"Okay..." Began Cypher, bridge of the nose between his fingers, "That didn't happen, and we're back in front of the," all of the conscious players nodded along, mouthing the accursed words of the encounter, "Dragon of Balonor, Muriel is alive back at the pillar, Khârn is alive currently next to the dragon, Abbaddon is at negative 5-"
"No, no, I'm fine see you remembe-"
"FINE, fine, Abbaddon is fine, also next to the dragon, dragontits-"
"...Yoshi, Yoshi is fine, halfway to the dragon. And 'Steve', despite rarely moving, breathing, or really doing anything, is fine. Realistically, I should be rolling for atrophy. Oh and," Cypher reached behind him, grabbing a scatter die from a 40k game behind him, and giving it a roll, "Is over by Muriel. Get that, Big E?"
The Emperor blinked, glanced down at the board, holding attention for maybe, three, four seconds, before his head tipped back in his chair, and he began snoring with all the volume of a bandsaw.
"Great," Cypher nodded a little, okay, a little rocky, but hey, they were back on track now, right? "First actions?"
"Maximized fireball on the dragon," Liivi began cooly, reaching for a pile of d6s.
"That'll hit me too, and you know I can only take about three hits from this thing before I'm dead even without your fireballs," growled Khârn, leaning over the table to glare at Liivi.
"Oh well, at least your character will die for honor doing what it loved most, fighting dragons and being on fire."
"I'm charging Mural!" Announced Abbaddon.
"You can't expect this!"
"But I have uncanny dodge, so REALISTICALLY I can dodge back INTO you and kill you before you start casting fireball!"
"You start this, this is the last thing you'll ever do!"
As the argument boiled over, their voices lost over one another, Cypher gazed up at the ceiling, looking for divine aid. All it had were water stains and pieces of figurines.