Or say you're a bartender wearing a shirt that says "I'm with stupid" and you're also saying in a wizard voice "It was the height of youthful folly to engage me in such a manner, young Paladin." And then the Paladin says "Whatever" and throws a nacho at you. This is playing the game.That pretty well sums up my 30+ years of experience playing roleplaying games. It's also the reason why, despite the fact that I write them and people seem to enjoy reading them, I've always found session recaps -- "actual play reports," in the parlance of the Internet -- to fall almost universally flat. There's simply no way to convey all the little glorious idiocies that emerge at the intersection of friends, dice, miniatures, soft drinks, and a shameless willingness to pretend to be an elf while sitting around the dining room table in full view of the referee's disbelieving wife. That's what roleplaying has pretty much always been for me (minus the wife prior to 1997) and I wouldn't have it any other way.