Friend: Mitch, want to play a game of LoL? We need a 5th guy.
Me: NO I'M TOO DAMN BUSY.
Friend: Doing what? Dwarf Fortress?
Me: THE DEMONS ESCAPED MY ICE TRAP AND NOW MY LAST WARRIOR IS SMACKING THEM ALL DOWN WITH HER DECEASED TODDLER OH GOD THE BOOZE JUST EXPLODED AND THERE'S SMOKE AND FIRE EVERYWHERE JESUS CHRIST.
Friend: That game sounds awesome.
Me: This warrior man, this warrior... She's dropped a baby in a lake, she had to kill the zombie baby, and now she's haunted by its ghost which I cant get rid of. So she goes and makes another one, only to get it set on fire in her hands.
Friend: Why isn't she on fire?
Me: I developed a way to catch demons which shoot web, then I forced it to work in a sweatshop and shoot its magma-proof web at children so I can collect it to make clothes.
Friend: Holy shit.
Me: FLAMING BABY FLAIL'S COMIN' AT YA DEMONS.