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My Owlbear Challenge game You Gotta Do What You Gotta Do now includes the rule, "On a roll of 1 through 5, upper management sends a disapproving email. On a 6, someone's arm gets ripped off."
Nah. Gotta keep 'em sweating.
No. The point is the threat of trauma is scarier than constant repetition of trauma.
(Up to a point. Then the fact that you have to keep having meetings anyway is scarier. Rats, now I have to rethink this after all.)
I dunno. How many arms do you have?
I guess either two arms or two wings?