"Ok, make your Open Doors check."


"Ok, make your Open Doors check."
"18. Bam! I knock it down."
"On the other side of the door is Hell. Roll for initiative."

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  1. Stephen HolowczykFebruary 12, 2015 at 8:11 AM

    *slowly pulls the door closed*

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  2. cole longFebruary 12, 2015 at 8:54 AM

    eventually this will happen in Evan Elkins game

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  3. cole longFebruary 12, 2015 at 10:48 AM

    i cracked up so hard at "actually fold it" Timm Henson

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  4. Andrew ShieldsFebruary 12, 2015 at 1:30 PM

    You gotta know when to hold 'em. When to fold 'em. Know when to walk away, know when to run. You never count your xp when you're sitting at the table, there'll be time enough for counting when the rolling's done.

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  5. Joshua RamseyFebruary 12, 2015 at 5:15 PM

    Thumbs up for the picture, thumbs down for the situation.

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