This is a place people can write down and share fun things that have been said during saga sessions, whether in-game or out-of-game.
Beryl: How open are you about your….adventurousness?
Jonas: Wait, are you asking if she's into anal sex?
GM: Not every problem, or even ANY problem, can be solved with twerking!
Gjermund nr2: But my tail is so fluffy!
Moonglow: (talking to 15 year-old girl) You wanna go do something fun?
Girl: Sure, I guess.
Moonglow: Ok, then come over here and mount my walking stick
Everyone around table: ….WHAT?!?
GM: But you don't have feelings towards IT.
Maggie: I do: (points at sheet) "No!"
Chert: We learned the monster's into bottoms.
Sapphire: WHAT?!?!
Chert: I found a rock!
Glimmer: Where did you come from? Why did you go?
Several co-players: Where did you come from goat-eye joe?
Maggie: Dusk would never lie to me, unless he was doing so.
Chert: DO NOT YEET ME SIR!
Martin: Strip Russian Roulette
Chert: (after having summoned up all the area's cats) I was meeting the mafia
GM: The mafieow?….
Dusk: You know i AM going to do something naughty, so you may as well give permission anyway.
Sigurd: You know, as in…..sea-weed
Maggie: Marinehuana!
Dusk: (to Glimmer) Y'know, for an adult, you're not very useful.
Chert: Adults aren't supposed to be useful, Dusk.
Chert: What are you fleeing Glimmer? Responsibility?!?
Glimmer: No comment!
GM: So she breaks down crying.
Players, collectively: Wooo! /applause/
Martin: Maybe he has alzheimer's?
Hilde: Or….eelsheimer?
Martin: Peg him down.
GM: You mean "take him down a peg", maybe?
NPC: "You wanted to take the elevator down? Sorry it left… You could always take the stairs."
Moonglow: "Look at me, I am too old to take the stairs. I will take the direct route." Walks off the cliff
Maggie: Bog mummy take the wheel!
Dusk?: They have family and friends who'll be worried about them
Dewdrop: We were going to write them a message
???: That's sort of difficult to deliver though, we're on a moving caravan
Dewdrop: No, we'd get one of the bats to fly over with it
Jonas: Bat-mail?
Sigurd: No! A bat-signal!