Writing Prompts: "This combo is so fucking bullshit. Secret Smallpox Lab and Genetic Pandemic don't work this way when you have Beneficial Mutation in play and no, Hazmat Suit can't be activated from hand. This is the last time I play Science: The Hypothesis with you"

I discovered an old Reddit account I had for posting stories and writing prompts was somehow still active and decided to raid it for some of the older stuff I wrote while trying to get better at writing.  There isn't much but here is what there is...

"Wait! Wait…what’s wrong with it?" The small figure holding several books in his tiny hands asked.

"Everything!" The angry voice replied. "For one thing it violates the rule of threes!"

"Oh for @#$%!" Cried the oversized bunny rabbit throwing its paws up in the air.

"You shutup Bugs!" The earlier angry voice shot back. "You know as well as I do that this whole scenario violates the rule of threes, never mind what it does to the law of equivalent exchange!"

The smallest of the party placed the books down, not bothering to save the place in them he had previously held with his finger. He looked over at the complainer and sighed.

"Danfole," he rasped through clenched teeth, "how many times must I explain to you this is a world of science? The laws of magik you refer to have no hold there!"

The wizard of the party squared his shoulders and stood, towering over the dwarf, his lips thinning superciliously into a sneer. " And I told you that laws are called laws for a reason!" He grated out.

Before the dwarf could reply, the pooka jumped in. "And we told you it’s a game! Gods above, I knew we should have just gave in and played Corporation: The Suits Ladder Edition like you wanted."

"That’s right—at least Corporations doesn’t try to violate the rules of existence! I suppose a pooka like yourself is simply too stupid to understand."

"Who are you calling stupid you bigoted excuse for a magic user!?" The pooka raged, bringing its large head around to glare at the wizard.

Their bickering was suddenly interrupted by the very large axe which appeared suddenly between the two of them.

"Sit down and shut up—both of you." The tiny wielder commanded.

"It’s too late in the evening to start a different game and I’m tired of messing about. Next time one of you two can play the game master and choose the game. I’m going to sleep."