Pardon me if I’ve misunderstood, but, except for the first few pages and the last few pages, hasn’t this thread just been one giant free-flowing role playing adventure?
Well, that’s one way to describe it.
I prefer “ad-hoc shared-world collabarative fiction” myself… 
Well, yeah, more or less.
And on that note, you’ve just been surprised by a Great White Saber-Tooth Rattleantulidilluphineoasaurus.
<rolls d20>
A hit! Roll 45d12 to determine damage, and make a save vs. death at -5.
… fiction?
By the way, can you describe the Great White Saber-Tooth Rattleantulidilluphineoasaurus for me? I just can’t visualize it.
Isn’t it obvious? It’s all the best (read: most dangerous) genetic bits of a:[ul][li]Great White Shark[/li][li]Saber-Tooth Tiger[/li][li]Rattlesnake[/li][li]Tarantula <shudder>[/li][li]Armadillo[/li][li]Porcupine[/li][li]Rhinoceros[/li][li]Brotosaursaurs[/li][/ul]
And kitten. I’m sure I saw a bit of kitten in there…
Gee, and I was just picturing it as Giant Goatse crossed with a lamprey…
Are you sure you’re talking about my genetic engineering projects and not local chinese take-out?
Are you saying you don’t put kitten in your creations? Then why do they like to play with their food so?
Well, I guess If we’re gonna go exploring I might as well leave a trail that we con follow back.
:: Opens up Bag-O-Pets™ and pulls out big, nasty spider ::
This little guy (his name’s Randall) is gonna leave a trail of sticky webbing behind us, so not only will we be able to find our way back, we don’t have to worry about having anything sneak up on us. Unless it can fly, or, walk on the cieling or something.
And as an added bonus, now Hal knows that I keep a spider with me.
Please tell Randall not to wrap ever…muuuufrftt…
I’m afraid I’m not familiar with this one. Is it some sort of alcoholic beverage? 
Oh…sorry…I believe they now call them “Apatosaursaursursus”.
I like spiders…especially considering Hal doesn’t… 
…mffff…he…mufttff…
uses his +3 vorpal sword to carefully cut the webbing from Snakescatlady
What? What? Speak up, now!
Oh, yeah, sorry.
Bad Randall! We don’t trap people! Bad Randall! Just the floor behind us!
:: Spider procedes to follow our party and spin a one foot wide web on the floor behind ::
There we go. I had to send him to a special school to be trained to listen to me.
I have a bad feeling about this.
Aww… He’s so cute!
(I don’t mind spiders. Now, if Randall was a chihuahua, we’d have issues. )