The Culture: The Soup Aisle Calls For You, Professor

The Professor whines like a bitch.

It is as BDubs has said.

Those with no original thoughts about #dnd very much dislike the #BROSR
What a shame. #WinningSecrets https://t.co/QBrdX73VUp

— RubiconDubs (@Bdubs1776) February 1, 2026

Or, as Nerdcognito says, "They don't really play."

"I don't like that. Change it." is exactly the same thing that Locusts do to Fandoms and Hobbies, and has the same effects. The Professor, and every other whining bitch, needs to be rebuked--bitchslapped--when they talk out of turn like that. The game is not about YOU, Professor.

This is Main Character Syndrome as it actually manifests. Rather than engage with the game as it is, working with it, learning it, mastering it, and overcoming it--what men are supposed to do--this womanly, narcissistic, dysfunctional behavior demands that IT conforms to HIM.

Get fucked.

You play the game as it is, or you don't play at all. Do. Something. Else.

The game is a complete and finished machine and not a bucket of LEGO to fuck around with. Cats are not dogs. Hammers are not wrenches. Shotguns are not hatchets. D&D is a wargame, not a Theater Kid playroom, and neither wars nor games go your way 100% of the time.

It's not about "having fun" (i.e. a consequence-free Power Fantasy). It's about winning against the odds, especially when the Fog of War is thicker than soup.

This is Real D&D. The Professor is a poseur, and thus is cast into the Soup Aisle.