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F**k iT ! I cast FIREBALL !! - Hilarious DnD TPK Song

Adventurers, this is why you measure before you detonate. In " I Cast Fireball", a brave (or brainless?) mage proves once and for all that room size means nothing to him. The result? Total party incineration. This bardcore rock tragedy is packed with flaming regrets, roasted rangers, and the most unhinged chorus in D&D parody history. If you’ve ever seen your mage nuke a hallway because “math is for nerds,” this one’s for you. 🔥 Leave a comment if you’ve ever died in a fireball that you didn’t ask for. 📏 Warning: no spatial awareness was used in the making of this spell. LYRICS : [Verse] Scout bursts in with blood on his face, “Tiny-ass room! It’s a damn crawlspace! There’s twenty cultists packed wall to wall— If we fight in there, we’ll ALL fall!” Barbarian said, “Bro, I can barely swing,” Paladin said, “I can’t channel a thing!” Druid sniffed, “Smells like bat guano and doom,” And the rogue muttered, “This feels like a tomb…” The ranger squinted, “Hey, where’s the floor?” The mage tripped and kicked in the door. Everyone turned to him with dread... And he just smirked and raised his head: [Chorus] “I don't give a shit about how large is the room, I cast Fireball, make it go boom! I don’t give a damn if we’re tight in a hall, 'Cause Fireball solves it all!” [Verse 2] It was eight by eight—barely space to stand, The mage was grinning, fireball in hand. Rogue screamed “NO!”, the paladin said a prayer, But we all knew death was already there. “There's no ventilation!” the warlock cried, “I’m under a table!” the ranger lied. Druid yelled, “TURN BACK!” mid-bear shift, But too late… fireball began to lift. [Chorus] “I don't give a shit about how large is the room, I cast Fireball, make it go boom! I don’t give a damn if we’re tight in a hall, 'Cause Fireball solves it all!” [Bridge] The spell went off like a sun in a jar, Our gear’s now soup, and our souls went far. The rogue’s now ash, the tank’s just dust, The druid’s bear form combusted—just. Cleric’s bones are lightly toasted, Dwarf’s beard is flame-roasted. And the mage? Oh, he’s super dead— But he laughed the whole time as his hat caught red. [Chorus – Slower, Echoing Through the Flames] “I don't give a shit about how large is the room, I cast Fireball, make it go boom! I don’t give a damn if we’re tight in a hall, 'Cause Fireball solves it all…”