Me and a friend have been involved in a game that another friend of mine is running. Post-apocolyptic reconstructive. Anyway, my friend decided to create a "non-combatitive" character, meaning he wouldn't fight unless necessary. Unfortunately, we were attacking these guys, his new guy showed up, stole a grenade, and crouched down next to a car. A moment later, another of his characters went within five meters of the vehicle. It exploded. My friend's new character was around long enough to steal a grenade and then get blown to pieces.

Only PC death in the campaign thus far too. Kinda funny.

Hmmm, this thread seems rather dead, but it's still on the first page so meh.

Making a cameo appearance in my friends' 4e D&D game, I worked with the DM to come up with an intro they wouldn't suspect. The DM warned me that the group had done many things he wasn't expecting (and being that he's DM'ed them for years now, that's rather impressive), so we worked carefully to ensure I wouldn't accidentally get killed or anything.

The group was in a midwestern town in a steampunk setting, and a woman was about to be hanged for allegedly killing the President. I had made a Tibbit, which is basically a were-housecat, and to throw them off, I started out by playing the part of an NPC making a dramatic entrance to save the woman. As the new President (wife of the ex-President) was making a lengthy speech about justice and whatnot, the party fighter, a Warforged, noticed a small cat which jumped onto his shoulders, and curled up contentedly and began purring. Near the conclusion of her speech, I as Blackjack (think Zorro) jumped onto the wall, and threw three daggers into the executioner; one of the party members took this as his cue to shoot the executioner with his rifle and finish him off. Unbeknownst to myself, the Warforged had just found Gloves of Giantkind... so he promptly grabbed the cat off his shoulders and hucked it at one of the President's bodyguards near the gallows, missing by a wide margin but still sending the cat flying. I had to ignore this (though the DM and I exchanged incredulous glances), and as Blackjack, dashed to the gallows, cut the woman free, and ran off with her.

The party decided that the confusion would provide good cover for their escape at this point, so they took off and headed through some back alleys toward their base of operations. Suddenly the warforged feels a jab in the back of his knee; he turns around and a small humanoid (coming up to about his thigh maybe) is standing there holding a staff and looking angrily up at him - "do I LOOK like ammunition to you?" Of course, he shrugs and says "um... what?"

After that fairly unfriendly introduction, my character held a grudge against him. That night, the river guards sank a riverboat that had come up the river at night with only a solitary yellow light burning and did not respond to hails. Upon being asked to investigate the boat, I cheerily suggested we take a boat to where the riverboat went down, tie a rope around the warforged, and shove him off the edge to have him go investigate it. For the rest of the session, my character simply referred to the warforged as "the boat anchor".

RPing on this forum has been dead for a while.

I started a Red Dwarf Roleplaying game at my college. I was planning on joining a friend in DnD but he knows I am not one for fantasy Roleplaying, especially when its strict high fantasy. So my friend who likes DnD decides that the entire ship is stuck in a bunch of alternate dimesions. I walk through the ship as a humaniod Iguana and get hit by a bunch of pies. After that I decide to try and get to the ship's command center to get the ship out of space. I walk up the stairs and critically fail to walk up them, falling up the stair case three floors past where I needed to be.

Another friend of mine had a Squid spontaniously appeared on his head. Then he was pelted with fish. In order to defend himself he created Fish-Chucks. Some how he got irradiated and the squid got irradiated too and disappeared. Later after he got rid of the radiation the squid spawned on his head again and he got irradiated again.

Next Round I was GMing and decided that the Irradiated squid was turned into a Despair squid. My friend got so pissed at me. "WHATS WITH THE SQUIDS!?!?" he yelled at me.

It's great when you can run a Shadowrun game and cripple the group into inactivity for fear of possible betrayals. Especially when you didn't even have to actually make a betrayal happen.

Maybe I'm just remembering Paranoia too much.

Bigity wrote:It's great when you can run a Shadowrun game and cripple the group into inactivity for fear of possible betrayals. Especially when you didn't even have to actually make a betrayal happen.

Maybe I'm just remembering Paranoia too much.

A friend told me about a Paranoia game where all the players lost all of their lives within the first ten minutes.I don't know why.

So many reasons, so few PCs...

Was a great game for just having some fun, I certainly can't imagine any long term campaigns or anything.

You get like 6 clones of your character because they die quickly.

In a futuristic module (including guns)

Preston walks up to a known gang house and knocks on the door...
He sees a large man carrying a custom made .44 Magnum

Preston: HEY GUYS, CAN I JOIN YOUR CLUB?!?!?!?!?!

He lost his foot......
and a lot of blood.......

I have not yet done any roleplaying, I wish I have but I haven't. That doesn't stop me from having a funny thing to say.

During the summer I created an AD&D 2nd Edition character. Elvin Ranger. I noticed in the handbook it said that rangers had a species enemy. I chose rabbit. The DM who was supposed to do it approved of it, and said they would probably have to add a few bunnies in there for the heck of it.

I still really want to play that character

If you ever get the chance, tell the DM about the Kezzerdrix and the Vizzedrix.

Remolay wrote:I have not yet done any roleplaying, I wish I have but I haven't. That doesn't stop me from having a funny thing to say.

During the summer I created an AD&D 2nd Edition character. Elvin Ranger. I noticed in the handbook it said that rangers had a species enemy. I chose rabbit. The DM who was supposed to do it approved of it, and said they would probably have to add a few bunnies in there for the heck of it.

I still really want to play that character

In a Red Dwarf Campaign:

A friend of mine decided that his life goal would be to steal my character's spleen. He finally did when we went to an alt. universe where my entire team killed my alt. self. Another friend wanted to hack a talkie toaster. So I decided my Ignuana character believed that Talkie Toasters were gods. For those that dont know: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZslRQvv5zM

In Spycraft:
I made a critical success on creating phony Security Cards(20 on creation) to get into a government building for Three of us. None of us had a high enough charisma to bluff our way in so my friend with a 10 in it decided to tell the cards that we all were new recruits(he had the highest charisma mind you) He critically failed, He alerted 12 guards in total as well as a secretary who triggered the alarm alerting everyone in the building and the entire government. The building was 3 stories tall, our target is a file on someones desk on the top floor and since were on security cameras and have triggered the alarm a battalion of men are outside.

What my friend decides to do after that is to throw a flash bang without warning us. My Other friend and I roll 20s to successfully avoid being dazed(seriously we both rolled 20's) the one who throwed it rolled a failure and ended up collapsed on the floor completely blind.

After defeating those guys my other friend moved behind the secretary for cover while my Failure Friend threw another flash bang. I get taken out and so does the failure. My other friend trys to shoot around the Secretary, he fails and the secretaries head blows up.

We realized that the soldiers were unable to penetrate our armor(mainly because the GM was using my 2 D4 up against +6 to Bullet armor). We decided to run for the intel cause they couldn't possibly hit us. My failure friend ran to the car to get his other weapon(he accidently only brought one of his weapons that was a failure pistol) while me and my other friend were surprised by our employers who were using us as a distraction to get the info themselves.

This is from the first D&D campaign I ever ran
After spending the night at a tavern the halfling ranger leaves his room
"You see a long corridor with five or so doors each side of the corridor, at the end a large angry looking ranger is guarding a door"
"Ah, this would be the room of the beautiful woman the bartender mentioned right?"
"Possibly"
"I stroll down the corridor"
"The ranger glares at you and loosens his sword"
"Okay, I sneak down the corridor!"
*rolls a 20*
"sigh, you somehow sneak down the corridor without any cover and get between him and the very locked door"
"I try to pick the lock"
*rolls a 1*
"You fail, the noise of your incessant failure alerts the guard to your presence and he picks you up" following this is ten minutes where the halfling ranger manages to talk his way out of a severe beating in-front of all the people in the corridor drawn by the commotion
"The guard drops you on the floor"
"I walk downstairs"
"I should mention that you're naked"
"I walk downstairs"

I'm going to have to resurrect this for a little bit from my first D&D Campaign ever. We come to a guarded town, one of the female players seduces a guard and succeeds, until the guard is reminded that he has a wife. WE are tehn given our quest from this town, which involves killing orcs.
So we return to the town and we don't smell too pretty, We're pretty much told that as we save the town we are allowed to stay in the town as long as we want. Cue the same player "I SLEEP WITH THE GUARD." She sleeps with the guard despite her current smell and the marital status of said guard.

Necro-post from the new guy.

First D&D campaign ever. I played a halfling thief. My father in law played a dwarven paladin. His best friend since high school decided that it'd be hilarious to shave half his beard while he slept. I decided it'd be even more hilarious if we dyed the remaining half pink. He was less than happy.

My best friend (in the same campaign) played a half orc warrior, who managed to find himself a +5 (I think) sword, paired with a hat that forced him to speak in rhyme. Being true to character, his rhymes weren't very good, but they got him the damage/hit bonuses he wanted. One night I stole the hat and became a rapping halfling thief. The party killed me shortly thereafter.