QUOTE : I spoke with the Dungeon Master,” I said.<br /><br />The room was silent for a bit; there were some looks of confusion.<br /><br />“That’s your name for the entity that you believe created and controls all of reality?” asked Amaryllis.<br /><br />“Yes,” I replied.<br /><br />“And you spoke to it?” asked Grak.<br /><br />“Yes,” I replied again. “Him. Or, he took a human form, I guess, but I think it was a him. I’m kind of under the impression that he was what he claimed to be.”<br /><br />Amaryllis was clenching the table. “Please tell me that you were diplomatic.”<br /><br />I paused slightly and tried to think of how to word it. There were two memories of how it went, and I could put them in sequence because of how one of those memories ended. “We didn’t really prepare for me to meet the all-knowing entity that controls the world,” I said. “It started off with -- look, I think overall it was a positive, productive conversation, but -- I asked him about the problem of pain, and he was kind of a dick about it, so I beat him to death.”<br /><br />“No,” said Amaryllis. She closed her eyes and shook her head. “No, Juniper, why, I’m pregnant now, I can’t even drink my sorrows away.”<br /><br />“He wasn’t actually dead,” I said.<br /><br />“Oh?” asked Amaryllis, opening her eyes. “Really? The all-seeing entity that controls reality didn’t die from you punching it?! How could anyone possibly have seen that coming!