Gaffs, snorts, spits and other embarrassing RPG moments.

[Chondu]

Our DM (who's also my husband), WizarDru, Actually took 1 pt. of damage from a 1d4 during one of our sessions about a year and a half ago.

A friend of mine did something similar some years back. After making some horrendous gaffe he slammed his head to the table in frustration, and came up again with a d4 actually STUCK in his forehead . He still has the scar (although you can bet that if anyone asks he tells some tale of how he got it in the army).
Perhaps this was a common gaming related injury back in the old days, and that is why they started to make d4s with flattened points.

 

[Conaill]

Wearing old jeans to a game I sat down ripped the entire but out. I wasn't wearing any underwear and the party was half girls. Now I wear only new jeans or sweat pants to the game.

Lol. You left out an important piece of information. Were they impressed or not?

Well... This is the "gaffs, snorts, spits" thread!

 

[WanderingMonster]

Once while playing Vampire, our PCs were at a party (I believe it was being thrown by the Prince). When we had the chance to talk to him, I was narrating my character's actions and said, "I put my drink on the table."

That's not what everyone heard.

The table bust out into uncontrollable laughter. I was speechless, clueless, and frustrated. Turns out they thought my character had just whipped out "Little Dracula" and lay it on the table in front of the Prince.

It's still a very popular joke among the group.

 

[La Bete]

took 1 pt. of damage from a 1d4

Sigh. Did you know that d4's make handy caltrops?

While playing in a fairly crowded room, I jumped over another player (lying on the floor) to get to my character sheet. Only to discover some fiend had been laying caltrops. Ow.

 

[Jondor_Battlehammer]

I was DM'ing Speaker in dreams, and was reading some descriptive text. As usual, I was over reading my self a little bit, and I began a sentance that had the word "Towns" in it. I was reading along, and had it in my mind that it was going to say "Cities".

So I put the two words together.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

An in game experience.

Wizardru and the rest will remember this. I had just started playing in Wizardru's group so 15 years ago and I had this great elven fire mage named Pharon Hytte. I was going to play him the haughty elvish elitist type. My best friend was also playing an elf and I was going to have Pharon speak only to His character Alvarion and Alvarion would translate into "common".
Well we were searching this building for survivors and I in my usual stupid way had Pharon say to Alvarion in Elvish "There are Humans here. I haven't eaten a human in ages." This was a joke between Alvarion and Pharon but one of the humans overheard what I said and knew Elvish. They stampeeded over top of Pharon and Alvarion in thier haste to get away from the man eating elves.
It was at that point that Pharon became the bad luck magnet that he was. Every time Pharon opened his mouth at a crucial moment he stuck his foot in his mouth up to his thigh.

 

[DDK]

Everyone, including the cat, had to make Reflex rolls to avoid the flying sheets of plywood and the literal shower of 2000+ cardboard counters, 12 maps, gaming dice, rules and game charts and six cans of opened coke.

Lol. Now that's what I call an 'epic' encounter

Well... This is the "gaffs, snorts, spits" thread!

ROFL! OMG! That is funny on SO many levels, lol.

 

[darklight]

In one session with me DM'ing and two players, one of the players let out a huge sneeze. Minutes later, when the other player was picking up his miniature, he discovered it was covered in snot!!!

Later that same session, the 'sneezing' player got so pissed off at what happened in the game, that he trew his eraser at me, which actually made me bleed! It was a normal rubber eraser, but he had hit my glasses, slamming the centerpiece into the top of my nose.

Yep, crazy stuff happens around here!

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[Sialia]

Ok. So, we were playing an Al Qadim game at Kidchthulu and Piratecat’s old place. Before they moved into the Werehouse. Bandeeto was GMing.

My character had just done something that had gotten her into a lot of trouble with her Guildmaster, and I thought it would be a swell idea to prostrate myself before him and beg for mercy.

And while we weren’t LARPing, we had been moving about the house a bit, and I happened to be standing on the kitchen floor at the moment I made this fateful decision.

The slippery kitchen floor. In my sock feet.

Which, predictably, slid out from under me at the moment that my face was parallel to the floor.

I cannot begin to describe the sensation of having the full weight of my head push my nose to the linoleum in free fall, but suffice to say, I wound up looking like a raccoon with two enormous shiners.

The worst part of this (apart from having Kidcthulhu and Sagiro and Piratecat and my beloved Bandeeto laughing themselves almost to asphyxia at my pain) was that when I sheepishly showed up to work the next day and was unwilling to tell anybody there how I had gotten the black eyes apart from “I tripped,” the whole office started gossiping that my finance (Bandeeto) was beating me.

I mean, can you imagine telling them, “no no, I was kowtowing to him . . . it was all my own fault . . . should have gotten the orders right in the first place . . .”

Sometimes, there’s just nothing you can say.

But that’s not a touch on the time Kidcthulhu fireballed her eyebrows off in that kitchen . . .

 

[Desdichado]

Once, when I didn't speak Spanish very well yet, I went to play some games with some friends of mine. I had biked over, and it had been a very windy day, and my hair was flying every which way. One of the gals there started laughing at my flyaway hair, and I told her that I had left my comb at home, so I was stuck with it. Or at least I thought that's what I said. The word for comb is peine and the word I said was pene which sounds very, very similar, and which I don't think I can translate on the boards (little dracula works well, though, from the story above! ) The thought of me having left that at home was, of course, riotously funny to everyone but myself, who couldn't figure out what was going on until somebody recovered enough to tell me.

I also had a ripped pants episode -- all the guys had just got home from something where we were dressed up, and we were settling in to play. I hadn't thought to bring clothes to change into, but the host graciously offered me some sweats to wear while we played, since playing in a suit and tie didn't really excite me much. He gave me his old undergrad Purdue sweats, which, unknown to me, had a fairly largish hole in the left leg. Whilst putting on the sweats, I rather predictably stuck my foot in that hole, turning it into a monstrous rent that had me almost entirely flapping in the breeze all night.