One sentence IC story

[Jamski]

Vander and Jamski steal the PHB and sit in the corner complaining about all the changes in 4thEd.

-Jam

[Vander]

*mumble.... mumble.....* stupid changes...... *mumble.... mumble.....*

[Vander]

Then the Rabbi moves to the table of evil, condemning them for playing that evil game of D&D.

[Vev]

And abseiling onto the lawn from helicopters above were a crack squad of "D&D is Satanic" combat team lead by an over-zealous chaplain.

[Jamski]

Mrs Jamski sighed as she started to assemble the machine gun tripod on the roof again...

-Jam

[Vev]

The cat now cured of its possession run away and came back dressed in military fatigues and wicked bladed hooks on his forearms.

[Vander]

Mrs. Jamski mumbles something along the lines of, "Damn 'copters ruining my lawn..." As she loads the depleted Uranium Shells into the machine gun.

[Vev]

The automated pop-up sprinkler system also doubles as an area denial system by spraying anti-personnel flechette rounds at the incoming loonies.

[Jamski]

Jamski, realising discretion was the better part of valour, took refuge in the cellar.

-Jam

[Vev]

But the cellar has pretty patterns chalked onto the floor, with shapes that looks like it is from Grimoire Daemonica.

[Vev]

And catty wept.

[Snowflake]

Jamski tiptoed around trying to preserve the pretty patterns but he tripped and fell right in the middle of the catty wept.

[Vander]

But for the grace of God, Jamski's fall somehow managed to shift the chalk markings is such a way as to disperse the demons from off the front lawn; further angering Mrs. Jamski, who just got the Machine gun (With depleted uranium shells) set and ready to mow down said demons.

[Vev]

And catty said: "Hi Vander!"

[Vander]

Realizing that D&D had yet again stolen his life, Vander (now rather pale) rises from his seat muttering something along the lines of, "Brrraaaaiiinnnnsssss........ Gggrrrrreeewwwww..... brraaiinnnnss....."