However, in this story the DM (Dungeon Master) or GM (Game Master) acts like God, however they are not omniscient, and cannot see everything. Think of...the DM as recieving the senses of the NPC's, so if a player does something in private, or where no NPC's can see, the DM won't be aware of it. All rolls are done on a player to player basis, therefore, if a player wants to roll deception on an NPC and succedes, the DM won't know that the NPC was decieved, but the DM still controls the actions of. I was on my back on the couch, under a flowery duvet, which tented upward at my chest. I was also naked.“What time is it, Darla?” I asked.“Ten o’clock in the mornin’,” she answered. “You slept right on through. I didn’t even watch my shows last night for fear of wakin’ you, but you slept like a log. I even stripped you down without you wakin’ up.”I laughed weakly and slowly sat up, still dizzy. Rubbing my eyes I realized that meant I had spent a whole extra night in Bidby Hills. “Fuck,” I. ‘Do you like them?’ ‘I do,’ he replied. In her mind’s eye, Emma reviewed the acts she’d seen that evening, and the meagre wares that had been on display. ‘The bosoms weren’t that great, though,’ she added. ‘They could have been bigger. You go to a sexy cabaret, you pay your money, you want big bosoms, right?’ ‘Right.’ Simon took another sip of wine. ‘I just couldn’t help comparing theirs to mine, y’know?’ Emma went on, slurring a little, and glad of a captive audience for her jumbled thoughts.. I was so angry that I began bashing his fingers with a flower pot. He let go and fell, but his fall was broken by some awnings and bushes. On seeing he was still alive I found super human strength to drag our antique cedar chest to the balcony and throw it over. It hit the man and killed him. At this point the stress got to me and I suffered a massive heart attack and died."The clerk thanked him and sent him on to the waiting room.The second applicant said that his last day was his worst. "I.