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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Green Knight" data-source="post: 804476" data-attributes="member: 2723">The party enters into a bar which is full of orcs. As it so happens, one of the characters is a rabid anti-orc bigot. Can't stand the sight of all those orcs so he decides to waste them all with a fireball. Unfortunately, said PC did this while the party WAS STILL INSIDE THE BAR!!! And of course, our PC failed to take into account the combustive nature of alcohol, which was flowing freely in said bar.  Suffice to say, the other players weren't to happy with the player of that character once the fire got put out.  *whistles innocently*  * * * * * *  And yet more fun with fireball, though with a different player. This player thought it'd be a dandy idea to lob a fireball down a cavern. He should've paid more attentions to the DM's flavor text, though. Especially to the part where the DM mentioned the methane emissions in the cavern...  * * * * * *  The above player had some more chances to disgrace himself in later games. This time he was a Fighter who apparently picked the wrong fight. With who, you may ask? An orc barbarian? A hill giant? A troll? Nope.  He picked a fight with a horse. And the horse won.  One round, two hoof attacks, a critical with each, and BOOM! The result? One Fighter stone cold dead on the ground.  * * * * * *  This was in an evil campaign. Myself, as a Necromancer, and another player decided to take advantage of my Necromantic abilities. Namely the raising of the dead, which we could then use as cannon fodder. Use them to set off traps, help us fight monsters, etc. Great idea, right? But did we go to a cemetary and just raise some corpses? NOOOOOOO. That would've required some actual thought processes on our part. And besides, we were evil and wanted to hurt people in the process, so we instead decided to find the nearest pack of hobos and murder them, then raise them as zombies.  So we travel through the seedier parts of town til at last we find a pack of hobos. Specifically a family of homeless. Sweet! We'd get the chance to murder an entire family! So we leapt to the attack, expecting a slaughter.  Oh, there was a slaughter, alright! Just not what we were expecting.  The homeless family turned out to be a family of friggin' wererats! And we, being 1st-level characters, didn't have +1 or better weapons. We tried desperately to escape, but no such luck. Suffice to say, that family of homeless wererats went to bed that night with full stomachs...</blockquote>

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