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[noxincane]

Most memorable DND experience.

I killed my half orc slave, then I cut off his dick and went back to the Inn and I snuck up to a party members room picked the lock and hit him with sleeping gas. Then I used magical thread to sew the half orcs penis to his head then I used fey step back to my room.

[Zikke]

Horrible way to start a great topic....

[ekolis]

Well, there was this time where I was in this really weird adventure trying to rescue some farmer's chickens, and we were fighting all these basilisks or something, and we found these little chickens inside boxes (which the NPC paladin had some sort of fetish for twisting their necks around)... all the time not realizing that the farmer's "chickens" were in fact the basilisks we were slaying, and not the "chickens-in-the-box" that we were collecting! :P

Not to mention "mock the dead dragon's skull... OK, the ceiling collapses as you have angered the spirit of the dead dragon!" Or the "exploding Milky Way bar" quest... or the whiny "I'm tired... I'm hungry... I'm bleeeeeeding!" NPC...

/me wonders if insane dungeon master Dan is around anywhere...

[buzzkill]

I killed my half orc slave, then I cut off his dick and went back to the Inn and I snuck up to a party members room picked the lock and hit him with sleeping gas. Then I used magical thread to sew the half orcs penis to his head then I used fey step back to my room.

This is disturbing on so many levels. Yet, I'm curious as to the rolls/skill checks needed to accomplish such a task and what class was your character (thief/seamstress)? I hope you were wearing your Gloves of Orcish Neutering. Why kill your own slave, are anonymous orcs so hard to find. Has your DM been released from the insane asylum yet? Despite my extensive D&D experience, I don't think I've ever used the following terms during game play: "cut off his dick", "sleeping gas", "magical thread", and "orcs penis".

[aeneas]

I don't think I've ever used the following terms during game play: "cut off his dick", "sleeping gas", "magical thread", and "orcs penis".

When I was in my early 20s (lo, these many years) I DMed a campaign that had (at least IMHO ) an unusual degree of depth and sophistication. It was in some respects quite successful- about 10-12 people would show up at my house every Sunday, and a few players played for almost 2 years without missing very many sessions. But the players were a rowdy, and often quite intoxicated bunch. I got very careful about how I phrased things after a while. Two of my biggest mistakes: "...where two can walk abreast" and "You come upon a hummock" (which doesn't make a lot of sense actually- I mean, you would have seen the hummock a ways off, I imagine).

The biggest challenge in that game was that the players were really unpredictable (I think internecine squabbles killed almost as many of them as combat did), and I was trying to avoid putting them on rails as much as possible, so I had to be prepared for them to suddenly decide to journey a thousand miles in one play session.

[Zikke]

I play D&D regularly even now, about every 2 to 4 weeks with a few friends. Our DM (who is great at it) privately rolls wandering monster checks when our group gets chatty IRL. It's a nice subtle way of keeping us focused.

No computer game engine can ever truly provide the infinite degree of freedom and creativity of a good game of D&D.

[aeneas]

I Our DM (who is great at it) privately rolls wandering monster checks when our group gets chatty IRL.

I eventually resorted to throwing things at people- just massy enough to sting, but not massy enough to injure. But we were pretty much barbarians back then. I used to have pretty big parties (think >100 people) on Saturday nights at that house, so we were often playing in a fair bit of rubble anyway.

I remember one night someone who worked at Dunkin Donuts went there and got a garbage bag full of donuts that were slated for the trash. They then came back to my house and spent an enjoyable hour or so tossing them, one by one, into my somewhat overpowered ceiling fan. Unfortunately they were mainly chocolate cream donuts. I was not amused, but at least I had plenty of ammunition for DnD. About a year later I found the last bit of chocolate cream (I think- mwahahaha), stuck to the inside of my front door just above eye level. Good times, though you couldn't pay me enough to repeat them.

[Zikke]

Now I want a donut. brb