Most embarassing gaming moment?

[TheEvil]

All the talk lately of female gamers has reminded me of my most embarassing gaming moment. Figured I would toss it out for a laugh and see if anyone else had stories of embarassing but humorous happenings. The names have been omitted to protect the innocent and inattentive.

The setting: Weekly D&D game at my house.
Participants: Myself (single male) and a single female gamer (SFG).
Witnesses: Rest of the group.
Event: In the course of trying to break an NPC out of prison prior to their execution, the wizard/rogue played by the SFG was paralysed by a trap she failed to disarm. Things were starting to hit the fan as guards started coming to investigate, so I had my hobgoblin fighter/cleric pick her up and retreat with her over his shoulder. A round later, paralysed wizard/rogue still over his shoulder, I attacked a guard that was between us and safety. The GM expressed his doubts that my character would be able to do this. I argued that he should be able to without too much difficulty, and recruited the SFG to aid me in a demonstration, over the weak objections of the GM. I hoisted her over my left shoulder, held her there with my left hand on her backside, took a couple swings with an imaginary weapon to prove my point, and set her down. After this, the rest of the people were looking at me 'oddly' so I asked 'What?'. Well, the SFG was wearing a wrap-style skirt that completely covers the legs due to overlapping fabric, but is otherwise open most of the way up. It turns out, when I hoisted her, my hand passed through this overlap. While holding her, my hand and forarm where out of sight up her skirt. When all this was pointed out to me, I apparently turned a rather startling shade of red, not seen before or since. Fortunately, the SFG took it in good spirit, though it was some time before I lived that event down.

Anyone else care to share?

 

[Queen_Dopplepopolis]

Easy!

Surrounded by college guys that, my high school girliness I was determined to impress, I played one of my first "serious" sessions of D&D.

However, about 3/4 of the way through the night, I realized that I had spent so much time gawking at the DM, Kennon (the man that would become my husband) that I had been rolling a d12 for almost the entire night instead of a d20.

Of course, that realization was prompted by my VERY profound statement: "My goodness! Why can't I roll anything above a 12!?!?!"

*shakes her head* Ahhh, puppy love is a blinding force.

 

[Wraith Form]

Most embarrassing?

I farted. I'd been trying to hold it in for two hours. My eyes were watering with the effort to keep it in. I shifted in my chair wrong just as suddenly the conversation started to lull, and *brrvt*--out it came.

Now, if it were a group of dudes sitting around gaming, this would have been no big deal. In fact, for an all-guy game, it's mandatory that we fart in front of each other...proceeded by cheers and hi-fives. (It's in the DMG, I swear.) But this was a mixed group of male/female gamers, and it was obvious that it wasn't my chair "squeaking"...

I turned 13 shades of crimson. Everyone's eyes darted to me, but no-one said anything. Finally, the DM launched into something else and we all pretended it didn't happen.

 

[BlackMoria]

Well, the title is "the most embarassing gaming moment?", not the most embarassing RPG moment so this one is not off topic.

Our wargaming group had just setup War in Europe, an old SPI game that boasted 12 map sheets and some 2000+ counters. It took several weeks to just get the game setup with hundreds of counters being pre-postioned on designated hexes and production tables being setup. The map was so big that the game was set up on a two 8 x 4 pieces of plywood on sawhorses in my friend's basement.

During our third session of actual playing, I stepped upon my friend's sleeping cat, overbalanced due to stepping on same feline and reacting to it's loud yowl and stumbled into the game table, knocking both sheets of plywood to the floor with disasterous results as maps, counters, dice and drinks showered down in a kalideoscope of chaotic ruin. Weeks of work down the drain. And it took a nearly a full day to sort the 2000+ counters into the various storage classifications.

I am still tramatized by that.....

 

[diaglo]

my PC was seduced by another PC so i would keep quiet.

in game it played out well.

upon returning home. my nongamer wife asked me about the session. which i promptly highlighted for her.

her first question: "Did Randy know?"

the other player was Angelsboi and at the time his boyfriend was Randy.

i bust out laughing and had to tell the group on our website.

but afterwards... i didn't really know how Randy would react... as he read the site too.

i was slightly embarrassed at the humor i found in the situation.

 

[Vraille Darkfang]

Worse moment?

For me: I'm DM'ing for a large group. Including a friend & his 2 daughters (one 14, almost 15, & the other 12).

Well, the 14 year old (who usually only games when she has no other choice, I.E, did something wrong & has no choice but to go where her father says.) Usually this is no problem, as she sits and draws & rolls a d20 when we tell her too (sort of an NPC with an automatic dice roller).

Well that week. First, she had on waaaaay to much make-up. Second, she was wearing a low cut shirt & wearing those low-ride, hip hugger jeans. Third, she had "risen" from no breasts to full "B" cup in the course of a week (stuffed, obviously so). Third, when I moved around the table to position the miniatures that was attacking them, I made the mistake of looking down. See, she was hunched over, so she could work on her drawing and I got a "plumber's eye view" of her backside. I will simply say this. panties of that particular style should not be for sale to young ladies under 18, and strippers should get a bulk discount.

Now, I've known some 14 year olds that could pass as 17-18. She is not one of them. Everyone at the game was trying hard not to stare, especially all the 20 something guys in my group (remember what I said about her wearing a low-cut shirt & leaning over to draw?) At least THEIR view was blocked by 'stuffing'. My wife confirmed after the game, that, indeed 'stuffing' was all that was preventing my gamers from seeing something illegal. My wife actually found it kind of funny how the players on the opposite side of the table went to great lengths to examine the ceiling, floor, dice; anything but look directly opposite them unto the do don’t unwrap for 4 more years package that was sitting across from them.

As a DM, most embarking movement. (Now, nearly a year later, she no longer needs to stuff her bra quite so much & is transitioning from young girl into the Brittney-Christina could I get some ID phase). If she were to do this again, we now have a 13 year old boy in my game & I think his head might explode, or at least his eyes pop out.

 

[shilsen]

Most embarrassing?

I farted.

...

Everyone's eyes darted to me, but no-one said anything. Finally, the DM launched into something else and we all pretended it didn't happen.

Nobody said anything? What sort of nogoodnik group is this? People should have been flinging back their chairs crying "stinking cloud" and "cloudkill" !!

 

[The_Universe]

Jeez - I have a ton of these.

One of my favorites...

I was DMing, and one of my players is talking about shadow evocation in enthusiastic tones. As she does, her hand gestures (similarly enthusiastic) are centered around her chest. Think "HUGE....tracks of lands" - that kind of hand gesture. One of the other players disagrees with her, and then there is a sudden lull in conversation and she yells (still inadvertently indicating her chest) "But they're only 20% real!"

Everyone started laughing, and she looked at us blankly for a moment. And then she started blushing, and tried to hide behind a pillow.

 

[Vraille Darkfang]

And,

To share some one else's most embarrasing moment:

Above, I stated how we have a 12 year old girl & a 13 year old boy in our game. They'rea actully the same age & go to class together. She's been in our group well over a year. He just found out about D&D & just started playing (this is his first group). She knows what she's doing, he doesn't.

She is playing a nymph druid (toned down from MM), and no she is not playing Barbie as a D&D character; she forced the party to not kill dire rats, just cause that's what a druid should do (had the ugly little things following her around). She just likes to play 'pretty' characters. We also made sure she was clothed. Sure, you can seperate D&D from real life, but the 12 year old playing the Playboy Centerfold Cha 22 nymph is pushing it.

As for the boy. He's playing a cursed elven ranger. I say cursed because he can't roll dice. It was the 3rd session before he got over a 10 on a d20.

Anyway, his moment of terror.

He's at single digit Hit Points, Nymph has been held. He knows she has healing potions on her. He states:"I need those Potions, where are they".

Me: You don't know, the Nymph has them somewhere on her person, but your not sure where (Nymph has a backback, belts, Starps, Healer's kit, lost of places to hide a potion).

Him: (Trying to remember the D&D rules). What about Search? Can I Search the Nymph? Can I take 20 on that?

Me (before my brain began to think): Sure, you can do that.

Him: 21, Do I find the potion & whatever else she is hiding in there? (refering to backpack).

Me & Nymph at more or less the same time: Her: "Why are you gropping me?" Me: "You finish Gropping the Nymph."

Him: Bright red. Really, really, bright red. Never considered about the whole classmates, childhood crushes thing. Really, Really Red. Redder than any red has ever been before.

Luckily, the gnolls attacking the party then scored a critical hit & life went on....But really, really red.

Surprised he ever came back.

 

[Kae'Yoss]

Keep it coming.

There was that slip of the tongue I already wrote about in another topic: I wanted to say "I shoot on the other guy" and shoot didn't come out quite right. Until then, I thought this would only happen in jokes.


Then, there was this one game session that went on throughout the night and in the morning, and was accompanied by no small amounts of alcohol, including absinthe. (Since it was an all-evil, do-what-you-want campaign without storyline, just for fun, that wasn't as bad). One of the others pointed at my shoulder and asked me "What do you have there?" I looked at my shoulder and just saw this thing (it reminded me of one of these exotic fishes) and I just pulled at my t-shirt, ripping it (did I mention I was quite drunk?). Turned out it was a feather from my jacket.


And this one did not happen to me, well it did, but I didn't do anything. Names are left out to protect Antimon. Anyway, I have this folder where I have all my character sheets, plank character sheets, some printouts, plank sheets of paper, and the like. And our hyper-agile (not) DM managed to drown that thing with cola. Barely a sheet that wasn't soaked. Some of them were written only a couple of days ago (the old sheets were illegible).