Holy, crap, we had a sweet-smelling game of Dung & Dragons last night!
We ran into one problem early on. The rules for wandering around in the darkness are crap and the game went down the toilet. I swear I was Dung Mastering a perfect game when Kingsley ended up with a turd of a roll that forced the bullshit out into the open, and it really hit the fan. He kept calling me a shitty DM. Just then the wife interrupted and saved the night when she brought in plates of S.O.S. Usually, I like this English treat, but for some reason it tasted of buffalo chips. Ben got the runs.
Back in the game, the characters made a movement into the sewage system where they were almost overwhelmed by the smell of nitrogen when stepping into the layer of Giant Bat Dragons. Covered in guano, they mucked around until they fell into a troll’s compost pile. They failed a flatulence check, which woke the trolls, who tied the adventurers up and made them sit in the corner on stools. Soon, with several successful ca-ca rolls, Kingsley managed to escape, but not before he was poisoned by night soil. On the edge of death, he finally found the cure, a dingleberry. I about crapped my pants, because even though I know the system, I didn’t see that one coming — it came on so fast.
Overall, it liked the system. It’s a mother of a game. I describe it as a traditional game after a cold enema. The designer flushed out the bad and kept in the good.