I've seen horrors... horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call me a tyrannical DM. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that... but you have no right to judge me. It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror... Horror has a face... and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies!
I remember when I was playing Dungeons & Dragons ... seems a thousand centuries ago. We were rolling up characters. We had all made our characters, and this other player came running after us and he was crying. He had seen the monstrosity Paul had created. We went back there, and we saw what Paul had created. A multiclass Paladin/Monk. A Monkadin.
And I remember... I... I... I cried, I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out; I didn't know what I wanted to do! And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it... I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought, my God... the genius of the Monkadin! The genius! The will to do that! Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized Paul were stronger than we, because Paul could ... Paul WOULD make sure that the Monkadin had a Holy Avenger as a Monk Weapon. Paul would combine the insufferable smugness of the Paladin with the inestimable beauty of the Monk, and create a terror that could not be countenanced.
You have to have men who are moral... and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to create perfectly optimized characters without feeling... without passion... without judgment... without judgment! Because it's judgment that defeats us and makes us creates Paladins and all of the unholy Paladin hybrids.