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<blockquote data-quote="Zourin" data-source="post: 5943543" data-attributes="member: 6695312">The party was railroaded into him and his 'apprentice', and they both whipped around keen rapiers +2, leather +2, and belts of dex +4 and had the 5' entryway flanked at the top of a switchback staircase where nobody could get LOS up except if you were on the stairway. On top of that, he was 'adjudicating' that sneak attack damage was multiplied on critical hits, an error I was too tired and frustrated to notice because by then I'd discovered the stacked spell resistances and called BS.The guy with heavy armor and a munchkin sword refused to nut-up and held actions with the rest of us until the DM had to break the standoff by having the NPC's make stupid mistakes so we win rather than have them pull the lever that would collapse the ceiling on us all. This particular lever he was unmistakably determined to make us aware that that's what that lever did in the back of the room. This is where we get to the &quot;DM's Wife&quot; domain and where he hinged the entire encounter on the young Mrs. (ostensibly) rolling 'anything but a 1' on the sneak check.&nbsp; She rolled a 1, to which his 'catastrophic failures for any natural 1' house rule kicked in and things went to hell in front of him.We didn't get out of that fight until 4am in the morning RL and by then everyone was too tired to know what they were angry about, except his wife who mysteriously identified and grabbed nearly all the magic loot first and the munchkin got another high-octane weapon to go with his other one second.&nbsp; After some jockeying and serious BS-calling, a little of the loot went to me (the ballsy EK who stepped up to the challenge), the wizard, and the cleric who was busy duct taping my parts back together.Were it anyone else, I'd leave nothing but the smell of burnt rubber in that house, but I don't get to play if I'm not DM'ing.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Zourin, post: 5943543, member: 6695312"] The party was railroaded into him and his 'apprentice', and they both whipped around keen rapiers +2, leather +2, and belts of dex +4 and had the 5' entryway flanked at the top of a switchback staircase where nobody could get LOS up except if you were on the stairway. On top of that, he was 'adjudicating' that sneak attack damage was multiplied on critical hits, an error I was too tired and frustrated to notice because by then I'd discovered the stacked spell resistances and called BS. The guy with heavy armor and a munchkin sword refused to nut-up and held actions with the rest of us until the DM had to break the standoff by having the NPC's make stupid mistakes so we win rather than have them pull the lever that would collapse the ceiling on us all. This particular lever he was unmistakably determined to make us aware that that's what that lever did in the back of the room. This is where we get to the "DM's Wife" domain and where he hinged the entire encounter on the young Mrs. (ostensibly) rolling 'anything but a 1' on the sneak check. She rolled a 1, to which his 'catastrophic failures for any natural 1' house rule kicked in and things went to hell in front of him. We didn't get out of that fight until 4am in the morning RL and by then everyone was too tired to know what they were angry about, except his wife who mysteriously identified and grabbed nearly all the magic loot first and the munchkin got another high-octane weapon to go with his other one second. After some jockeying and serious BS-calling, a little of the loot went to me (the ballsy EK who stepped up to the challenge), the wizard, and the cleric who was busy duct taping my parts back together. Were it anyone else, I'd leave nothing but the smell of burnt rubber in that house, but I don't get to play if I'm not DM'ing. [/QUOTE]

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