A first for an experienced GM

[Jhamin]

Tonight I had a first. I was called upon to judge a die.

While GMing a battle between Holocaust and my players an important hit roll was missed, but another player noticed that Bluebudda's brand new die was flawed. It had one corner missing.

I was asked to judge if the die was flawed for use. (It was)

I was then asked if unknowing use of a flawed die was grounds for a reroll (it was)

While the second call was par for the course for me, the first one was a novelty.

In my 15 years as a GM I've approved characters, determined NPC actions, aducated character actions, rolled random encounters, invoked GM fiat, and so many of the things that make a GM what they are.

This is the first hardware problem we have encountered.

I just somehow find that novel.

Bluebudda will be writing chessex to ask for a new die.

[Lord Quintus]

Interesting. I just got my brand new official HERO dice yesterday (the ones with the Logo for 1 and the pips for Normal Damage Body). I am happy to say they are unharmed.

[Blue]

Maybe this one should go in the amusing anecdotes thread, but I didn't remember it until this post:

As a teen, two of the players were very volatile and would throw dice or pencils. It wasn't any real anger; it was more to show frustration with what had happened, and it generally happened once a game. Nobody was insulted by it.

I had been rolling hot all evening, to the frustration of the GM who was trying to create more tension. It was Runequest I think, and I rolled a critical and my wimpy worshper of the healing goddess managed to brutally injure the minotaur on the first shot, impairing a leg! So much for the charge attacks.


The GM said, "He's still got hitpoints and is awake. He's going to throw his spear."

He barely makes the roll but hits well on damage.

"Ha! Take that!" he taunted.

"You haven't rolled hit location yet." I retorted, both of us just knowing he was going to blow the roll.

He took his percentile dice and hurled them at me. One hit the wall behind me and the other bounced off my left arm. Both rattled to the ground, inches from each other somehow. I looked down at the numbers. "That's a Hand hit," I called out.

He looked at the dice and I was right. The rest of the players burst into laughter as he tried to strangle me.

He then stomped on the dice with his heavy boots, cracking one in half.

The others finished off the minotaur while I healed my hand back to working shape.