Mistwell
Crusty Old Meatwad
I'm basically forced to pick Polearm master now, despite my wish to focus on greataxes.
So when Mike Mearls broke into your home, twisted your arm behind you back, and forced you to be a character optimizer to the point where you had no choice on which weapon to choose, how did it feel?
More importantly do you think he's heard I am not optimizing and just playing a game for fun, and will come to my house next?