In a new campaign I’m part of, my character is a rogue, Awakened Undead fan race. He’s a skeleton, but he knows that’s unnatural and does his best to hide it. I coordinated with the DM ahead of time to work the twist into the story later, but for now we’re only one session in.

I commented privately to the DM that I was disappointed no one had commented on the fact that I’m completely covered head to toe, so he starts laying the hints on thick.

DM: So the four of you see the rogue (me) on the edge of the guard post you’re looting. It’s getting pretty late, but he hasn’t started a fire and doesn’t seem to notice the cold.

Ranger: I go start a fire next to him and get camp ready for the night.

DM: Alright, you start the fire. He doesn’t seem to care if it’s there or not.

Mage: I start cooking food and handing it out to everyone.

Me: Oh, no, I’m fine, thank you.

Fighter, ooc: You know, it seems like your character just doesn’t give a fuck about life.

Me: …You have NO IDEA.

It took everything I had not to make a pun.