How to run your Dungeons & Dragons fairy porn campaign

ARE you playing dungeon master for busy working mums who just want to escape from it all and shag a centaur? Include these key points: 

Repurposed fairytale characters

Mothers sick of reading Red Riding Hood or Rapunzel to their kids often pass the bored-shitless hours by imagining themselves as that character, with bigger boobs, riding Prince Charming until it’s his turn to be comatose for a century. Let them create a character who’s essentially Snow White in stockings and heels, it’s what they want.

Elf-on-elf action

Elves are too haughty, too ethereal, too pointy of ear to dally with ordinary humans. But their towering self-love can be directed at another elf, and tired women cannot imagine anything better than sex they don’t have to actively partake in. Get a couple of elves to make out in an enchanted glade while they watch.

Dwarf humiliation

Dwarves – bearded, always in the shed making stuff, inexplicably angry – are surrogate husbands in the fantasy realm and everything women want to get away from. Your role is to play into this. Any dwarf characters should be unable to read maps, lose fights when the axes they’re so proud of break and be forced to go into battle wearing naught but leather chaps.

Unicorn stuff

A gleaming, iridescent white unicorn, glimpsed through branches? Promising an equine climax both erotic and unattainable? Make chasing a unicorn the focus of your campaign without ever letting your players reach it. This is called edging.

Sex dungeons

The traditional dungeon makes no sense. Why would caves underground be well-stocked with roaming orcs, provisions and treasure? You don’t get that at Wookey Hole. Instead, fill your dungeon with bondage racks, dominatricies, strutting warlocks and sultry lamia. Roll 17 or above to orgasm, unless you have a +5 Strap-On of Stimulation.

Fairy orgies

Finally, stage a huge fairy orgy ruled over by Titania and Oberon with thousands of the little buggers going at it everywhere you look. Flitting through the air legs akimbo, pursued by hunky male fairies with otherworldly priapism. Try to make it sound less like that day when all the ants f**k by using adjectives.

The six arsehole parents at your child's nativity play

ATTENDING your child’s nativity play, even though he’s a mere shepherd for the second year running? Distract yourself with fury at these twats: 

The amateur videographer

Down the front with an actual camera, even though whole films are shot on iPhones now. Will take up a kneeling position to make sure every moment of their little darling’s performance as Balthazar is captured. Comfort yourself by imagining the sheer, crushing boredom of watching a screening of it on Christmas Day.

The chatty bastard

You have no idea who this is – that dad who you used to grunt at on the school run? – but he won’t shut up. Not during the ride into Bethlehem, not during the innkeeper bit, not during the songs. The glares of other parents make it clear you’re guilty by association just for nodding along. Which child is even his? Does he have one?

The entire family

Mum, dad, kids, a baby and both sets of grandparents? Taking up two entire rows? Leaving you stuck at the back, hardly able to see your son? Though they do provide a useful human wall so he can’t see you sink into despair as he forgets his one single f**king line, which is ‘Hark! An angel of the Lord!’

The costumier

Shepherd’s outfit £12 on eBay? Buy It Now and job done. It’s a bit disappointing? Should match the production then. But while your child takes the stage in his slightly soiled fire-hazard outfit, her daughter’s hovering above the stage in full angel regalia complete with light-up halo and battery-operated celestial wings. Making you look the inferior parent you are.

The parents of Mary and Joseph

Well done, your kid’s cute, can remember lines and has no history of soiling themselves. They got the main part. You’re very proud, which is why you got here an hour early and have the whole front row. You know what happens to kids who get picked to be Mary or Joseph? They’ve peaked now. The rest of their life will be a slow decline. Good.

The wild enthusiast

Unfathomably excited to be here while you’re watching the clock run down. ‘Isn’t this wonderful?’ she coos, about a theatrical experience one step down from a public hanging. It’s when she joins in on Away In A Manger you begin to worry. Wait, she’s not… religious? She doesn’t believe this whole Nativity thing actually happened, does she? Awkward.