DM: I want to start playing DND accurately and with proper rules, so I have a big question of how you, a weak elven lass of 11 strength, are carrying 417 KNIVES.
PLAYER: Oh you know.
DM: NO I DON’T!
PLAYER: Various different locations. In her hat, strapped to her legs, hidden in her cloak, etcetera.
Honestly, there are few greater pleasures than ignoring hate mail. Typically I feel nothing, delete it and immediately forget about it. But also like. Consider and imagine the delightful probability: making the sender squirm and fume, desperately refreshing ur blog for days, waiting for you to acknowledge their existence- their existence that, by their own hubris, they have rendered less useful than the worms under their feet.