Today on Jerry Springer - Dwarves gone wild!

I'm curious to hear stories about game sessions where things ended up similar to an episode of Jerry Springer or the like. Last night we played a session that included evil dwarven cousins acting out. With the help of a few spells cast by extremely amused party members, (suggestion, psionic suggestion, grease, rage) there was a beard pulling fight, some greased "wrestling", and other shenanigans. It was hilarious.

One of the PCs in my group got into a fistfight with her cousin over breakfast (which ended up with his face in a plate of eggs). Does that count?

Not exactly Springer, but more like WWF

When I was in high school back in the 80's, our 1e D&D group often wound up in some kind of bar fight or intra-party combat situation. They'd adventure for a while, reach about 5th level or so, and then decide it was time to pick a fight.

Two of the players were devout All-Star Wrestling viewers which didn't help matters. Their characters were the two that invariably ended up doing all the boasting and instigated the fights. When it was done, there was usually only 1 character left alive, which I guess they considered to be the equivalent to the "winner" of a cage match or something like that.

As the DM, I tried my hardest to avoid these situations, but alas, too many of the players thought that these character vs. character battles were much more fun. As a result, I pretty much never bothered designing adventures that would go much past 5th level or so.

After another year or so, those guys settled down and actually became really good players, and we started reaching double digit levels which was more impressive in the 1e days.

Our group was in a city during a major festival. They went out drinking, and the tavern had a staged bar fight. Well, a couple of the characters ended up in a three-way wrestling match with an NPC dwarf, and the party bard (who was observing, not participating) made a suggestion to the tavern owner to increase audience interest. Seconds later, they had a bucket of warm butter dumped on them. I don't think the poor dwarf ever recovered. The next morning a couple of the other characters woke up covered in butter, too; the affected characters were too drunk to remember how it had happened, and the ones who did know weren't talking.

Oh, and recently our male cleric was changed into a woman by his (her) goddess. I guess that's Springer-esque enough...

This session has now been chronicled in the Jester's halfling story hour. Check out what a couple carefully placed suggestions can do!

There was the time when our dwarven fighter, Krag, got into an argument with Elwin, the cleric of Pelor about the cleric healing others before himself. Elwin thinks of himself as a martyr of sorts and this argument has sprung up other times before. But never to the magnitude of being in the middle of the temple sanctuary with other priests around. The argument brewed up again, even to the point, after Elwin being bullheaded (in Krag's eyes), about this whole issue. It came down to Krag pulling out his "lesser axe" (as opposed to the vorpal one) and whocking Elwin upside the head with the flat of the blade. This was after a LOUD shouting match. Which had already gotten the attention of every priest there, who now were ready to throw attack spells at Krag, until Elwin yelled for them not to. And my cleric was somewhat trying to break up the fiasco right before Krag hit Elwin....