Our DM is done with us

yourplayersaidwhat:

Context: We’re about halfway through our campaign (which was very quickly thrown together after much begging with the dm), and throughout the campaign we have had way to many horrible jokes and nicknames for each other. The party consists of an Aarakocra Paladin (Grundle), a Tabaxi Rouge (Jade), a pink Lizardfolk necromancer(Jeremy), and a Dark elf sorcerer (Me).

Jade OOC: Okay so Z (Me) runs a brothel right?

Me OOC: Yeah, you’re asking because?

Jeremy OOC: Oh and she wears a ridiculous amount of leather

Me OOC: …yeah, should I be worried about where this is going?

Jeremy: Hey leather mommy can you come help-

DM OOC: I’m done. First there was worm boy, and bird brains, and toe beans, I can put up with that, but I draw the line at leather mommy.

Jade OOC: But you’re our dungeon daddy

DM: You know what fine. Z, a portal sudden opens up under you and you disappear from the group. Jade, two knifes appear as if out of thin air and you are stabbed in the side. Jeremy, all of your scales suddenly come off. Grundle, you feel a chill go over you, your god has abandoned you.

DM OOC: I hope you guys are happy

Party: Groans