Sauvons Les Rolistes

They are found in groups of five
In the faculty cellars
They love to be clever with their dice
They draw in their notebooks
Werewolf swords
They don't listen in English class
Because they already know everything

They buy game boxes
Whose title we don't understand
They collect plastic figures
We see them on the internet
In the larps in underwear
They speak the languages of the elves
And read Klingon dictionaries

You can save the roleplayers
Before they disappear
You must roll a d10
And you multiply by 13
In the bonus table
You come to make your selection
And you will know how much you give
To our association
...and you will save the roleplayers!

It's a hassle in business
When to communicate
Besides, it's not a droid
It's the coffee machine
They fall asleep at meetings
Hidden behind a notebook
They never know
When there's a match on TV

During the lunch break
They are redoing education
Unwell colleagues
By their incomprehension
They state the supplements
From the third edition
And the penalties to armor class
From a loyal-good character!

Imagine the world without us
A world without a dice test!
A world without collectible supplements
(It's misery)
No one left to draw
Swords and shields
No one to say “fumble” at a party anymore!
(it's not possible)
No one left to say sock
Tagazoc and then fight
No one left to say that your face is magical!
(but it doesn’t rhyme!)
No more tortured dice
Poorly reheated pizzas
And hello to pre-formatted culture

With family at home
It's the atmosphere of TF1
There are those who think you're stupid
And those who understand nothing
It will ruin your studies
You will end up committing suicide
It's not bullshit, you see
They talk about it on TV

Your mother thinks it's unhealthy
Spend the weekend locked up
Going through books
On wizards
"my son is a role-player,
I don't think he's doing very well."
“but rest assured, odile
I have the address of an optician!”

Every time you listen to this song, you advance the role play! your computer secretly sends a message coded in the frame of bytes of the audio file which is relayed by dozens of servers installed in the basements of roleplayers around the world. the information is stored on the magnetic tapes of Skynet's central computer hidden under a volcano. he in turn sends a 128-bit encrypted signal to Captain Kirk and his friend Albator, whose ships are gliding in stealth mode in our planet's atmosphere. these thousands of signals are then converted into dollars and injected into the bank accounts of pizza box factories serving as a cover for the role-playing market. thank you ! thank you to you, earthlings and inhabitants of other planets, for participating in the greatness of our favorite leisure activity!
Yes, thank you!

You can save the roleplayers
Before they disappear
You must roll a d10
And you multiply by 13
You must get 200
By adding your address
With a bonus of 2d20 if your father is ambidextrous!
...and you will save the roleplayers.

Words and music: pen of chaos
Performers: the naheulband and his guests