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<blockquote data-quote="ChrisCarlson" data-source="post: 6866981" data-attributes="member: 6801216">Years ago. Ongoing serialized superhero RPG with fiends at our 3-times-per-year convention. Recurring characters. Lots of fun. My hero was the team leader or sorts. In an epic battle with the baddies, my buddy's female character got critically injured. Ended up in a coma, questionable if she would pull through. In the epilogue scene at the end of the session, to wrap it up, the GM decided we were all standing around saying our goodbyes to her in the hospital bed. The GM went around the table to get a short blurb. I ended up being last around the table. Still not sure what prompted it, but I said something like:I linger and wait until I'm the last in the room. I touch her hand and whisper, &quot;I'm sorry I was never brave enough to tell you... I love you.&quot;The whole table was stunned. It was a pretty amazing moment, if I do say so myself. The GM ended the session right then and there. My buddy punched me in the arm. It's something we still talk about to this day. Of course, several story arcs later she comes back into the story and we get to deal with the secret, unrequited love subplot. But up to that moment I never even hinted at roleplaying any kind of romantic interest. I was the strong-quiet-leader-type. Reserved and proper. Almost military commander in my sterile application of my responsibilities. But that momentary instinct to just go for something crazy and wing it changed that campaign forever.True story.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="ChrisCarlson, post: 6866981, member: 6801216"] Years ago. Ongoing serialized superhero RPG with fiends at our 3-times-per-year convention. Recurring characters. Lots of fun. My hero was the team leader or sorts. In an epic battle with the baddies, my buddy's female character got critically injured. Ended up in a coma, questionable if she would pull through. In the epilogue scene at the end of the session, to wrap it up, the GM decided we were all standing around saying our goodbyes to her in the hospital bed. The GM went around the table to get a short blurb. I ended up being last around the table. Still not sure what prompted it, but I said something like:[I]I linger and wait until I'm the last in the room. I touch her hand and whisper, "I'm sorry I was never brave enough to tell you... I love you."[/I] The whole table was stunned. It was a pretty amazing moment, if I do say so myself. The GM ended the session right then and there. My buddy punched me in the arm. It's something we still talk about to this day. Of course, several story arcs later she comes back into the story and we get to deal with the secret, unrequited love subplot. But up to that moment I never even hinted at roleplaying any kind of romantic interest. I was the strong-quiet-leader-type. Reserved and proper. Almost military commander in my sterile application of my responsibilities. But that momentary instinct to just go for something crazy and wing it changed that campaign forever. True story. [/QUOTE]

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