Gross, Horrible Story

Heh, I love misspent Wishes... back in one of my first times running AD&D (back in '80 or so I think) the thief separated from the party, looking for treasure.He eventually found the treasury, and ducked inside, when to his horror the door shut and disappeared behind him. After trying to find a way out he took out his ring of 3 Wishes and said 'Make me a door!' Paff! He was a door.

Sometime later the rest of the party found their way to the treasury, and being paranoid types spiked the door open so they could see down the hallway. There in the middle of the room was a door, lying in the middle of the treasure. So the wizard cast Detect Magic, and sure enough the door and several other items started glowing.

Convinced that they had found a powerful, one of a kind magic item they took the door with them out of the dungeon. They never did find out what it was, or why the player who used to have a thief kept laughing. As far as I know they carry it with them yet.

Or the person who, having found a mysterious bottle first shook it, then after taking the stopper out rattled a stick around in side of it, then when mist began pouring out of it took a big snort, only after snuffing him up and exhaling to discover a rather irate genie who, grasping his hair in frustration yelled what to you want?!!!'

To which she replied 'A little respect if you please!'

Upon which the the genie said 'As you wish dear lady' and vanished.

The Auld Grump
 

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Amal Shukup said:
Really, I ought to just let this go but...

As he wished for all of it 'back', shouldn't it have all gone back where it was when he still, er, 'owned' it?

Funny - that's exactly what I thought of while I read the story. Great minds think alike.

Not dying horribly under a torrential downpour so much as dying horribly in an immense excremental explosion... Approximately 1 Million Kilograms (2,414,475 Million Pounds) of, er, 'matter' compressed into a wee little elf. Briefly...

I guess it's moot, although I'm not sure the rest of the party'd be able to run fast enough to escape the area of effect though. I was starting to calculate the size of the area covered (treating it as a topsoil problem)...

*carefully steps away from Amal* On the other hand...
 



Amal Shukup said:
Really, I ought to just let this go but...

As he wished for all of it 'back', shouldn't it have all gone back where it was when he still, er, 'owned' it?

Not dying horribly under a torrential downpour so much as dying horribly in an immense excremental explosion... Approximately 1 Million Kilograms (2,414,475 Million Pounds) of, er, 'matter' compressed into a wee little elf. Briefly...

I guess it's moot, although I'm not sure the rest of the party'd be able to run fast enough to escape the area of effect though. I was starting to calculate the size of the area covered (treating it as a topsoil problem), but realized what I was doing and thankfully stopped myself...


A'Mal

Part of me wants to know where you find the statistics that you base your numbers on.

Part of me wants to retain its sanity.

After the divorce is settled, I'll give you a ring.
 

That's just wrong. In fact, this whole thread is wrong. Now I have to point it out to my whole gaming group so that they can see how wrong it is. Except for the DM, of course. He doesn't need to see this.
 




Sunday night, I told my fellow players this story (the original post), and they couldn't stop laughing.

I took us everything to get back to the game.

Well done Grumpy Celt !
 

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