Did you ever feel like you actually had some sort of strange influence on how the dice roll?
Generally speaking, I'm too much of a sceptic to credit anything like it, but at the same time, lucky rolls happen to me with amazing regularity just when I need them most... and even more often, they seem to be fueled by my anger. (embracing the Dark Side, I guess?
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Take last night as an example - we're playing a wrap-up session, one of the very last of the campaign, and our party gets royally screwed. We get nailed by a Forcecage trap with Acid Fog inside it - and it's actually safer in there than out, since outside, there's a Minotaur Barbarian with 4 attacks that do 20-30 points of damage per hit. My character - a 13th level Barbarian/Fighter - gets out using a potion of Gaseous Form, and, being the only one with even a fighting chance, fatalistically goes toe-to-toe with the Minotaur, since he's not about to run and let everyone else get slaughtered.
Now, we'd actually beaten the BBEGs of the campaign the previous session, and I'm really unhappy about being about to die in an encounter we figured was an afterthought (and we didn't bring the whole party to - doh...) when the DM, seeing me scowl (what can I say, I get attached to my characters) jokingly says something about how I shouldn't worry, since my character hits just as hard as the Minotaur.
This sets me off on a mini-rant about how, in fact, the Minotaur does far more damage per hit, has more attacks, and a better chance to hit, life is so damn unfair - here, let me show you...
I then furiously roll the dice, hit with all three attacks, get confirmed criticals (with a Dwarven Waraxe wielded two-handed) on two of them, and hit the bad guy for a total of 150 points of damage. The whole table erupts with laughter, as I sit there, torn between feeling sheepish and really pleased with myself.
Generally speaking, I'm too much of a sceptic to credit anything like it, but at the same time, lucky rolls happen to me with amazing regularity just when I need them most... and even more often, they seem to be fueled by my anger. (embracing the Dark Side, I guess?

Take last night as an example - we're playing a wrap-up session, one of the very last of the campaign, and our party gets royally screwed. We get nailed by a Forcecage trap with Acid Fog inside it - and it's actually safer in there than out, since outside, there's a Minotaur Barbarian with 4 attacks that do 20-30 points of damage per hit. My character - a 13th level Barbarian/Fighter - gets out using a potion of Gaseous Form, and, being the only one with even a fighting chance, fatalistically goes toe-to-toe with the Minotaur, since he's not about to run and let everyone else get slaughtered.
Now, we'd actually beaten the BBEGs of the campaign the previous session, and I'm really unhappy about being about to die in an encounter we figured was an afterthought (and we didn't bring the whole party to - doh...) when the DM, seeing me scowl (what can I say, I get attached to my characters) jokingly says something about how I shouldn't worry, since my character hits just as hard as the Minotaur.
This sets me off on a mini-rant about how, in fact, the Minotaur does far more damage per hit, has more attacks, and a better chance to hit, life is so damn unfair - here, let me show you...
I then furiously roll the dice, hit with all three attacks, get confirmed criticals (with a Dwarven Waraxe wielded two-handed) on two of them, and hit the bad guy for a total of 150 points of damage. The whole table erupts with laughter, as I sit there, torn between feeling sheepish and really pleased with myself.

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