>>28533133
Not really, I'm usually unrealistically strict as a DM trying to avoid people from pulling Weeaboo bullshit.
>No Katanas
>No White Hair
>No Heterochromia
>Require a No-Less-than-500-word dicertation on the Chaotic Neutral Morality
>Monks must make no references to Asian Martial Arts and/or Bruce Lee.
Which is exactly why I figuratively shit myself when my players decided to prank me.
It was just your standard Manly Western Combat, the fighter was sitting there beating Orcs away from the Sorceress, the Dwarven "StoneFist" Monk had one pinned up against a tree, and it was the Paladin's turn and he was getting ready to give his usual proclamation when he smites shit.
>Pala: Alright so I'm going to stare the fucker right here in the eyes, smite his ass and proclaim with a booming voice.
>He then stares at ME, directly in the eyes, shit eating grin on his face, and says without any of his words matching up with his lips:
>Pala: "By my Hory Half-Demon/Anjerr brudd, I sharr banish you fowerr Oni!"
>The other people in the party suddenly perk up as the fighter spits out:
>Fight: I swear upon my family's sacred blade, Elvira-chan, I will defend you from these villains.
>Sorc: Uguu~ Protect me Oni-san!
>Fight: Fucking Hell, don't be so Tsundere!
>The monk suddenly stands up knowing it's his turn, strikes a pose as he screams at the top of his fucking lungs.
>Monk: Flurry of Blows... You're already dead.
>Starts chunking dice across the table for each one of his seven attacks screaming the entire time
>Monk: ATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA!