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<blockquote data-quote="Drayan" data-source="post: 222259" data-attributes="member: 2336">My FIRST PC death was 2nd ed Mechwarrior.&nbsp; My buddies and I were pinned down in this very small room, which, oddly ebough, was out in the middle of a factory.&nbsp; They managed to blow out the front wall, so we all went scrambling for cover.&nbsp; It was at this point that the GM miscalculated my speed.&nbsp; I was running for cover behind a shipping container which was 50 ft away.&nbsp; The GM didn't think it was possible for a human to run, and I mean all out runnin for my life, 50 ft in 5 seconds (which in 3rd Ed D&amp;D is a light jog).&nbsp; Anyway, to make a long story short, I got 3/4 of my head blown off.&nbsp; Here's the real kicker, this happened not even 5 minutes into my first roleplaying game EVER.&nbsp; Not to mention my friends didn't stop giving me hell for it for nearly a year.&nbsp; Just thought i'd share. Then, there was this moronic fighter a guy i know was playing.&nbsp; The scene:&nbsp; this moronic fighter and the rest of the party are hitching a ride across the plains with a trade caravan.&nbsp; A rather large storm strikes, complete with high winds, driving rain, and lightning.&nbsp; This fighter is riding in a different wagon than the rest of the party, and decides to join them, so the fighter grabs his stuff, including his trusty halberd, and hops off the wagons.&nbsp; He's got his halberd thrown over his shoulder, and is just strolling back to the other wagon.&nbsp; ZAP!&nbsp; What's so funny is that he cussed me out for killing him, even after everyone warned him not to leave the wagon, and for playing nature like it was&nbsp; supposed to.&nbsp; go figure.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Drayan, post: 222259, member: 2336"] My FIRST PC death was 2nd ed Mechwarrior. My buddies and I were pinned down in this very small room, which, oddly ebough, was out in the middle of a factory. They managed to blow out the front wall, so we all went scrambling for cover. It was at this point that the GM miscalculated my speed. I was running for cover behind a shipping container which was 50 ft away. The GM didn't think it was possible for a human to run, and I mean all out runnin for my life, 50 ft in 5 seconds (which in 3rd Ed D&D is a light jog). Anyway, to make a long story short, I got 3/4 of my head blown off. Here's the real kicker, this happened not even 5 minutes into my first roleplaying game EVER. Not to mention my friends didn't stop giving me hell for it for nearly a year. Just thought i'd share. Then, there was this moronic fighter a guy i know was playing. The scene: this moronic fighter and the rest of the party are hitching a ride across the plains with a trade caravan. A rather large storm strikes, complete with high winds, driving rain, and lightning. This fighter is riding in a different wagon than the rest of the party, and decides to join them, so the fighter grabs his stuff, including his trusty halberd, and hops off the wagons. He's got his halberd thrown over his shoulder, and is just strolling back to the other wagon. ZAP! What's so funny is that he cussed me out for killing him, even after everyone warned him not to leave the wagon, and for playing nature like it was supposed to. go figure. [/QUOTE]

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