This is wrong, I know it, but I can't stop.

This is wrong, I know it, but I can't stop. Using stones and my catapult to put out street lamps is such a powerful way to hit back at the spoilers of the dark, we just don't need

all of this light pollution. How can we see the stars at night? How can we tell our place in the universe? I took my wrist rocket and shot at neon signs. My vendetta continues.

You continue on blasting light sources to stop pollution. You go from one light to the next, Incandescent, Neon, LED, Compact Florescent, no light source stood a chance except for

the bat signal that Chief Quimby had shot up. That light source could not be blasted for environmental reasons because when danger reared its ugly head

from out of the ugly environment, it would be prudent to have RPG ammo left over to rearrange its organs. We only had one shot left. The Bat-signal would have to wait. It wasn't

like the DM was giving us a fighting chance. Don't you need liquid nitrogen to kill gelatinous bugbears? "Me & Batgirl push a barrel of oil over & light it." "Roll a 13-sided die

. 1-6 it becomes enraged. 7 no effect. 8-13 it's destroyed." 3. "The gelatinous bugbear is now enraged." "I cast a magic missile!" "No. No. No. I told you. Go get me a Pepsi." "But

I thought you liked Coke?" BOOM. They forgot that any mention of the word "Coke" would result in a massive explosion of nutmeg, and before they knew it, they were all covered in a

hot-n-sweet-n-spicy glaze & their eyes were glazed too from what had just happened. Before they knew it, Aunt Annie came by & scooped 'em up and sold them as pretzels at the mall.