**AITA for basically telling my entire D&D group to touch grass when they tried to schedule a *45-minute rules debate* about whether a bag of holding can hold a bag of holding?**
So, I (29M) host a weekly D&D night. It’s supposed to be casual—beer, pretzels, maybe some light RP, not a thesis defense on interdimensional physics. Last night, my pal "Dave," the group rules lawyer (who owns a literal binder for "house errata"), announced he found a "game-breaking loophole."
He spent 40 minutes explaining how, by RAW, you could theoretically create a black hole using two bags of holding. He had Excel spreadsheets. Another guy, "Tyler," brought a toy model to demonstrate.
I was hangry and tired. I looked around the table at these grown men (ages 25-40) stress-analyzing a fictional item, looked at my GM screen where I had planned a simple goblin heist, and just said: "Dude. Seriously. Go outside. Touch a leaf. The only black hole here is your sex life."
The table went dead silent. Dave packed up his binder. Tyler started speed-walking out. Now group chat says I ruined the "magic" and "immersion" by being "aggressively anti-nerd."
TL;DR: I told my min-maxing D&D group they need grass, not loot tables. But AITA for killing the vibe harder than a CR 30 monster?