A scene from our last DnD session. Our adventuring party released a kraken demigod from captivity, and he started monologing about how it felt to be finally free after 10-thousand years.
But that's not what we, the players, heard.
"Excuse me," I said, in-game, as my half elven ranger, "Did you say FIN thousand years?"
We all thought the kraken was making a pun, but I think the Dungeon Master wanted to kill us.















