Years ago, (ODnD) one of our regulars rolled up an array of stats that left him with a half-orc with good stats except Int was 3.
He played Iggy just as he should. Did'nt start a fight untill someone hurt him first, got caught up in combat and would sometimes swing at his own party.
The funniest thing that happened was he got separated, via pit trap and ended up by his dumb self in the treasury. Reunited with party with a large purple lump of glass. Too dumb to understand gold, wealth and directionally challenged, we never found the treasury.
He eventually ended up a captain of a pirate ship full of goblin crewmen. (In a 'Dread pirate Roberts' kind of way)
Fast forward to 3.5.
I decided that Iggy should have a son. Unfortunatly for Iggy the backstory was a female troll cheiftain that had heard of his oceanic exploits and decided that he was worthy of sireing her children. (I think the quote was "ima gettin some of dat")
The homebrew resuld was a Troll/half orc hybrid with minimal regenerative abilities that thought of his own base needs. (Food and Breeding more or less)
Iggu made a short spear out of his own leg bone, because he thought it would have 'da magics'.
Unfortunatly for the other party members, when he used it and brought down anything made of meat his roll in the combat was over and he would start eating.
Inspired our DM to award Iggu with a homebrew feat of "Smite Dinner"
I wish I had known about the story hour then because there were many games that all of us ended up in tears, laughing.