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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sagiro" data-source="post: 425971" data-attributes="member: 726">One time when we had just made the switch from 2E to 3E, Piratecat and I got into a heated debate over whether certain spells should go from being 1 round/level to 1 minute/level, since rounds changed from a minute to 6 seconds.   We argued for a while, and one thing led to another...  I ended up pulling a trophy dagger off the wall (that he had won for some RPGA judging thing) and sunk it about three inches into his thigh.  I felt really bad about it right afterward... 'cause Piratecat is a martial artist.  The next thing I knew he had me in some kind of weird armlock, and there was a gross popping noise as he dislocated my left shoulder.  The other players scrambled for the exits at that point.At least I was right handed.  I scrabbled around for a pencil and managed to jam it into his eyebrow, which made him release his arm lock.  While he was wiping the blood out of his eye I tried to kick him in the groin, but he's a wily bugger.  He dodged out of the way and used another sneaky martial-arts trick to get me in a headlock with one arm, and then started shoving d4s into my mouth.  Good thing for me I hadn't let go of the pencil.  I stabbed him in the buttocks and he quit it with the plastic caltrops.  I rolled away, and we squared off across the gaming table, grinning maniacally at each other."Give up," I said.  "It's a minute per level.""Not in this lifetime," he said.I thought I had the advantage at that point, since I'm faster than Piratecat.  But then he lunged over the table at me.  I did manage to stick the pencil into the webbing by his left thumb, but he disarmed me and started beating me silly with an AD&D DM's Guide that been shaken loose from his shelf.  Before I blacked out I had kicked him pretty good in the ankles and knees a few times, but eventually I couldn't take the pain of a shattered elbow along with my dislocated shoulder.  The nice thing was, his wife KidCthulhu drove us both to Mt. Auburn Hospital that night.   Piratecat had an eyepatch for a while -- turns out I had got him lower than I thought with the pencil -- and needed some stitches for his leg.  I couldn't play basketball for three months, plus they had to cut me open to get one of the d4's out of my stomach (which I had inadvertantly swallowed) before I passed it. (Ouch!)  But we both healed up just fine by Christmas.We still have a good laugh about that one, from time to time.-Sagiro</blockquote>

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