Well, that was stupid. You'd never been to a D&D session, despite being accused of that in middle school. You got on the wrong side of the Dungeon Master, early. "I have built a fantasy world!" he yelled, "It's all so real!" He went on to babbling about dwarf/elf sociology and goblin taxonomies and worse. If you were too lazy to research things, and there's a whole INTERNET for that, you don't deserve to participate. As you exit, he takes a cheap shot about not dealing with ugly oafs. How does he live with himself, you wonder?