Funniest Gaming Moment

This thread's to discuss our most humorous gaming moments, whether in game or not. I have three funny moments.

1. The time my dwarvish warrior Hammer, who had a fear of the undead, and his group was surprised by a horde of skeletons. (Yeah, how 20 or so skeletons sneak up on you, I'll never know)
Anyway, my phobia kicks in and I go off at top speed for like six rounds. The other guys (since they're sorcerers mostly and can't fight) end up stealing a chariot and getting me, cause I was the only warrior in the group.

2. The time my friend's character, a wood elf archer, fell out of a tree - right on top of an ogre, too. Irony abounds.

3. The time my players (who just got done cracking jokes about getting various uhm... sex implements as treasure) got a Rod of the Python. Hehe.

3rd Edition Gamma World (with heavy house rules)

The party is setting up camp. As the sun sets the PC's notice that the leaves on some nearby trees begin to glow blue. After a few minutes they also begin to hum. By this time it's fully dark. The PC's get really nervous over the trees. (I'm a very devious GM) They pull up stakes and decide to move camp in the dark. After a few hours they are once again set up for the night. At this point I'm waiting, hoping for the statement I need from a player.

Finally my future wife says it, "I wonder why the tree's were humming?"

I reply, "Because they didn't know the words."

Moment of silence, than I had to use my GM screen to protect myself from flying dice.

The time when...

...we were all bad mouthing a major goddess (by the name of Athena) and were each subsequently whisked away to her home plane and were returned dead with a potion of elixir of life. By this point almost everyone had said these profanities (some...er...most went up to see the goddess multiple times) and there was one PC that did not risk divine wrath. The "rules" were that there was a cumulative 10% chance to be whisked away (on wings of godly retribution) each time you said the divinely offensive words. The following was an exchange between two players during an AD&D 2nd edition session:

Fighter PC: Hey, we all said the words and went up...now it's your turn.
Thief PC: No...I really shouldn't.
The whole adventuring party: You must...it's all for one and one for all!
Thief PC: ...
Fighter PC: OK, tell you what: if you say it I will also say it (again).
Thief PC: ...fine.
Thief PC: "Athena is my...."
*Poof*
Thief's body appears before the party...There is now a potion of elixir of life in front of the corpse when there was none before. The Thief's player turns to the Fighter's...
Thief PC: Now's your turn!
Fighter PC: smirk...I lied.

Militiaman: Lion of Death! Lion of Death!
Daimyo: Shhhhh! Where is the Lion of Death?
Militiaman: 10 mile away sir!
Daimyo: Keep the samurai ready!
Militianman: Uhhhh ... don't you mean attack?
Daimyo: No, keep them ready.
Militianman: Ummm ... I thought you said attack, so we attacked.
Daimyo: How many did we lose?!
Militianman: Out of 500 ... 500 ...
Daimyo: 500?!?!
Militiaman: Let me spare you the trouble.
Militianman commits sepukku.

The party had won a heavy sum during several previous excursions, and locked it away carefully at their headquarters. The HQ was in a bucolic, friendly town, where we were the local heroes. After returning from our latest adventure, the DM described in somber detail that the town had been destroyed. What was once a cheery bastion against chaos was now a devastated, ashen place, the new benchmark of misery.

As the PCs try to get a handle on this new twist, the party thief cries out with appropriate horror:

"OUR MONEY!!!"


--- John

For you Dragon Lance fans...

During a usually boring AD&D session:

The Henchman: ...nothing ahead.
The Party: Yea, we noticed...
After hours of dreary march, the party happens on a humongous cave where there were sightings of some kobolds.
The Party: Check out the cave, Henchman and report back to us!
The Hechman: Sure.
5 minutes goes by...the Henchman comes back excitedly like...
The Party: What have you found?
The Henchman: Kobolds! TWO! Two Kobolds!
Henry the Slayer: Hhmm... I'll handle this!
Henry goes in...and promply comes out...running
Henry in a panicky voice: There are hundreds! Run for your lives!
Party runs for a full 10 minutes and the Kobols stop chasing.
The Party: What was that! You said TWO!
The Henchman counts: One, two, two, two, two...so there were two altogether!


[note: for those not familiar with Dragon Lance, the lowly gully dwarves couldn't count past two. All number greater than two was...two. ]

We really need to merge all these threads... maybe there should be one sticky thread for this kind of thing?

hehe
kesh that is funny

The party was walking towards a tower when all of the sudden a hail of arrows started raining down on us. We dove for cover and some of us, including my Half-Orc Barbarian/Cleric (level 1/2) started working our way towards the tower, moving from piece of cover to piece of cover.

Finally we arrived at the door, fought a bit, and made our way to the top of the tower where the three of us who went ahead were confronted by about five hobgoblins. We all charged, me pulling out my greatsword and raging. I attacked the hobgoblin and missed, horribly. He shrieked and dropped his bow. I attacked him again the next round and missed horribly again. Meanwhile, the other two had dispatched three of the hobgoblins and were chasing down the fourth who had run downstairs. It came to my initiative round again and, frustrated at my inability to hit this hobgoblin, my Half-Orc dropped his sword and bull-rushed the hobgoblin.

Of course, being on a tower, we both fell off the edge. The subsequent fall killed the hobgoblin (finally) and nearly did so with me.

The best part, though, was when the other two came back to the top of the tower to see if i needed any help and found my greatsword on the ground but no sign of me.

-Mike

Well, long ago in our groups long-running MERP game the party was wandering through Mirkwood after successfully taking out an orc patrol from around Dol Guldur.

Anyway, at some point out of the scrub came charging this wild boar. Anyway the Dwarven Fighter, Dunedain Bard and Silvan Elf Ranger charged in to take him out. Lets just say he wiped the floor with them. The remaining characters fled up trees to escape the wrath of the pig, firing arrow after arrow into its hide, or in the case of the mage casting a few Shockbolt spells into it with little effect. Eventually it got bored and wandered off.

Quite embarrasing for our group of mighty heroes.

And now ten years later, the players (not characters) still freak and run whenever they encounter a pig in a game (at least in Rolemaster).