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Alright, here's the only way I see of explaining it. Take a homebrew world in which Elves are the major race. Remove common from the automatic languages for elves. English is to Elven what our world is to that homebrew. English is in no way the same as common in RAW D&D.

The D&D cartoon was translated in other languages?

I, of course, have a Prestige Class centered on it's use.

There's adult themes in every single major religious text, especially the Bible.

That is still nowhere as pervasive as common is in the RAW D&D world, in which every race speaks it, without exception.

Way to derail your own thread from the get-go!

Spellcasters I run from level 1 always will have a weapon, until level 20. Spellcasters I create at level 10 or above never will have a weapon, 'cause I have enough to deal with without trying to figure out their to-hit or damage with a weapon they'll never use. In fact, I just created a 15th...

I assumed this conversation assumed RAW, which means every human, dwarf, elf, half-orc, gnome and halfling speak common. Not to mention other races, many of which are assumed to speak common as per RAW. So not so campaign-specific, and actually more stringent than my original post.

I cast Tasha's Hideous Laughter all the time, but that's just because I'm funny. Ok, so the tiny tarts help too.

While english comes the closest, it is in no way the common of our world. No race (no matter how you define race) has every single one of their members able to speak it.

Well I'm originally from Montreal, so that makes it a tad different from being in the US Bible Belt, but I used to play in a Vampire LARP.. Strike that, a SABBAT Vampire LARP, and the main gaming locale was the basement of a catholic church, with the priest fully aware of our doings. So you...

Write me in as "none", with english coming closest.

Here's a seconding for the harpy. As it stands, as written, the harpy is either a TPK or a total walkover monster during which walkover half the party does nothing but leer at the naked boobs. Weeee.

Normand silently falls into position when the order is given, thinking of what Martini said. When his gaze crosses Ortu's, he just shakes his head, unbelieving that someone would work so hard at being disliked.

Normand appears a bit surprised when his name comes up when they are discussing arab speakers. "I.. I know when they call me names, and that sort of thing, but I couldn't fool anyone into thinking I'm arab!" And while finishing to check his boots for sand, he arranges to finsih somewhat close...

Bah.. Normand doesn't really care. He thinks (truthfully or not, it's irrelevant) that he can pretty much take anybody in the unit one-on-one. He'd never instigate such a fight, but the fact that he thinks he'd win said fight is enough to let him take any ribbing with good humor. And the...

Normand shakes his head, but he smiles as well. "Why thanks sarge. Not to worry, I've heard through the grapevine that I'd be up for promo pretty soon anyway." Becoming a tad more serious, he adds. "Hey, I'm not an idiot though. I know I didn't act quite right once or twice, but I learned...

Geez, you get in trouble a couple times, and it's all everyone ever talks about. Sheesh. :o

Normand frowns, then shrugs. "I can volunteer as a MP. There's usually no problems when I'm around." At the various looks thrown his way, his frown deepens. "What, what? Oh. Ohhh. Hey, that doesn't count, I was on duty anyway when it happened, both times."

*snickers* There's a behold.. Er.. Hehe. Sorry. There's a beholder in.. *giggles*. Ok ok. There's a beholder in the D&D movie. *laughs*