I'm sorry, but there's something awfully silly about grown men and women being afraid of the Death Duel of Words on the Internet®, as if they're participating in some death-match ritual. It's the Internet. You say words, and most of the human world doesn't care. Relax. What will happen? Will the Dungeon Master subtract 300,000 experience points or levels or weight your 20-sided die? I've been there, but there comes a time when you have to say **** the DM, and fashion your own spell to absorb the logic patterns of the Necronomicon and become a denizen of the Cthulhu mythos and...open gatew...ummmm..yes, ahem...errr...excuse me, nerd flashback, I get them bad sometimes. AD&D PTSD.
Seriously, what the heck, bring yourselves over, put aside preconceptions. Who knows, you might become a servitor of Cthulhu here, or you might stay a lib. You never can tell. Apologies if you get door number 2.