I also want D&D to grow with the times and to not be a permanent relic of the ethics of the suburbs of the 1970s.
I'm not abandoning my Disco Bard.
GM: Okay, the Ogre swings his club, hits, and, ouch! You take 28 points of damage.
Barbarian: Oh, man! I'm down.
Disco Bard: I can save you!
Barbarian: No, I'd rather die.
GM: It's Disco Bard's turn. What do you do?
Disco Bard: <Ahem>
Well you can tell by the way I use my lute/
I'm a ladies man, no time to play/
Music loud and women warm I've been kicked around/
Since Snarf was born/
And now it's alright, it's okay/
And you may look the other way/
We can try to understand/
The Gygaxian master plan/
:rolls a 7 on a d8:
Whether you're a wizard or a little magic-user/
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive/
Feel the city shakin' and everyody breakin'/
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Barbarian: Just let me die.