Have you ever gotten into a fight on game night?
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We have this great audio tape floating around our original gaming group. One of the guys who was kind of clueless was running the rest of us through a homebrewed dungeon-crypt. We had suspicions who the boss at the end would be. Sure enough, it was this DM's favorite personal creation, a lich named 'Varnay Carnae'. (Yes, you know you want liches with rhyming names in your campaign, don't you?)
So, our characters, in true munchkin style, began wailing on this lich, using every magic item in the book to deal out mega damage, while trying to avoid his deadly spells. The rounds went on, and damage was dealt, but still Varnay Carnae remained standing. Hell, he didn't even look like he was that damaged.
One of the players started getting hot. He and the DM really didn't get along too well. So you can hear it on the audio tape.
Player: "...double damage for the 20, I do him 36 points of damage."
DM: "OK, he takes it, and launches another fireball."
Player: "Danny, I've kept track. We've done over 300 points to this guy, and he's still standing. That's BS."
DM: "Yes. He doesn't look like he's that hurt."
Player: " You sunuva..."
The rest of us: "Oh crap..."
You can hear things falling and shifting around as our friend launched himself at the GM. It was sad and oh-so-funny. And Varnay Carnae still got away...
So, our characters, in true munchkin style, began wailing on this lich, using every magic item in the book to deal out mega damage, while trying to avoid his deadly spells. The rounds went on, and damage was dealt, but still Varnay Carnae remained standing. Hell, he didn't even look like he was that damaged.
One of the players started getting hot. He and the DM really didn't get along too well. So you can hear it on the audio tape.
Player: "...double damage for the 20, I do him 36 points of damage."
DM: "OK, he takes it, and launches another fireball."
Player: "Danny, I've kept track. We've done over 300 points to this guy, and he's still standing. That's BS."
DM: "Yes. He doesn't look like he's that hurt."
Player: " You sunuva..."
The rest of us: "Oh crap..."
You can hear things falling and shifting around as our friend launched himself at the GM. It was sad and oh-so-funny. And Varnay Carnae still got away...
This happened in the late '80's sometime. My gaming group was in the middle of an all nighter, and a friend of mine had just relieved me as DM when a knock at the door announced the arrival of very lovely young lady that the new DM knew. Needless to say I had to return to being DM while he went to talk to her. After about five minutes we hear her crying, real soul-sobbing stuff. I don't know her but it's easy to tell she's having problems of the heart.
A few minutes later we hear shouting and screaming outside, followed by the crash of breaking glass. The girl's present boyfriend has shown up, seen her car, and suspects her being there to cheat on him after a fight they just had. (She wasn't, she just didn't have anywhere else to go and the apartment we were in was the 'community' place to go). When my friend saw him screaming on the lawn, he locked the door, so the guy grabs a tire-iron and starts breaking windows.
We were nice about it. My friend and his roommate yelled out the window, asking the guy to calm down but the idiot kept up his screaming, demanding that his girlfriend come out so he could 'teach her a lesson'. He had beat her once before. He then said he was going to beat up 'everyone in the apartment' and broke another window.
We quit being nice then. Seven of us went outside, all former football players, all but one linemen, and the one not-lineman was an all-state linebacker and a three year starter in college, not a one of us smaller than the idiot on the lawn and guess what? He still kept running his mouth and came after us with the tire iron! We beat the s*** out of that guy, and when the police arrived, they took over and beat him some more. He just couldn't learn anything. When the police picked him up, he kicked one of them in the nether regions, so they beat him some more. (I gotta get me one of those flashlights!).
Upshot of the story? The police asked us why we didn't take the guy around back to beat him, so that no one would have seen us and called them until the idiot was unconscious.
The girlfriend went back to the idiot after he got out of jail! We went back to our game, shaking our heads at the idiots of the world.
A few minutes later we hear shouting and screaming outside, followed by the crash of breaking glass. The girl's present boyfriend has shown up, seen her car, and suspects her being there to cheat on him after a fight they just had. (She wasn't, she just didn't have anywhere else to go and the apartment we were in was the 'community' place to go). When my friend saw him screaming on the lawn, he locked the door, so the guy grabs a tire-iron and starts breaking windows.
We were nice about it. My friend and his roommate yelled out the window, asking the guy to calm down but the idiot kept up his screaming, demanding that his girlfriend come out so he could 'teach her a lesson'. He had beat her once before. He then said he was going to beat up 'everyone in the apartment' and broke another window.
We quit being nice then. Seven of us went outside, all former football players, all but one linemen, and the one not-lineman was an all-state linebacker and a three year starter in college, not a one of us smaller than the idiot on the lawn and guess what? He still kept running his mouth and came after us with the tire iron! We beat the s*** out of that guy, and when the police arrived, they took over and beat him some more. He just couldn't learn anything. When the police picked him up, he kicked one of them in the nether regions, so they beat him some more. (I gotta get me one of those flashlights!).
Upshot of the story? The police asked us why we didn't take the guy around back to beat him, so that no one would have seen us and called them until the idiot was unconscious.
The girlfriend went back to the idiot after he got out of jail! We went back to our game, shaking our heads at the idiots of the world.
Finnanthalas
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Summer of 1996. Huntsville, Texas. Sam Houston State University campus. We were playing in this Vampire LARP, and one of the GM's had broken up with his then girlfriend (a rather stumpy and swarthy girl that went by the name of Mike)....AGAIN, earlier in that day.
Somehow, she got it into her head that he was cheating on her with my then girlfriend. Apparently from the moment he left her, she began to drink on a nearly heroic level.
The first reports of her at the game that evening were a few friends that, laughing, told me, 'Dude, Mike is over near the museum building.......taking a leak in the bushes!"
Word quickly spreads and laughter along with it. Then it happened.
She emerges from the shrubbery about 5 minutes after the sighting, still pulling up what appear to be slightly "soiled" garments. She then accuses him of cheating, pointing fingers at my Gf, and calling everyone peeping toms/liars/cheaters.
As this drunken rant continues, she throws down 8 dollars on the ground at her former BF's feet. "Here's some money for you and your whores." (We still say this quote today)
She then starts attacking random women, mistaking 6 foot tall lanky and some that are, erm, husky. She never finds my GF who is petite and standing behind me. This was the moment she started BITING the lanky girl.
Her Ex then tries to break up the fight, at which time campus police showed up. They handcuffed both of them, put her to the ground, where she screamed another quotable, "I don't want to be sodomized again!" (needless to say by this point, even the cops were laughing.)
Everyone gave their statements, and that session was quickly called off, since the police also taken the Ex BF, since when the cops arrived on the scene, he was struggling with her, trying to keep her hands and teeth from hurting anyone. She claimed assault, and they had to take him in, despite it's ludicrosity.
Fortunately, the restraining order kept such incidents from happening again.
I wish i had a video camera for that one.
Somehow, she got it into her head that he was cheating on her with my then girlfriend. Apparently from the moment he left her, she began to drink on a nearly heroic level.
The first reports of her at the game that evening were a few friends that, laughing, told me, 'Dude, Mike is over near the museum building.......taking a leak in the bushes!"
Word quickly spreads and laughter along with it. Then it happened.
She emerges from the shrubbery about 5 minutes after the sighting, still pulling up what appear to be slightly "soiled" garments. She then accuses him of cheating, pointing fingers at my Gf, and calling everyone peeping toms/liars/cheaters.
As this drunken rant continues, she throws down 8 dollars on the ground at her former BF's feet. "Here's some money for you and your whores." (We still say this quote today)
She then starts attacking random women, mistaking 6 foot tall lanky and some that are, erm, husky. She never finds my GF who is petite and standing behind me. This was the moment she started BITING the lanky girl.
Her Ex then tries to break up the fight, at which time campus police showed up. They handcuffed both of them, put her to the ground, where she screamed another quotable, "I don't want to be sodomized again!" (needless to say by this point, even the cops were laughing.)
Everyone gave their statements, and that session was quickly called off, since the police also taken the Ex BF, since when the cops arrived on the scene, he was struggling with her, trying to keep her hands and teeth from hurting anyone. She claimed assault, and they had to take him in, despite it's ludicrosity.
Fortunately, the restraining order kept such incidents from happening again.
I wish i had a video camera for that one.
DaemonBolo
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Good Lord!
I find it amazing to see some of the mess that has happened to groups. I never associated violence with gaming. My story is somewhat more sedate. This happened in game and in character. I have never had to worry about physical violence in a game.
This happened in my first gaming group when I was 16. Our party was happily returning from vaniquishing a elder white dragon. I had died and been resurrected, but my Bard was quite unhappy with our CN halfling thief. (He had thought it funny to punch and shatter my character after being frozen by icy breath. It took them forever to find enough of me for a ressurect!)
In any event, I had decided to get my revenge of the halfing, who was named Evenstar D. Stroyer, Dragonslayer (he kept adding to his name after difficult encounters). The GM had other ideas. We were attacked at night by a group of Drow and a hundred orcs! While we were 12th level, we were not certain how many of us would survive.
It was 2E, so my bard could fly and chose to do so so neatly positioning himself above the drow priestess and sending happy lightining bolts through her head and bouncing them off the group for a return trip. Unfortunately, our cleric decided to call lightning. It hit me and just about everyone else in our party.
Luckily, the mage had fireballs handy and my killing of the head drow forced them to retreat while, but we only had a few hit points left due to our plucky, little cleric. Now, not one of us were good aligned......and the cleric had killed the wizards familiar.
As the cleric started to run for the hills, our wizard calmly waiting for him to get far anough away to feel safe, then fireballed him. The Orcs, seeing an opportunity for a meal, took the corpse along for food.....
We then took his character sheet to the grill and barbacued it.
What can I say...we were 16!
The full strength halfing them showed up (he'd been hiding in a tree) and backstabbed the bard. Apparently, he was not a music lover. I'd tell you what I did to him, but that is another story. I was raised, again.
I find it amazing to see some of the mess that has happened to groups. I never associated violence with gaming. My story is somewhat more sedate. This happened in game and in character. I have never had to worry about physical violence in a game.
This happened in my first gaming group when I was 16. Our party was happily returning from vaniquishing a elder white dragon. I had died and been resurrected, but my Bard was quite unhappy with our CN halfling thief. (He had thought it funny to punch and shatter my character after being frozen by icy breath. It took them forever to find enough of me for a ressurect!)
In any event, I had decided to get my revenge of the halfing, who was named Evenstar D. Stroyer, Dragonslayer (he kept adding to his name after difficult encounters). The GM had other ideas. We were attacked at night by a group of Drow and a hundred orcs! While we were 12th level, we were not certain how many of us would survive.
It was 2E, so my bard could fly and chose to do so so neatly positioning himself above the drow priestess and sending happy lightining bolts through her head and bouncing them off the group for a return trip. Unfortunately, our cleric decided to call lightning. It hit me and just about everyone else in our party.
Luckily, the mage had fireballs handy and my killing of the head drow forced them to retreat while, but we only had a few hit points left due to our plucky, little cleric. Now, not one of us were good aligned......and the cleric had killed the wizards familiar.
As the cleric started to run for the hills, our wizard calmly waiting for him to get far anough away to feel safe, then fireballed him. The Orcs, seeing an opportunity for a meal, took the corpse along for food.....
We then took his character sheet to the grill and barbacued it.
What can I say...we were 16!
The full strength halfing them showed up (he'd been hiding in a tree) and backstabbed the bard. Apparently, he was not a music lover. I'd tell you what I did to him, but that is another story. I was raised, again.
King_Stannis
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Finnanthalas said:
That is some seriously funny stuff!
King_Stannis
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Sir Trent said:
One of the painful lessons of life - despite all of the crying on your shoulder, 9 times out of 10, women go back to jerks like that. I've given up having sympathy for those women, having been burned too many times as the "nice guy" that they could talk to.
That was a good story, though. What was that idiot thinking challenging a bunch of linemen? I hope you guys knocked a few teeth loose at least!
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