Have you ever laughed so hard while gaming you cried?
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Kae'Yoss
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Sir ThornCrest said:
You better bet the house on that! I have been in teers in RPG. More than once.
There's one guy, he's an awesome player if he is able to play evil psychopaths.
So he (a cleric of Set) and a companion took over an old, abandoned house. He climbs up to the loft to look out of a rooftop window. There were none, the rooftop wasn't really used as a room, so there were only slates. So he made himself a window by pushing some slates away (which promptly fell from the roof, nearly hitting the guy who was about to knock on the door. My character...), anyway, he looks out the new "window", and there's nothing to be seen, so he goes down.
But before he did he called down to his companion "there's holes in the roof".
In another game (d20 Modern) he did several things where we couldn't help but laugh till our sides hurt.
There was the thing where he trampled the childs sandcastle, at the same time greeting the parents in a friendly tone.
Him bullying a child in a Burger King, and as the father wanted to step in, he handed him a 1000 dollar bill and told him to beat it (he was quite rich) - and continued to harass the poor child (like eating his fries, throwing pickles at him and stuff like that)
Or that time where we hid in a hut in the forest for a couple of days (actually one of those open things with a fireplace in the middle, to grill stuff on). Then we were asked to leave by some guy, as there would be a party there in the weekend, he had a plan "hey, we should rig that fireplace so it explodes when they try to make a fire. Just for fun!"
And finally, his best scene
It's in the city, and he hits a cyclist with his car (it was the toady's fault as he crossed the street without looking, and was quite fast) and there was the following conversation
DM "You had to stop at a cross roads, and as soon as you drive on, you hit a cyclist who crossed the street too fast"
Player "Oh
. Any witnesses?"DM "To confirm your story to the police? Sure, we're in the city"
Player "Damn. I hoped noone saw that."
DM "Why??"
Player "That way, I could just have put the guy in the trunk and sunk the car in the bay."
I also have a couple of other stories, but I'll keep them for the "have you ever caused another player to choke on his coffee because of what you were saying"
Kae'Yoss
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Rel said:
We had a similar slip. There was that thing with the cleric of Set (that snake/reptile god) and the sorcerer/druid with his snake familiar. The set priest just said to the sorcerer: "I stroke your snake and look you in the eyes while doing so."
And later, after we all saw that the guy was extracting poison from his snake (and he let the beast bite him, too, because of his belief that those who couldn't survive that weren't meant to survive), someone said: "That's disgusting. Go milk your snake all you want, but don't do it while we are watching you."
Milkman Dan
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Our party was supposed to go back to an abandoned castle on a mountainside, and get rid of the (advanced) purple worm that was digging holes through said mountain, threatening the castle's foundations. We expected an epic fight.
I should point out at this time that one of our members was a beastman, a homebrewed race that has some similarities with half-ogres in terms of stats and size.
We entered the castle, stopped at a set of spiral stairs, at the bottom of which was a breach into a series of tunnels burrowed by the purple worm. Our halfling monk scouted ahead, and came back to report the worm's nearby presence. We didn't even have time to finish our preparation, the purple worm exploded into our midst, attacking from beneath.
We managed to drive it off, then started climbing down the stairs. At which point the purple worm attacked again... and caused the stairs to collapse.
With the beastman at the end of the marching order.
He failed his Balance check, and started rolling down the stairs. Two of us (human characters, including my cleric PC) failed their Reflex saves, and were knocked over, then started rolling down the stairs as well.
Then, we arrived at a spot in the stairs which was totally collapsed, and fell down many, many feet.
We were squashed beneath the beastman, and were damaged for 35 to 40 hit points.... more damage than either of us had received from the purple worm.
When the purple worm disappeared, we speculated that he had been scared off by the terrifying falling beastman.
I should point out at this time that one of our members was a beastman, a homebrewed race that has some similarities with half-ogres in terms of stats and size.
We entered the castle, stopped at a set of spiral stairs, at the bottom of which was a breach into a series of tunnels burrowed by the purple worm. Our halfling monk scouted ahead, and came back to report the worm's nearby presence. We didn't even have time to finish our preparation, the purple worm exploded into our midst, attacking from beneath.
We managed to drive it off, then started climbing down the stairs. At which point the purple worm attacked again... and caused the stairs to collapse.
With the beastman at the end of the marching order.
He failed his Balance check, and started rolling down the stairs. Two of us (human characters, including my cleric PC) failed their Reflex saves, and were knocked over, then started rolling down the stairs as well.
Then, we arrived at a spot in the stairs which was totally collapsed, and fell down many, many feet.
We were squashed beneath the beastman, and were damaged for 35 to 40 hit points.... more damage than either of us had received from the purple worm.
When the purple worm disappeared, we speculated that he had been scared off by the terrifying falling beastman.
trowizilla
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This is cheesy, but here goes:
I had a player whose cleric constantly, without fail, spent his time trying (badly) to shoot the local wildlife. Being nearly killed by shape-shifting fae didn't help. Being nearly killed by the other party members didn't help. So, I figured I'd drive the point home with a blunt instrument.
So, the party is accompanying this caravan through the plains where semi-nomadic halflings live. After a short while, Cleric Boy decides to take aim at the local wildlife: some skinny rabbits on the side of the hill. He manages to hit one, but barely, and I rule that the animal takes a wound in the paw but manages to get down its hole before he can get off another shot. The caravan continues on.
So, the party takes a detour to visit the rogue's family. The rogue's niece gets kidnapped by a crazy druid (the halflings are generally led by and honor druids, so there's a fair number of them wandering about in the plains). Adventures ensue. When the party returns victorious, the niece needs the powers of a druid to return her to normalcy. Up goes the flag signalling the need for a druid. After a day or so, a wizened, fragile-looking old man limps into town with a makeshift crutch. He heals the girl, then approaches the party and says...
"I'm looking for the man who shot my paw."
The players all just stared, and then nearly died. I'd been setting that the whole session...man, was I pleased with myself. The druid then turned the cleric into a rabbit for the next three days to teach him a lesson, and the dwarf fighter threatened to eat him for dinner.
I had a player whose cleric constantly, without fail, spent his time trying (badly) to shoot the local wildlife. Being nearly killed by shape-shifting fae didn't help. Being nearly killed by the other party members didn't help. So, I figured I'd drive the point home with a blunt instrument.
So, the party is accompanying this caravan through the plains where semi-nomadic halflings live. After a short while, Cleric Boy decides to take aim at the local wildlife: some skinny rabbits on the side of the hill. He manages to hit one, but barely, and I rule that the animal takes a wound in the paw but manages to get down its hole before he can get off another shot. The caravan continues on.
So, the party takes a detour to visit the rogue's family. The rogue's niece gets kidnapped by a crazy druid (the halflings are generally led by and honor druids, so there's a fair number of them wandering about in the plains). Adventures ensue. When the party returns victorious, the niece needs the powers of a druid to return her to normalcy. Up goes the flag signalling the need for a druid. After a day or so, a wizened, fragile-looking old man limps into town with a makeshift crutch. He heals the girl, then approaches the party and says...
"I'm looking for the man who shot my paw."
The players all just stared, and then nearly died. I'd been setting that the whole session...man, was I pleased with myself. The druid then turned the cleric into a rabbit for the next three days to teach him a lesson, and the dwarf fighter threatened to eat him for dinner.
When I was 15 or so, we'd play once a month with anywhere from 6 to at one point 10 players, rotating between different parents houses each session. My parents, excited that I seemed to be talking to actual people instead of locked away up in my room with my comic books, laid out a lavish spread of pizzas, soda, chips, cookies, practically the entire junk food aisle of our local supermarket. So, at one point, most likely past midnight when we were all wired up on sugar, either myself or another player (that detail lost to the mists of time) colored in the vanilla cookie front side of an E.L. Fudge cookie with a pencil, held it aloft for all to see, and exclaimed "Oh, no! Keebler Dark Elves!". The DM fell out of his chair laughing, slind underneath the table and lay there convulsing in laughter for the next 5 or 10 minutes. Ah, good times...
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