We haven't had one of these in a while.
I was 12, playing an 8th level cleric of the sun god in BECMI D&D. My oldest brother was DMing and me, my middle brother and a couple of friends were playing. We were traveling across the open plains on our way to the next adventure when a random encounter was rolled: a gorgon. It was munchy quietly on the grass among a herd of mundane cows (a playa, no dount) and other than glancing threateningly at us, it ignored us. That is, it ignored us until my middle brother -- rest his soul -- fired an arrow at it. "Just because". It charged and we took off as fast as our mounts could carry us. Being young and naive and Lawful, I turned to face the beast. Of course, it breathed and I was petrified. Literally.
If only the humiliation had stopped there.
My companions did not leave me to stand forever in the open field. nay, they carried my immensely heavy stone form with them -- hoping to find a buyer for such an exquisite sculpture. I should have been pleased that no buyer could be found -- note: I did not have a new character, as I wasn't officially "dead" -- but once they boarded a boat to explore the isle of dread, they decided to drop me unceremoniously over the prow into the deep in the middle of the ocean.
On the upside, my next character was a Chaotic thief that caused them no end of grief.
I was 12, playing an 8th level cleric of the sun god in BECMI D&D. My oldest brother was DMing and me, my middle brother and a couple of friends were playing. We were traveling across the open plains on our way to the next adventure when a random encounter was rolled: a gorgon. It was munchy quietly on the grass among a herd of mundane cows (a playa, no dount) and other than glancing threateningly at us, it ignored us. That is, it ignored us until my middle brother -- rest his soul -- fired an arrow at it. "Just because". It charged and we took off as fast as our mounts could carry us. Being young and naive and Lawful, I turned to face the beast. Of course, it breathed and I was petrified. Literally.
If only the humiliation had stopped there.
My companions did not leave me to stand forever in the open field. nay, they carried my immensely heavy stone form with them -- hoping to find a buyer for such an exquisite sculpture. I should have been pleased that no buyer could be found -- note: I did not have a new character, as I wasn't officially "dead" -- but once they boarded a boat to explore the isle of dread, they decided to drop me unceremoniously over the prow into the deep in the middle of the ocean.
On the upside, my next character was a Chaotic thief that caused them no end of grief.