Critical Hit

If I ran a game store I would play the song Critical Hit by Ghost Mice.

Everybody who's ever seen the movie The Goonies remembers the Goonies catchphrase, "Goonies never say die." Critical Hit is a song after that same sentiment. The song takes place in a dungeon where Despair has cast its long shadow over the party. The PCs are spent and the monsters are still walking tall. It's doubtful that the DM is going to play the Deus ex Machina card, so the only thing really left to do is to hack. Hack like your lives depend on it - and hope for that natural 20. "Not all fights are won by skill, some are won by luck." That needs to be on a Chessex poster.

Ghost Mice is a two-piece folk band composed of two people who normally play punk music: Chris Clavin on guitar and Hannah Jones on violin. The two were/are in various punk bands together - and Chris started the label Plan-It-X Records - before striking into folk music. They bring a really fun sound to folk, sounding more like an Austin, Texas band than a Bloomington, Indiana one. Critical Hit has a really loose, folksy, back porch feel to it, with most of the lyrics not caring to rhyme and most of the lines not caring for meter. I tend to forget about this song and then when I hear it I hum it for a week.

Critical Hit was released on the 2007 album, Ghost Mice & Andrew Jackson Jihad. It's a split album with the first eight songs being performed by Andrew Jackson Jihad and the last eight being played by Ghost Mice.

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Critical Hit lyrics

When you're deep in a dark dungeon
And the cleric's down and dying
And you've taken all the potions you had left
And you feel like you are doomed
Because the demon you set loose
Is coming after you
And you can smell its breath
And the door between you and it is pretty thin
And the wizard is all out of spells
The fighters took a few too many hits
This thing, it came from hell
It seems like it can't be killed

Well, don't ever give up
Not all fights are won by skill
Some are won by luck

Don't ever give in
You've gotta keep on trying
'Til you lose or you win

Cross your fingers, roll the die
Wait with hope for the big two-oh
Cross your fingers, roll the die
Let it go, let it go, let it go
Let it roll, let it roll, let it roll

Don't give up yet, no, don't ever quit
There's always a chance of a critical hit
Of a critical hit

The biggest, baddest beasts have easily been beat
With one lucky shot
Dragons have fell and kingdoms have been saved
By people giving everything they've got
By people who never gave up
By people who know just to let the dice roll and to see what comes up
No we should never ever give up