Then make those posts. Be the change you want to see in the world.

Okay. So, what class was it?

I think I was a barbarian

I was named Kevin, the DM decided I was schizophrenic and gave me a bear-coat named Devin that told me to murder hobo. I didn't murder hobo but I did accidentally push over an ice statue when trying to carry it downstairs (i failed a strength check with 1) and they were really vital to the story so we had to side track to find her sister, and gave her the melted pieces of her sister that I killed (I also ran away from the scene so no one knew who did it)

Wouldn't the bard just seduce the executioners?

He's asking "Oh please god. Why. Why is that hole for the neck so small? Ah fuck no. Please no."

Whats that guillotine used for cutting off? That hole is far too small for a neck to fit.

The post title might give you a hint

Is this a copypasta? I'm getting some deja vu reading it.

Nope. It's from the heart.

A true bard would get his wiwi chopped off and immediately learn how to give the most mind-blowing oral you've ever felt, and continue seducing people for the love of the game.

Well, now it is