “As soon as your hand touches the chair, everyone in the room is flung into a parallel dimension, each of your consciousnesses replacing the consciousness of the previous host, Quantum Leap-style. You are all sitting in a high school cafeteria on folding metal chairs…”

Then find a way to tell the players that you all need to somehow get the low-INT barbarian inhabiting Karen’s body elected PTA president before their consciousnesses can be returned to their original bodies.

gravalicious,
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Why even bother with a Quantum Leap-style parallel dimension? “For seemingly no reason, your reality melts around you. Pastel colors dripping from everything you see as the sky is ripped apart in vortex of oddly specific pumpkin-spice latte swirls. Your skin bubbles and warps as your DNA is shredded, re-built, and shredded again morphing you into a grotesque, unfamiliar…Karen.”

Screw the PTA President quest. It looks like a main quest, but it’s the minor gas station attendent you’re ultra rude to that has the power to send you home.

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