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Post by @IsNotABomb on Nov 6, 2014 0:16:46 GMT -6
This is sort of self-explanatory. Post your amusing player or GM tales here. Most of us are veteran gamers, so as a result we can probably enjoy a deranged laugh or two.
Mine usually involve deliberate TPKs. As a player.
...Yeah, I'm that guy.
In an old Champions 5e game, I had what was essentially a supersoldier emphasizing pure tank. She was literally a brick with a bunch of guns and tons of mitigation and regeneration. She was also very intensive on her abilities which limitted her offensive capabilities to extreme range due to charge-up times? This came to a head when I fought a giant monster with my supergroup. So by the end of the encounter, half of us are dead or dying, most of the other half of us are running for our lives. Me? I regenerated the damage from the ultra mega death laser two rounds prior to it and ended up using a BFG to lay waste to the damn kaiju space-squid and levelled half of Coney Island in the process. End of the day, most of the collateral damage was from that blast. Incidentally, I also killed the team. It's been over fifteen years. Not only have I not bothered to every try living that down, but on occassion, I've caused TPKs that required us to rollback the campaign because it amused me. This has earned me a scornful nickname that I can't post because--funny as it is, I'll get banned because of the backronym alone.
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Post by Art Teach on Nov 8, 2014 8:29:01 GMT -6
Showed up to GenCom with a Half-orc ranger named Rayne. Sat down to play with Bob (PD13) and our children and he pull out a half orc monk named Raine. So we immediately made a them brothers from different mothers but the same father. By the end of the 4 hour game we had complete back stories and they just started being brothers pulling pranks and being competitive. At the end of the adventure a spirit creature possessed my characters and Bob just started kicking the crap out of his bro. My guy fought back and the whole party was almost TPK as we fought each other instead of the bad guys. We are throwing yo mama jokes at each other and just having a very immature time as the 10 to 12 years olds had to finish the final boss battle without the help of the 2 adults who where just going all 1e on each others characters.
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Post by Art Teach on Nov 8, 2014 8:31:18 GMT -6
Pallasch- That amount of damage sounds like a Zac Synder movie. Wait it was mostly explosions so that would be a Michael Bay movie.
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Post by Art Teach on Nov 8, 2014 8:38:59 GMT -6
My nephew was running Saga Star Wars with a group of teens and pre-teens and myself so they rolled up padawans there own age (and mine was 1/3 my age) and we played the jedi purge by Anakin. The run and hide working their way through the jedi temple and to a docking bay. Anakin is hot on our heels as we rush to the ship. We ask if the normal things are in the docking bay and my nephew says yes. So my youngest son force moves a fuel tanker and throws it at Anakin and his group. Being the luckiest person alive he rolls a nat20 and does the impossible. My older son shoots the tanker and Anakin is enveloped in flames taking a huge amount of damage as is just roasted. My older son just smiles and says,"Guess he doesn't need to go to Mustafar."
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Post by @IsNotABomb on Nov 8, 2014 9:06:50 GMT -6
The Saga of Dark Duke Dregden, Part the First: So I was in a Pathfinder campaign. My GM modified the Paladin so their list and the AntiPally list were thrown onto Warpriest. We then cast as a Warpriest at our Pally/Anti level -3, which stacked with Warpriest levels proper. This was because a lot of the Pally archetypes were underwhelming. We also ruled that Pallies can "Corner Champion" since there was no Blackguard. Dregden was one of my longest lived d20 characters and the one I enjoyed playing quite a bit.
Actually, my longest lived is my Project Progeny Super Soldier, whom with Vandal shares a name and a similar physical appearance.
Dregden was my champion of EEEEEEEEEEEEEVIL.
In life, Dregden was in fact a very benevolent prince descended from Celestials who had a small kingdom roughly the size of the New Jersey (and yet much more prosperous). He was slain by a retainer during a campaign to unify his homeland. So his revenant killed his traitor retainer at some point, and the young prince's reputation was dashed and riots broke out... and then the Graveknight was revived by Nemesis to find the conspirators, kill them and reclaim his honor. So... this is going to be a case of classic evil campaign, right?
Pfft. F@#! no.
This 'heroic' party of 'good aligned characters' eventually proved to be more morally bankrupt than my Lawful Evil undead champion.
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Post by Art Teach on Nov 8, 2014 11:48:40 GMT -6
My favorite character recently was a halfling wizard named Fiery Almok. He was the stereotypical halfling with a love for burning things. I was playing through a series of games at a GenCon and in the first adventure he was never hit. Then the next adventure he was never hit. Then it became a challenge to see if I could make it through the entire convention with the same character and never take any damage. He made it till the last adventure and then took like 3 hp of damage a burst attack. Almost made it!
I always play chaotic self interested characters. They are not evil just all about personal gain. Okay maybe that is a little evil.
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Post by @IsNotABomb on Nov 8, 2014 14:03:39 GMT -6
Yolo Swaggins, halfling rogue/gunslinger. That is all.
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Post by kyquell on Nov 9, 2014 1:33:18 GMT -6
My wildest gaming moment is probably one that I didn't intend to have be much more than a fun, in-character joke. I call it THE POWER OF PRAYER.
To summarize the situation, in a D&D adventure I was in, the party had just killed the Big Bad Guy, destroyed the MacGuffin of Doom, and felt pretty good about ourselves until we found out that the Big Bad sent out his army to attack a nearby town right before we got him. To make things worse, he also collapsed the tunnel to the underground cave we were in, leaving us trapped as his army marched on the city.
So, in the ensuing skill challenge, everyone got to work. The two Wizards did Arcana Checks to superheat and supercool rocks to make them brittle or break entirely. The massively strong Barbarian was throwing boulders left and right, and the sneaky Rogue was finding all the little spots for us to climb through and progress, leaving my Paladin with...no idea how to help. He wasn't strong enough to be of help with the Barbarian or agile enough to do the Rogue's thing, and he didn't have any spells to aid the Wizards. So, when it came time for the GM to ask how I'd help, the only idea I had was "Guys, I'll pray us out of this!" Then I critted my prayer.
Luckily, my GM was pretty flexible and liked rewarding a combination of creative thinking and good rolls, so when I critted, he asked "Who's your deity again?" and after I replied "Bahamut." he smiled and said "Well, as you guys progress through the rubble, you notice it's getting a bit chilly, hopefully indicating that you're almost out."
After one or two more rounds, when we were still probably one more successful round away from escaping as defined at the beginning, my GM says "Okay, you guys see a blast of ice freezing the last of the debris, and a silvery claw shattering it. Before you stands a massive silver dragon, who bows down and says 'Bahamut has heard your cries for aid, and sent me in his stead.'" After the entire table burst out laughing, the dragon even offered us a ride to the town to organize defenses in time to face down the army, although he had to leave to go do more heroic, metallic dragon things (maybe save more people who pray crit) before the fight proper.
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Post by kyquell on Nov 9, 2014 1:43:40 GMT -6
Another wild D&D story (I played a loooooot of it in my time) was the theft that saved the world.
So, we were fighting a bunch of nasties when a Big Bad showed up to take the MacGuffin crystal (oddly enough, I don't play many adventures with MacGuffins, but they seem to make the best stories) right under our noses. Our party thief was a Halfling that refused to touch the ground, instead riding the shoulders of party members during transit and enemies when he attacked them, and thus was standing on the Big Bad at the time.
The Big Bad decided to stuff the crystal in his pocket, shrug off the Halfling, and run into a portal. The Halfling's player said "So, I know normally I'd get an attack of opportunity right now, but I'd really rather try to take that crystal back. I know it's not a thing in the rules, but it makes sense, right?" The GM said it did, but the guy's pocket was too deep for the Halfling's hands, so it'd be out of reach. The player responded "Well, how about I just steal his pants?" Luckily, this was the same GM I mentioned earlier, so he liked fun, creative ideas, and said "You can try, but it'll be almost impossible." Then, you guessed it, the Halfling critted.
Not only did he steal the Big Bad's pants, he did so to a degree that the Big Bad didn't even notice until after he ran into and closed up the portal. In all subsequent encounters with that Big Bad, the GM made it a point to mention that the guy still hadn't replaced his pants, and would actively hunt down the Halfling, who wore the pants as a cape since they were too big for him. I still kinda miss fighting that guy. |
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Post by @IsNotABomb on Nov 9, 2014 8:22:43 GMT -6
The Saga of Dark Duke Dregden, Part the Second: After a failed defense of Tarnadil (large Kingdom of Cyrain city) because barbarian hordes, Dregden and Vorn (a human assassin) came out with this gem after we were attempting to earn food and lodging (for him, Dregden is undead and thus does not eat, or sleep).
"I'm an assassin and he's a Blackguard and we're here to save your town from the evil necromancer nearby!"
F@#!ing pitchforks and angry mobs. I hate pitchforks and angry mobs.
We actually managed to stumble upon a necromancer's hideout and killed our way to the top. After a few bloody encounters, I was prepared to murder the necromancer. He bargained with it in the interest of self-preservation.
So then I had to kill both of them. I boasted enough mitigation and on top of that had the whole undead thing going on (ice immunity) and my chosen element was lightning (electricity immunity and this sort of electric hadoken attack) and the assassin couldn't death attack or crit on me. So any way, they struck first and Dregden broke out his fullblade carved of this sort of weird hellmetal. Eventually they realized they were screwed.
And suddenly I was the bad guy!
So I got back to the town and exposed my not rotting face (Amulet of Gentle Repose) and noted that the assassin was dead, as was the necromancer. I showed them the head of the latter, collected a few bits of nonessential camping gear. Turned it down and warned them of the incoming barbarian hordes and secured a sanctuary until then.
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Post by Art Teach on Nov 9, 2014 9:52:10 GMT -6
Okay I now have a new favorite halfling name. Yollo Swaggins needs to show up in Scales of War somewhere.
My half-orc Rayne was big and ugly. In the adventure we met a beautiful elf woman who ran the newspaper in Baldar's Gate. Rayne of course hit on her and declared his affections the charisma roll was a nat 20 and the DM made her my girlfriend/lover. This was the first adventure in a series that convention and I placed on my character sheet and adventure log that the elf was my woman and she lovvvveddd me. I didn't know she was a re-according character in the adventure. So as we moved from Dm to Dm when every she appeared I immediately gathered her into my arms and laid a big slightly fang filled kiss then explained that she is officially my love. All of the Dm just went with it and it added so much fun and role playing to what is normally roll playing RPGA adventures. It also made his brother jealous.
Showed up for the DnD Championship and the Dm came up and took off his jacket. The front of his shirt said TPK and the back said "I kill more players before breakfast than most DMs kill all day." He was a great old school Dm who was fun as he killed everyone. He asked my son who was 10 at the time,"Are you going to cry when I kill your player?" My son replied, "Are you when I kill your monsters." He did TPK all of us.
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Post by @IsNotABomb on Nov 9, 2014 22:05:46 GMT -6
The Saga of Dark Duke Dregden, Part the Second:
With tales of a looming darkness, Dark Duke Dregden began his move, backed by a powerful Lich ally. Somehow, completely unbeknownst to his allies, who were simply willfully ignorant or really thick headed as to the fact that there was an undead Warlord and an undead Theurge now travelling with the party. At any rate, Dregden and his cannon fodder brave compatriots began their march against Shadehold, where some deathlord poser serving Nemesis was holed up. We ran up, ready to own his sorry arse and take his stuff.
Turns out he was their high priest. So I betrayed and killed the party, struck up an alliance against the line that screwed over my character and pretty much turned the rest of it into a vengeance quest. It war Morton's Fork. I could slay the champion and fall from favor or slay my team and fall from favor.
My team had better loot.
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