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<blockquote data-quote="RangerWickett" data-source="post: 7884237" data-attributes="member: 63">A friend ran a campaign where we were all lizardmen, in a society that was a weird mashup of Atlantean super-science and Aztec stone age. All of life revolved around the game Blastball, where the winning team of the league of mortals would play against the winning team of the league of the afterlife. And if a team from hell ever won the championship, the world would end.We weren't members of the team from our city. No, we weren't nearly so powerful. But we could get really great tickets to the game if we did a favor for the temple, by taking two wagons full of rat things to throw into a volcano as an offering to the fire god. If we failed, great disaster might befall our team. But if we succeeded, we'd ensure that our team's hot tub was the perfect temperature for them to de-stress before the big game.Our mission was critical.So we hitched the wagons behind a triceratops and headed into the forbidden jungle, following a map drawn on the skin of a human's back, which would guide us to the nearest volcano.The EncounterIn the distance ahead of us we spotted a metal orb floating in the canopy of the jungle, perhaps ten feet across. We approached warily, and stopped when we saw three strange beings interacting with the orb. They stood upon a floating platform, and wore clothes with numerous bulky pockets. They had the same general body shape of a lizardman, but with no tail, and their face resembled squids, with tentacles around their mouths. One of them looked our direction, and in our minds we heard a voice:&quot;Oh look! A food truck!&quot;And that's how our party encountered mind flayers. Not by fighting them, but by selling them some of the rat things we were taking to sacrifice, whose brains they ate.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="RangerWickett, post: 7884237, member: 63"] A friend ran a campaign where we were all lizardmen, in a society that was a weird mashup of Atlantean super-science and Aztec stone age. All of life revolved around the game Blastball, where the winning team of the league of mortals would play against the winning team of the league of the afterlife. And if a team from hell ever won the championship, the world would end. We weren't members of the team from our city. No, we weren't nearly so powerful. But we could get really great tickets to the game if we did a favor for the temple, by taking two wagons full of rat things to throw into a volcano as an offering to the fire god. If we failed, great disaster might befall our team. But if we succeeded, we'd ensure that our team's hot tub was the [i]perfect[/i] temperature for them to de-stress before the big game. Our mission was critical. So we hitched the wagons behind a triceratops and headed into the forbidden jungle, following a map drawn on the skin of a human's back, which would guide us to the nearest volcano. [b]The Encounter[/b] In the distance ahead of us we spotted a metal orb floating in the canopy of the jungle, perhaps ten feet across. We approached warily, and stopped when we saw three strange beings interacting with the orb. They stood upon a floating platform, and wore clothes with numerous bulky pockets. They had the same general body shape of a lizardman, but with no tail, and their face resembled squids, with tentacles around their mouths. One of them looked our direction, and in our minds we heard a voice: "Oh look! A food truck!" And that's how our party encountered mind flayers. Not by fighting them, but by selling them some of the rat things we were taking to sacrifice, whose brains they ate. [/QUOTE]

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