My husband is evil. Very, very evil. He finally got to DM for a group we were a part of. He learned about them, what they did and didn’t know. As I already stated, he’s evil.

So the party entered a town…
DM: Fog begins to appear out of nowhere
Me (rogue): We need to leave NOW!
Warrior: Why? It’s just fog?
Wizard: What’s wrong?
Me (to DM, ooc): You are NEVER DMing again.
DM just smiles.
The party discuses what to do. I try to explain what’s happening and the other’s still don’t get it. No matter how hard I try, they insist on continuing.
DM (when decision is made): Welcome to Ravenloft.