Your Most Embarrassing RPG Moment

Kai Lord

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Once when I was GM'ing a Robotech adventure for some friends back in high school I took them all on an adventure where they were exploring a ghost ship in the debri ring around Earth thought to be the base of operations for a nefarious foe.

They explored the ship level by level, having small skirmishes with the Zentraedi forces inside. Through all of this a particularly proud player I'll call Tony was getting upset that he really wasn't getting to shine in combat. He had an Armored Veritech, which is one of the transformable space fighters that had tons of extra armor and missiles bristling out of every orifice. The cost for all of the extra hardware was that the fighter couldn't transform out of robot form, but that suited the current mission just fine.

After a couple hours of Tony being shown up in combat by his fellow crack pilots he was starting to get pissed. The situations and die rolls just weren't favoring him that day.

Well eventually they enter a corridor and face off against a towering Officer Pod and about a dozen Battle Pods all crammed together in the hall waiting to blow the players away. This is it, Tony thought. This is my moment.

Proudly describing his character stepping forth he proclaimed, "I fire ALL of my missiles at them!"

His Armored Veritech had about a hundred of them. Reminding Tony of the shear overkill of what he was about to do, Tony rescinded and stated he would only fire half of them. 50+ missiles. Down a corridor. At 13 Battle Pods packed together. You can't miss, right?

Well, even though the entire team of PC's were uberbadasses with Physical Prowess scores in the stratosphere and every combat skill you could think of, according to the rules missiles were autotargeting and so they only get +3 bonuses instead of the normal +17 or whatever the PC's attack bonuses were.

Now, in Robotech all you need to hit something is to roll a 5 or higher on a d20, and then your opponent rolls to dodge. A low roll is rarely hard to dodge but to hit something at all you just needed a 5. Something you could do with missiles was launch them as a volley so that with one attack roll you could hit one target or a group of targets with many more missiles than your rate of attack would normally allow.

So Tony unloads half of his missiles on the poor Zentraedi squad and rolls. He looked at his d20 in a state of pure disbelief. "Its a 1." 1+3 (missile targetting)=4.

All six of us just sat in stunned silence. Then I started laughing. Tony missed. With every single missile. In the most dramatic way I could, I described the hellfire barrage of missiles corkscrewing between all the battlepods legs and squeezing in between the tiny openings in the corridor that the pods didn't occupy flooding the hall with smoke and absolutely destroying the wall at the end of the corridor. When the smoke cleared, not one single pod had been hit.

I decided that after thoroughly crapping their pants the Zentraedi pilots were too stunned to move and the PC's finished them off quickly thereafter. But oh, poor Tony.:D

Anyone else have any embarrassing gaming moments to share?
 
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We were playing 1st ed. West End Star Wars RPG sitting on the floor of the local games / comic store.

One of the guys was wearing short shorts and one of his boyz was hanging out for all the world to see.

I was not embarassed for myself, but sure was for him when I found out everyone else noticed too, but were too embarassed to say anything!:eek:
 

cariage fun

After finishing "Power behind the throne" (part 3 in the "Enemy within" campaign for Warhammer Fantasy RPG) where I played Reinhold Gottesfrieden, a templar of the Fiery Heart and chosen of Sigmar, we rolled up some brandnew characters for some inbetween action. This time I was playing Joachim "The Ferret", a skinny little thief. All players were converging separatly on a roadside inn (this was where we would meet and get hints that should get us forming a party ...)

There I was, walking on the road, I could see the inn's roof peeking above the trees up ahead, when a cariage comes thundering down the road. A succesfull observe test later I'm informed the driver of the cariage does look in some distress. I decide (kinda still in full templar mode... talking about sticking to your character ;-) ) to jump on the coach and stop it. Hugely failed my jump roll (WFRP uses percentile rolls and whenever both dice of the percentile set come up identical, eg 1 and 10 or 6 and 60, it is considered a fumble [could be a house rule??])

Because I fumble, the DM decides that I jump between horses and cariage, rolls for damage and anounces 12 wounds. I only have 8 (remember begining character) and start folding pu my char.sheet. The DM says to me: don't do that, now what, scratch all wounds but one and you're now unconcious. So here's me thinking "Thanx GM, you're a nice dude".

The stable boys from the inn cary me into the stable, take care of me and call a local healer to tend my wounds. With a huge grin on his face the GM explains: "The healer checks your wounds and decides your bloodpresure needs lowering. Out come the leeches, scratch your last wound, your dead....."

That realy tought me NOT to jump on cariages ;-)
 

Once cast Wall of Stone as a shield between the party and some giants throwing rocks at us. The giants thought that pushing the wall over was much more fun than lobbing stones at us. It killed 4 out of 7 party members outright, and a 5th one who couldn't get out from under the rubble and bled to death. My mage survived.:D
 

My attempt to run a Freeport campaign: Short version, They never trusted ANY NPC I had them meet, tried killing most any of them, and basically ran amok since I had NO clue what kind of legal system was in play.
 

This was at a con in the 90's: After listening to a better known person in the industry talk for a good 30 minutes on the details of his job I asked "So seriously, what do you do? You don't know do you?" I was said in jest and he had a good sense of humour about it. My friends were ready to kill me though.
 

I was in an Aftermath campaign a number of years back. The party had unwittingly stumbled into a minefield, and had traversed half of it without setting off a mine. Approaching rapidly was a Blackhawk helicopter hunting for the party.

Bob, who was carrying an M60, unloads several bursts and brings down the chopper, which crashes on one player and near another.


The helicopter explodes, the blast knocks the PC flying, and the poor SOB lands on a mine. The mine explodes and flings the corpse several meters towards another player. The corpse's impact sets off another mine, killing the second player, and flinging that corpse towards Bob, setting off a third mine and killing him.

Total party kill....I've never seen a player so mortified. We kept trying to convince him it wasn't his fault, since we didn't know about the mines, but he took it really hard.
 

We're in the Against the Giants series, Steading of the Hill Giant Chief. My guy is an assassin [1E], and we're mopping up giants right and left. Then the giant cave bear comes at me and I decide to have some fun. I take out a vial of Oil of Slipperiness and toss it so it breaks in front of the charging cave bear, thinking the bear will slip and fall, and then I can backstab it. The cave bear hits the oil and begins to skid... right into me at a full charge. I'm standing against a wall. Ouchie.

We're playing Street Fighter (the RPG) and Lloyd gets to roll. He has 10 dice in his pool and he blows them all on the attack. Nothing higher than a 3, and six 1's. Uber-fumble.
 

I was in my first major campaign, Temple of Elemental Evil, playing a first level thief (6'8" tall...could hide in his own shadows). As the party is walking towards the moathouse, we are attacked by a giant frog. It swallows our faithful cleric in one gulp so I leapt to the rescue, drawing my longsword. I swung the blade with all my might and rolled a 1. Now, my DM had a nasty fumble rule...re-role to see if you hit yourself or a friend. So I re-roll, and you guessed it, I rolled a 20. My thief cut the clericand the frog in two...my first game and my first kill :D

Matt
 

I can think of two where I've personally embarrassed myself.

The most recent was when playing Earthdawn. We were trying to quietly acquire information in a large city, drawing no attention to ourselves. Satying at the inn, one PC used a spell to create food. Except he rolld exceptionally well... reallly exceptionally well! Soon, 62 nine-course banquets are covering every surface in the inn, piled on people's laps, dropping out of the windows and sliding off the roof into the street!

My character was annoyed, since this did rather make us stand out, and started to shout at the Elementalist for being so damned careless. Of course, he (player and character) found it really funny and laughed at me. Sadly I was (and still am) on powerful painkillers, which cloud my thinking, and it just touched a nerve. I shouted louder and louder, getting more an more incherent until I spluttered to a halt with everyone staring at me... I went for a walk to cool off, and later that week hears stories about "how Rich went mad in a game"!

Another time was whilst playing Ars Magica, a longterm campaign (entering its twelfth year). My main character was a Tremere, a member of a rigid House of wizards. One of their cardinal rules is: you must attend the 10-yearly meetings of the the House, no exceptions unless you are ordered otherwise. Well, due to an oversight my character was busy binding a familar when the meeting happened. Emerging later from my laboratory, on the of the players innocently said "Aren't you supposed to be in Transylvania?" (the House Tremere has its HQ in Transylvania). It slowly sank in that I'd misremembered the timing of the meetings. Well, fearing my character could face execution or worse for this, he went on the rampage to confirm the truth of the matter...

In the meantime my fellow players and the DM are finding the situation more and more amusing, laughing on and on. And I... I was getting more and more humiliated. If we'd been playing where we usually played, I would've walked out there and then. Being as we were in the middle of nowhere, playing in a rented house, all I could do was retreat to my room.

Stupid to get so embarrassed by these things? Perhaps... but this is also the price of getting deeper into playing the character. Or maybe I need to speak to a shrink? :D
 

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