This comes from Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay...
We was investigating a very wierd castle, belonging to the dark lord Drachenfels. We found a lot of strange things there, for example the entire castle yard was not covered with gravel, but with fingers, ears and so on... quite nasty stuff.
After investigating the entire complex, we came to the highest room in the tallest tower, to discover a large pulsating heart suspended in mid-air. The heart acted as a device to colelct warpdust from the air, undoubtedly for nefarious usage later on.
After discussing a long time on how to disable it, one of the party got fed up and put an arrow through it. It promptly swelled up and exploded. The DM was probably feeling nice (a rare occurence), so he allowed us to throw us through the window and try to grab something on the way down. With a few lucky rolls and fate points, everyone actually survived.
That's when it hit us:
Yorick!
Yorick was our trusted henchman. Through no fault of his own, we as players tended to forget he was with us. During his quite long tenure with us, he had (among many other things) managed to get sprayed with troll stomach acid, jumped from a ledge to survive the fiery blast of a dragon and was at a time gutted by two bloodletters (and then crawled out of the holding pentagram, ruining the protection spell). Miraculously, he survived it all (as did the rest of the party!)
As we had tarried, he asked for a roll to see if he made it out the window. We rolled... and missed. By one. We saw the form of our friend enter the window frame and then the entire floor exploded.
On our way out, we noticed that there had been several additions to the court yard, ten new fingers, a nose, an ear, two eyeballs...
Alas, poor Yorick! We knew him well...
