Okay, for once I'll hop on the bandwagon.
I would have to say my favorite moment was back on
WotC. Ann and Bhryn were camped out beside FeeGee, each with a bag of conjured 'Roasted bunny snouts'. Mildly buzzed from a recent trip to visit FeeGee's family in Oerth, the snouts didn't last long in their little packages as they managed to get flung at random passerbys, accompanied by phrases such as, "We only snout those we love!" and "Shoo! Before she summons the rest of the rabbit."
And ya'll think today's stuff is wild . . . We were uncontrolled back in the day.
ANd I have an Addendum from my brother . . . I'm never typing while I'm on the phone with him again.
His favorite memory is when Donny taught Shen his first little bit of Arcane magic in the form of Summon SNack Food 1: Ice Cream. And the there in Emporium wide chase that ensued as he and Nevine kept said dessert from the pregnant Donny.
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Frag the weak, hurdle the dead.
Jesus saves, except you. Make a new character.
This is my BFG. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My BFG is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it, as I must master my life. Without me, my BFG is useless. Without my BFG, I am useless. I must fire my BFG true, I must shoot straighter than my enemy, who is trying to frag me. I must frag him before he frags me. I will. I swear this creed: my BFG and myself are defenders of my team, we are the pwners of my enemy, we are the saviors of my life. So be it, until my enemy is blown to bits.
Click me.