You've drained a bottle of soda. The table is covered in drawings, miniatures, dice, and open books. At long last, you're about to vanquish the final enemy in this marathon of epic combat. The dice are rolled. The beast is beaten. You all cheer. And how much time has passed? At the table, a grueling four and a half hours of name calling, rules lawyering, and snack munching. In the game? Let's see... six times ten divided by....A minute and a half. You're exhausted. Let's go all the way back to town. We're there now? Cool. Maybe I'll buy a sweatshirt while I'm here.