Two real goodies.
RuneQuest:
This guy had spent the best part of two years getting his Humakti initiate to RuneLord. He was a walking tank capable of dealing death at a phenomenal rate and perfectly happy to take the mantle of a Death Lord. I wasn't allowing training over 75% so it had been hard work.
The characters were chasing tuskriders back to their lair after a raid and fell into a trap, rapidly discovering they were surrounded. Our hero decides to lead the charge on his bison, all spells maxed. Even with a sword he went before almost all the other players, and, as he lashed out at the enemy warband leader, rolled 100. "Fumble, no biggie", he joked as he picked up the dice again. Hit nearest friend, critical. So maximum damage. No longer laughing he rolls location. Head.
At full tilt he effectively decapitates his own mount, failing to avoid taking damage from and being pinned under the body of the beast.
After a good ten minutes of trying to rules lawyer his way out of the situation, he picked up his stuff, swore a lot, left and we didn't see him again for six months.
Traveller:
On a recce mission the ordinance specialist checked out some grav tanks they came across, determining that they were booby trapped. Later in the session they are pulling out with a fighting retreat having been less stealthy than they thought. As they pass the tanks, same guy shouted "Follow me!" and promptly leaps into one of the tanks. Everybody else hit the dirt which saved them when the bomb went off, scattering them with bits of retired marine.
This one tried to convince us that his character would never have made that mistake and eventually threw his character sheet and dice out of the window before storming off.
RuneQuest:
This guy had spent the best part of two years getting his Humakti initiate to RuneLord. He was a walking tank capable of dealing death at a phenomenal rate and perfectly happy to take the mantle of a Death Lord. I wasn't allowing training over 75% so it had been hard work.
The characters were chasing tuskriders back to their lair after a raid and fell into a trap, rapidly discovering they were surrounded. Our hero decides to lead the charge on his bison, all spells maxed. Even with a sword he went before almost all the other players, and, as he lashed out at the enemy warband leader, rolled 100. "Fumble, no biggie", he joked as he picked up the dice again. Hit nearest friend, critical. So maximum damage. No longer laughing he rolls location. Head.
At full tilt he effectively decapitates his own mount, failing to avoid taking damage from and being pinned under the body of the beast.
After a good ten minutes of trying to rules lawyer his way out of the situation, he picked up his stuff, swore a lot, left and we didn't see him again for six months.
Traveller:
On a recce mission the ordinance specialist checked out some grav tanks they came across, determining that they were booby trapped. Later in the session they are pulling out with a fighting retreat having been less stealthy than they thought. As they pass the tanks, same guy shouted "Follow me!" and promptly leaps into one of the tanks. Everybody else hit the dirt which saved them when the bomb went off, scattering them with bits of retired marine.
This one tried to convince us that his character would never have made that mistake and eventually threw his character sheet and dice out of the window before storming off.