I'd allow it, at my table.
Using the flat of your blade is a valid tactic for blunting blows, be it against undead or to incapacitate a target.
But I'd also give you a slight disadvantage, as you're now going to be fighting your blade becoming a fan.
They're Undead.
Blunt, not edged. They resist edged weapons.
Mind asking your future connection to fire up Stanley Parable for me?
Let's see what fuckery they baked in.
That's when you turn it into a running gag, and see if anyone notices before they're clearing out whole camps simply named "Phil".
Warm up some garlic naan, then plop your pasta on top. I think it turns out better than a tortilla.
They won't until they absolutely have to.
Which at this rate is fucking never.
I'm trying to get my own hands on it, but all of her cookbooks are in boxes that currently reside with my grandfather's new wife, who has made it her mission to piss on everything of his old life, even his family.
Funnily enough, the men in my family are the cooks, normally!
My step-grandmother, though... She knew how to bake. It didn't matter what she decided to make, it would turn out delicious. She refined a Black Forest cake recipe from scratch, I've never had another one like it. The moistness of the cake, icing just rich enough to make a statement, cherries that were the perfect ripeness.
She ruined that cake for me. I know a part of it is the memories, all the time wrapped around when she would bake that, but if I had one wish, it would be to have one more slice.
Slowly grinding my way through a Pokemon Red Professor Oaks Challenge(Yay, switch-training Magikarp...), and when my brains to the point of melting from that, Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous. Kitsune Bladebound Magus, happily traipsing her fluffy way down wherever Desna may guide her.
May the Gods have mercy on the crusade she's going to lead.
Only one way to find out. We need to find the Glove, rip out his skull, and find out if it's full of brownies so dank they raise the dead.
"All babies look vaguely like Winston Churchill"(to absolutely brutalize a Good Omens quote).
Yeah, that'd be fair, and it's how I normally treat using the shaft of a pole weapon as staff.
Unless it's a Monk. Damn them, and their versatility!