Forked Thread: The KEWLEST thing you can think of

[Charwoman Gene]

Is it bad that Musket wielding Victorian hippopotamous-men on magical space sailing ship is high on my list?

 

[Tinker Gnome]

A Biopunk zombie leaping fforg wielding a Plutonium chainsaw tha is fueled by how many times he says a cool catch phrase and then randomly lights on fire, the fire emits the smell of flowers and the blood of innocents.

Okay, that was pretty weak.

 

[lutecius]

Predator / porpoise / dragon / furry hybrids!!!

Red elephant-men from hell with spiky chins, huge goat horns and marine iguana tails!!!

 

[Amphimir Míriel]

A setting in which wielding a katana against anything but an unarmed peasant or someone in crappy wood armor causes you to die. >:|

That said, and forgive the bias, but my KEWLEST THING EVER is pretty damn mundane. It's an incredibly dusty wide road where two men face each other a distance apart, both with one hand twitching next to their peacemakers. Watching from the sidelines, next to the saloon, is an irritable mage in dust-stained robes and a large metal humanoid contraption constantly belching out steam with a smaller man sitting inside, watching through the glass window. Some ways away is the downed zeppelin that three of said men came in on.

So, you mean a toned-down version of Rifts?

 

[Rel]

An ironclad, steamship that flies high above the rocky surface of Mars, her guns belching flames as they fire at the distant form of a Martian ram-ship, whose vicious boarding parties fly through the air with pikes gripped in their prehensile feet. The command crew of the steamship is comprised of a stalwart british captian, a scottish engineer with a wrench in one hand and bundle of detonite in the other, the daughter of the governor with a derringer tucked in her garter, her Ghurka bodyguard, an American big-game hunter with a buffalo gun, and a de-frocked spanish nun-turned pirate.

At least that's the kewlest thing I HAVE thought of.

 

[Cadfan]

In the dark of night, five griffons wheel in the sky above the hobgoblin stronghold. Five adventurers sit on the backs, behind the griffon-riders. The party sorcerer pulls a book full of scrolls from his pack, and begins to read them. Invisibility for everyone, Bull's Strength for everyone, Bear's Endurance for everyone, See Invisibility for himself. They all jump from the griffons simultaneously. The sorcerer has five more scrolls, all of feather fall, and its five rounds to the ground. He'll cast his own last.

That's from a real campaign, at level 7. I'm ready for some low magic gaming, thanks.