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Ah greatest moment ive ever had.

me and a group of my friends had a few pick up games of rifts one summer holiday. It ended with this session.

We found out where the local slave lord was in this western town so we all jump in a jeep and drive down to his ranch. Now in my party we have me. a gunslinger, a space man who is a little bit to much like super man only when he fly's he glows bright white for some odd reason. A psychic who can manipulate metal (used ball bearings as his weapons) and who could drain pe. And of course a juicer.

So anyways we drive up to this gate. Sadly since were all pretty much nubbing it up he knows were coming.

He had a few towers with gun emplacements which proced to open fire on us as we get closer. I decide to ram the jeep into the gate. I crash through skid it into the dirt on the other side. were all ejected.

A few rounds of combat later and one of the gun emplacements are down were taking on the other. Having being dropped to 7 hp's I dash into the ranch house to get away from the gun fire. Now a few rounds before mr super man decides to fly up into the air. Apparently this slaver had anti air missiles for some odd reason. So hes being chased by them. Seeing as how were getting the crap kicked out of us he flys near the ranch house then swerves at the last minute letting said missle explode the house with me and mr slaver inside it.

I was told by the gm that I had to roll a 4 or lower on a d100 in order to survive. I proceed to roll a 2 ^ ^ happy days. im blasted out of the skylight almost nakid with literally rags on instead of cloths. Everything I owned in the jeep was destroyed as well as all the guns and ammo I was carrying. I have 1 hp left.

So anyways we make it back to town and the physic gets taken into jail for well being physic (had something against them I guess). He then proceeds to drian all the sherrifs of there pe and walks out of jail. I being the friendly guy that I am. come up with some bail money from the group and go to bail him out. Needless to say I am shortly locked up in jail with 1 hp, rags, no money or weapons to my name. And my groups run out of town.

Fun times ^ ^

At a Werewolf Live-action game I once participated in the three-headed drunken full-form werewolf singing "Kill the Wabbit!." Good times and strange looks had by all.

At the same game we also had a non-werewolf PC tell a fairly powerful werewolf to "Go Fetch." That went about as well as one would expect.

keep 'em coming,

my funniest moment was during dark heresy. a cultist was on his last legs i put a long las bolt between his eyes manged to push him all the way to 10 on the critical. He ran into our demo man, the demo man had 10 kg of explosives on his back he went off well like a bomb, i was the only surviving person in the hanger as i stood back to provide sniper support.

ka-

Playing D&D3.5 my party (a rogue, wizard, a paladin (myself) and a barbarian) invaded a cave.

We cleared the first part of the cave, but the second part of the cave was joined to the first by a narrow beam.

Forgetting that I was wearing heavy armour and did not have a very good balance skill level, I elected to go across the beam after our barbarian.

He proceeded to charge across first in a single move. I then proceeded to get stuck on the beam, failing balance after balance check. In the end our barbarian had to face off against every creature on the other side of the cave, only just surviving.

In the end he killed everything (just) and looted the cave and I was still stuck on this beam with the rest of my party stuck behind me.

I think just to see how long it would have taken me to make it across the beam I kept on rolling and it took me something like 100 rolls before I made it across the beam

Advanced D&D 2nd Edition, it was our very first roleplaying campaign we were playing in so we did loads of stupid stuff.

We're in an Ork dungeon/stronghold where we escape imprisonment and have to fight our way out. Now, besides the normal shenenigans like characters trying to take everything with them that wasn't bolted down (these 10 ft planks might be usefull later!!), and trying Orc food (vommiting and proceding to try to eat it again) we had just cleared a corridor of Orcs but they had managed to shout a warning to the room around the corner.
A little check with a mirror showed us several Orcs that ahd barricaded themselves behind tables and other furniture, sporting bows and ready to shoot the crap out of our already hitpoint depleted party.

Now one of our party members has a 'great' idea. He has the ventriloquism skill (at the bare minimum of course) and decides to use the chopped of head of one of the Orcs we had just killed and poke it around the corner to convince the 'rest of his Orc buddies' that they'd won and should join the looting. Using, to make it clearer, this bloody, slackjawed, glassy eyed, dead Orc's head!!

The DM is very sceptical and tells the player to roll for it, '20'!! He gives a great performance. But that head is just too much of a sore thumb so the Orcs get to check to see true the very poor prop, a '1'!!

The Orcs abandon their positions, put away their weapons as rush out of the room, around the corner where the whole party is now lying in ambush and proceeds to slaughter them.

in a D&D 3.0 game our party had gotten conned by a priest, who turned out to be the villain of the campaign, to destroy an atrifact in a volcano. To correct ouselves we then had to aquire an opposing church's artifact at an auction to then be destroyed. On the way to the auction we encountered a colossal scorpion who proceeded to poison my Frenzied berserker Half-Dragon to death, the priest rezed me. Before the auction started there were some arena battles happening so we decided to enter myself in the fight. First round i ended up fighting a Balor who crit and Vorpal sworded my head away, The priest rezed me again.

In the meantime, our rogue stole the artifact, sold it to one faction, stole it from them, sold it to another faction, stole it from them, returned it to the auction. When it came for the auction we realized that among our party members, the rogue staying quiet, we couldn't afford to bid on the artifact so one player decides that the best option is to....Sell my character into slavery to the Drow to buy the artifact.

All this happened in one session.

SilverMK2 wrote:Playing D&D3.5 my party (a rogue, wizard, a paladin (myself) and a barbarian) invaded a cave.

We cleared the first part of the cave, but the second part of the cave was joined to the first by a narrow beam.

Forgetting that I was wearing heavy armour and did not have a very good balance skill level, I elected to go across the beam after our barbarian.

He proceeded to charge across first in a single move. I then proceeded to get stuck on the beam, failing balance after balance check. In the end our barbarian had to face off against every creature on the other side of the cave, only just surviving.

In the end he killed everything (just) and looted the cave and I was still stuck on this beam with the rest of my party stuck behind me.

I think just to see how long it would have taken me to make it across the beam I kept on rolling and it took me something like 100 rolls before I made it across the beam

That will teach your wizard not to take Blink.

Party were being chased by corporate soldiers (cyberpunk).
PC: I'll string up monofilament across this alley and lure them into a trap. They should just fall to pieces.

*They* used a hallucinogen gas grenade on him instead of shooting him (they wanted us ALIVE). He got his bearings mixed up and ended up running into his own trap.

To quote another PC:
"Eww! chunky!"

Playing vampire and we were in an abandoned steel works after being sent there to investigate it by the sheriff, cautiously stalking forward when my RL mobile goes off with a number I don't recognise and some guy screams down it:

"Stamper (the sheriff's name) set you up! He's sold you out to the sabbat and they are waiting for you, GET OUT GET OUT!!!!"

After blinking in shock and looking at the storyteller's widening grin, I looked around at the table and just got out the words "guys, I think this is a trap" when we were told the forge doors slammed shut behind us and the shadows started to writhe...

Brilliant, timing was immaculate and the phone was an amazing use of real life to intrude on the game and impact the realism.

I met the guy who had phoned me later that day, he had no real idea what he was doing for his mate (the storyteller) when he made the call and got some very strange looks as he shouted the warning stood outside the supermarket in Exeter city centre...

Haha! That is fantastic!

At my school, I am amongst a group of friends that spends every lunch playing RPGs. We make our own, our own universe, combat system, classes, characters, with everything ranging from fantasy, to sci-fi, to a zombie apocolypse featuring us. We usually switch campaigns every month or so, so needless to say I have quite a few stories, but I'll settle for two right now.

During one fateful fantasy campaign (one of our earlier that created characters and items that always seemed to appear in other stories) our GM let us ask for items of power. After a roll of a D20, he deemed if the request was worthy of his power. Everyone else in our party (3 others) had already failed the rolls on their requests, except for my friend Adam and myself. I picked up a different die. My request? The Cloak of Getting High. Infinite uses that cause a random drug effect (you can just imagine). Everyone is laughing already, but I shush them and concentrate on rolling. The die hits the table and it spins for atleast 30 seconds before finally landing on a perfect 20. "YOUR WISH HAS BEEN GRANTED." Everyone stared at me in stunned silence. Then Adam grabs the die out of my hand and yells "I WANT A GIRLFRIEND" before tossing the die at the table. It comes up a perfect 20. The GM can't even speak he is laughing so hard. Unfortunatly we have to end the campaign shortly after, as we spend the next few days murdering each other over his hot elf girlfrield.

The second story follows a group of soldiers in a post-zombie apocolypic fantasy world. Guess what I'm still wearing? Anyway, after a successful raid deep into enemy territory we are invited to the king's banquete. I use the cloak shortly before and am put under the effect of weed and am given the munchies. As soon as we enter the room I launch myself at the foot table, eating like a mad-man. The huge expanse of food manages to keep my character busy even after the king is assassinated and the party moves on to investigate leads. After finally succeeding a roll to come out of the high I come to the realisation that I had just infact eaten a feast designed for about 200 people over the course of 6 hours. I roll the dice (a pun, but also literally) to see if I can get a drug effect that will let me survive the ejection of this food matter from my body. At the same time however, the rest of the party is chasing the only lead to the murder through the castle. The Cloak gives me steroids as the steward comes running in through the door. This apparently set my character off, who lifts a banquet table and smashes it on the man, splattering him across the room. With the only way to continue the story dead, the GM looks at me in stunned disbelief, and just says "F#@$ it, you are making the next campaign."

MeanGreenStompa wrote:Playing vampire and we were in an abandoned steel works after being sent there to investigate it by the sheriff, cautiously stalking forward when my RL mobile goes off with a number I don't recognise and some guy screams down it:

"Stamper (the sheriff's name) set you up! He's sold you out to the sabbat and they are waiting for you, GET OUT GET OUT!!!!"

After blinking in shock and looking at the storyteller's widening grin, I looked around at the table and just got out the words "guys, I think this is a trap" when we were told the forge doors slammed shut behind us and the shadows started to writhe...

That's awesome!

If I ever run a game again, I plan on using that idea!

MeanGreenStompa wrote:Playing vampire and we were in an abandoned steel works after being sent there to investigate it by the sheriff, cautiously stalking forward when my RL mobile goes off with a number I don't recognise and some guy screams down it:

"Stamper (the sheriff's name) set you up! He's sold you out to the sabbat and they are waiting for you, GET OUT GET OUT!!!!"

After blinking in shock and looking at the storyteller's widening grin, I looked around at the table and just got out the words "guys, I think this is a trap" when we were told the forge doors slammed shut behind us and the shadows started to writhe...

Brilliant, timing was immaculate and the phone was an amazing use of real life to intrude on the game and impact the realism.

I met the guy who had phoned me later that day, he had no real idea what he was doing for his mate (the storyteller) when he made the call and got some very strange looks as he shouted the warning stood outside the supermarket in Exeter city centre...

That is fantastic. Consider the idea stolen for the vampire game I'm running at the moment.

In said vampire game the other week I had the whole group out chasing through the woods trying to find the sheriff before 3 black hand operatives did. I had one of the black hand use animalism to summon some of the local wildlife to try and slow them down. A series of disgustingly good rolls later and three of my four players (2 gangrel and a malkavian) find themselves in torpor after being mauled by a pack of raccoons.

Playing the Star Wars RPG, my older brother shows up and wants to make a character. He has no interest in RPGs or Star Wars but decides on being a Wookie from Wookious Prime.(I know)

In the middle of a critical battle against to Tie interceptors, my engines get hit, and my buddy has speced in engineering and reapair. But my brother proceeds to pick up the dice before anyone can stop him and rolls a one to fix it, followed by another one to see what the critical is. Needless to say our adventure ended

Not sure on how rules legal this was, but when I was around 8 a friend's older brother shanghaied us into his Battletech campaign as pilots of Scout Battlearmors, with laser designators for some of the larger mechs.

The PCs were from, I believe, the Gray Death mercenary company and the actual combat was taking place on Glengarry(a Gray Death held world, iirc). So we're doing alot of urban fighting, and we get told that our two Gray Death Scout armors are going up ahead of the main force and using these brilliant laser designators to target the enemy for artillery in the rear of the lines.

So naturally--that didn't sound too much fun. We decided we wanted to bring the buildings down, and hopefully nail the enemy mechs too.

We're rolling to designate the target buildings--passes--artillery has our signal clear, and we're rolling for deviation--I'm spot on, got the administration center that an Atlas is hiding behind while its scout mechs advance, my friend is supposed to be designating a building the scouts are passing by...when it happens.

My friend's laser designator completely misses, and hits the building that would be right next door to the one we're using to observe the enemy from.

Did not end well.

The one that stands out for me was a fantasy game, where the players (I'm pretty much always the DM/ST /whatever) where in a gladiator ring fighting several trials.

They finally get to the end of the fight, and a huge six armed hybrid spider/Ogre creature comes out just as they've killed the last couple of Orcs.
The five strong team are just preparing to attack as it stomps forward, when the Mage realizes he's out of mana and shouts out.

'Hold him off a minute, I'm meditating'

Promply sits down and starts a meditation roll to regain mana.


We laughed about that for ages, and it comes up often as our groups funniest moment.

Once in D&D: Eberron, I was playing a mage who'd been corrupted by his recent resurrection, and I promptly went nuts and helped the Big Bad Evil Guy kill my party. I then joined with him and we conquered half of Khorvaire with an army of monsters from Khyber.

Oh boy, my group was pissed.

You open the door, and the thief takes a crossbow bolt to the face (trap). Angrily, he rushes inside, falling through the pit trap and landing on the first floor. He runs back upstairs, attempts to jump over the pit trap, fumbles, and falls to the second floor again through the same pit trap.

I was not the thief, but I still laugh at my friend when I think about it.

dungeons and dragons.. we had just graduated from basic edition to advanced dnd. we didn't quite understand what the purpose of % based str..

anyways, barrier peaks module. my dwarf fighter, who's been through alot, tough as nails, makes saving throws on a 5+.. no way he can die. kills monsters left and right, decides to pick up a pill and pop it in his mouth.. it's cyanide. dead, no save throw, no pass go, no collect 200 dollars.. You are dead.. nice try.. lol

I was the lucky guy to do the pizza run for everyone.. i spit on the dungeon masters slices of pizza.. he always took the 2 biggests pieces and always took the pieces first.. lol

I normally GM, because I'm a good story teller.

I was getting bored in a bit of DH, so decided just to whittle down the party with a game of Russian Roulette with a Slaver in a backstreet.

I had the slaver load his 6 shot revolver, then point/shoot at a party member. If shot goes off, he reloads and spins again.

He kills all 3 of my party members. You had to get a 1 on a D6 to get shot. The bullets went straight to the forehead, no saves, nothing.

I also wheeled out some fabulous descriptions of the way the brain matter slid down the walls.

sA

MeanGreenStompa wrote:Playing vampire and we were in an abandoned steel works after being sent there to investigate it by the sheriff, cautiously stalking forward when my RL mobile goes off with a number I don't recognise and some guy screams down it:

"Stamper (the sheriff's name) set you up! He's sold you out to the sabbat and they are waiting for you, GET OUT GET OUT!!!!"

After blinking in shock and looking at the storyteller's widening grin, I looked around at the table and just got out the words "guys, I think this is a trap" when we were told the forge doors slammed shut behind us and the shadows started to writhe...

Brilliant, timing was immaculate and the phone was an amazing use of real life to intrude on the game and impact the realism.

I met the guy who had phoned me later that day, he had no real idea what he was doing for his mate (the storyteller) when he made the call and got some very strange looks as he shouted the warning stood outside the supermarket in Exeter city centre...

Reminds me of something I did to my players recently...

We had just started a new AD&D 2e campaign and, as a group, went to a local Ren Faire.
I printed out a couple pages as notes to be from a campaign villain.

Periodically, I had Ren Faire workers deliver them to the players.
They were done in an elegant script and said,

You're dead!


-Ned

Kinda fun when a pixie delivers you a death threat and describes the person who asked her to give it to you... and the description matches the NPC.
LOL

The players all loved it. The FIRST one to arrive was quit a shocker to them... I was going to try to get someone to start a play fight with them, but one of my players has... umm... a temper.
I was afraid he might accidentally get too "into" it and hurt someone. LOL



Eric

Lets just say I am a student of the hard way...

Took me actually doing it to find out interrogating a Werewolf, using it's dead packmates head as hand puppet is not a good idea.

The same Vampie, Isaac Gideon, also learnt a unique lesson that having Semtex inserted in your elbow and knee joints is not necessarily a bad thing. Well, it's specifically a good thing when you have your claws stuck fast in the prince due to a jammy attack roll, and botched follow ups. Other two whip out detonators and BANG!! I go flying across the room, and the Prince gets knacked.

When dealing with the Lord of the underworld, sucking up gets you absolutely nowhere. We'd all be been killed by Urial the Angel, and wound up in the afterlife, just sort of wandering around. Finally, we wind up before Osiris, pleading our case to be ressurected on Earth. The other two (the guys with the detonators) start sucking up heavily. This doesn't work. I tease them. They say 'well didn't see you trying'. So I try. I simply explain to Osiris that we three goons are the only ones who know about Urials plans, the extent of the destruction that would be caused (destroying the underworld as well) and as such, are uniquely placed to ensure his mental plans are thwarted. He sends me back. The others took their time.

And moving on to Demon.

We were on a rescue mission to claim back one of ours from a Vampire Stronghold. I'd been given an Enchanted Shotgun to aid us, which was put to extremely good use with my command abilities. Well, I say good, what I really mean is 'highly amusing'. We're stalking down the Corridor, looking for someone to interrogate, when a head sticks round a door, spots us, and then retreats inside, locking the door as we leg it up the corridor. Racking the slide, I switch on the command, and bellow 'BEND OVER! HERE I COME!' Other Demon tears the door off it's hinges, and as we enter, we are greeted by a Vampire, bent over, clutching his ankles, looking extremely upset. I gave him a one way enchanted buckshot enema.

smiling Assassin wrote:I was getting bored in a bit of DH, so decided just to whittle down the party with a game of Russian Roulette with a Slaver in a backstreet.

I had the slaver load his 6 shot revolver, then point/shoot at a party member. If shot goes off, he reloads and spins again.

He kills all 3 of my party members. You had to get a 1 on a D20 to get shot. The bullets went straight to the forehead, no saves, nothing.

Shouldn't this have been a 1 in 6 chance? Unless he had a 20-shot revolver...

I have to admit, as described, this sounds like an incredibly not-fun thing to be a player at. If it was killing off NPCs or 'abandoned' player characters that's one thing, but totally random killings of PCs just sounds like a reason to call the game for the night and play something else. I'm the kind of RPG gamer where I don't mind character death, but there's a time and a place... I generally like tot hink that my character (one of the protagonists of the story) is at least responsible for his own fate.

(My apologies if it wasn't like that, but that's how it sounds.)

My apologies. Yes it was a D6, had my mind elsewhere. It would be a bit farfetched to have a D20.

No, the night was coming to a close, and we did that off the record. It was just to see if the gratingly inevitable would happen and the cringing dreams of every player come to fruition. They did, and we carried on before they met the slaver the next morning after beer.

Admitedly, if we had been playing seriously, I would have punched the DM in the face.

sA

Balance wrote:Shouldn't this have been a 1 in 6 chance? Unless he had a 20-shot revolver...

WOO YEAH!

Well it wasn't good for my opponent, but we both laughed hartily.

A chapter master charged into the reminance of a kroot carnivore squad, and was then destroyedbefore he could retaliate, never seen so many ones in all my days.

AD&D.....a long time ago! The party leader says "seduce" instead of subdue......we still tease him about it 20 years later. The actual funny part is the DM went with it and made us RP the scenario.

AD&D 2nd ED Dragonlance,
We are about to get captured by draconians so the mage casts a spell to help us escape. Unfortunately he had a dyslexic moment and cast FROG CROWD.

In another game I had a character who was an anti-paladin. He heeard about a death knight and figured that having a death knight's armour would improve his intimitation skills.
The rest of the party figured that the armour must be some kind of super item for me to go to all the trouble. They exhausted every item they could think of to stop me getting the (normal everyday) armour that was actually worse for my character to wear than the armour they had helped pay for.

Last night was a classic moment.

We were in the secret room of this Temple (to a collection of deities called the Triad). Things were not going well at all.

Little backstory: Our party has amnesia and is slowly regaining memories. We are magically connected somehow. If we get outside of 1/4 mile from each other we get disabling migraines.

My character has recently discovered that he worships the Triad. We don't know if they're good or bad, but within the secret room we've found 3 destroyed statues (one statue for each aspect of the triad). After viewing each one in turn the DM says that I go into a seizure from viewing such an awful sight.

One of our party members walked into a mural, disappeared and are instantly paralyzed with migraines. He has 2 rounds to live. One our party members is trying to keep me from swallowing my tongue, another has just been disabled by snakes that enter the skin and kill you from the other side. The final party member has just failed a roll to offer medical care to snake-boy.

We are totally screwed. The DM says that I get one roll to ask the Triad for aid. I dig out two dice that haven't been used all night. We are using %dice and the higher the better. I roll the dice and get a 92! The DM says I instantly wake up from the seizure. Completely heal the guy that was on the verge of death and manage to guide the other 3 through a portal. It was so sweet.

In the homebrew fantasy game I ran for three of my buddies, they found themselves in a corrupted desert, standing at the edge of a sheer drop cliff attempting to get to the ruined city in the canyon below.

There was nothing to tie the rope off on so the stalwart warrior, who was the best climber, began the descent while the wizard and the swordsman held the rope. The swordsman was an "air spirit" - something like a gensai, a human with an elemental spirit in place of a soul. They have minor elemental abilities that devlop with age and use and his were just starting to emerge. He could hear and speak the language of the winds...

In this desert, all creatures became twisted and evil from the exposure to demonic energies, including the spirits of the land. The wind whispered to him gently, calling to him, encouraging him to lose his earthly form and fly with them. The player crit fails his willpower roll, says that he drops the rope and jumps off the edge of the cliff thinking that he can fly. The wizard gets dragged over the cliff before the warrior managed to grab the rock wall, who manages to catch him on his way down. The swordsman snaps out of his trance when seeing his friends almost die, but in the process realizes that he has a featherfall ability and floats safely to the ground.

Once his pals make it down the cliff, they were understandably ready to kill him but settled for a close watch to make sure that he wasn't "possessed" again. Interestingly enough, it's the warrior who gets genuinely possessed and makes a fair attempt to kill them both in their sleep, only to be stopped by the swordsman!