I have never seen someone escape the cycle of suffering and reach true and perfect zen the way that one of my D&D players, an honest-to-god tenured college dean and professor, does when he inhabits his 7 INT bardlock elf prettyboy. Brain goes in a jar on the shelf for two hours. Nothing between those pointy ears but one jingle bell rolling back and forth. Refers to his patron as his “sugar mama” and That Warlock Cantrip as “Elvis blast.” You can SEE the player knowing and suspecting things and gleefully not acting on them. I love it so much. Next week I’m gonna see if I can bait him into fucking a vampire milf. I bet it’ll work
UPDATE: despite the best efforts of the orc fighter/paladin, he did in fact fuck the vampire milf