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Message: <blockquote data-quote="malcolypse" data-source="post: 5274409" data-attributes="member: 92042">oh, same game and same character was my all-time best pc death ever. we were in some forsaken temple to unspeakable creatures in the middle of the desert. turns out we were the second group to arrive to deal with the situation. the first were government agents, who had brought an arsenal of weapons and were prepared but undermanned. two of their agents were laid in one corner of the first room, very visibly dead. they told us that they were ambushed on their way in but had forced the cultists further into the building. they talked about why we were there and basically conscripted us to help them. the other pcs are talking to the agents for a while, and i get bored. i'm wandering around the edge of the room trying to avoid human contact since my pc is pretty far gone at this point and tends to do and say things that get the party into trouble. being just sane enough to know that i'm not a valuable conversationalist, i'm the over by the weapon crates and the bodies. then dead-agent-steve gets up. he has about twenty bullet holes in him and isn't breathing, but he stands up and starts coming towards the living people. the leader of the agents says, "don't worry, that's steve. he's not hurt as bad as he looks." now, having some prior experience with zombies my pc knows one when he sees it and the dm rolls for my sanity loss. and i suck it up. he flips to the chart of insanities in the back of the book and rolls. he looks at me, looks at the book, and then jerks his head at the door to the next room. he tells me that for the next fifteen minutes, my character is suicidal. he expects a charge at the zombie or into the back of the building to do as much damage as possible.  back at the table, i ask him if there are any .45s in the cache. he says hes there are and i pick one up. another pc, well aware of my characters tenuous grasp on sanity and tendency towards twitching and mumbling has been keeping me away from sharp objects for days of game time notices and yells, "he's got a gun!" i look around the table at all the other players, who look more frightened of me than of the monsters and cultists.  i end on the one who yelled the warning and say, "no, it's all ok." then i mime raising the gun to my temple and pulling the trigger.  end result, horror the players could bite off and chew when they realize that their pcs were also potentially a threat to themselves. the gm and i were very proud, i think, of the impact of that moment. i still miss that character.</blockquote>

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