Do you know how many years it’s been since I’ve had a three-die stunt in Exalted? TOO MANY! There’s nothing quite like describing your own badassitude so eloquently that your ST is like, “Yeah, naw. Have an unreasonably large bonus to the roll.” Unfortunately, the big moment this week came at the cost of my own distractibility. Lemme explain.

So no shit there I was, mortal sorcerer with a thing for fire. Dude is from Chiaroscuro; vaguely Arabian Nights themed setting. We were fighting some filthy bandits, and my sorcerer was frustrated that his new spell was taking so long to cast. I stunted by cursing the name of the ifrit lord who’d “””taught””” him this new terrestrial circle sorcery, Flight of the Brilliant Raptor. (If you’re not familiar, Exalted is very animu with its spell names.)

In any case, the three-die stunt in question came in the form of an elaborate insult (NSFW language). Ahem:

Kheellada! Why is this taking so long? I was promised fire! I was promised a smoking hole in the ground, not some useless glow bulb. May you be smited by fate, you birthday cake topper! I hope your court is broken and lost! Your spark extinguished and drowned in the Western Pole! You lowly glow worm! You flaming dung beetle! Your mom’s sister’s itchy asshole mated with an unlit torch and birthed you! Let the Incarnae afflict your father with a limp wick, you smoking bag of rancid offal left upon the front stoop of a beggar!

I would like to channel my negative intimacy for unwashed persons.

I would like to use a willpower.

I would like the fiery bird I was promised Kheellada, you forsworn oil-lamp filled with yeddim fuck!

It was exhilarating. It was cathartic. Some days I’m really happy I’m good at accents.

In any case, here’s where THE POINT comes on. I may be OK at improv, but there’s no way I’m good enough to improvise all that. You see, I’d spent my downtime in combat writing that biz out. And while I did so, I know I wasn’t paying attention to my compatriots and being a good audience like I ought. (A certain artist of my acquaintance has a similar habit with drawing-at-the-table.) No one is being bothered during these semi-related-to-the-live-game-as-it’s-happening pastimes. We are doing game-related things. But even so, while focused on our own activities we aren’t giving the game our full attention.

So I put it to you, good denizens of Handbook-World: As good gamers, when is it OK to be distracted at the table? Is there a hierarchy at play? For example, being on your scryPhone is bad, but re-reading rules is just part of the game? Posting game-related memes in the group discord is kind of distracting, but unrelated ones are unacceptable? Where do you draw the line when it comes to distracted gaming? Shout out your own do and do-not examples down in the comments!