Quote of the Week from my gaming group...

[Major Tom]

*nods* In a certain long-running D&D campaign I was in, I realised the GM had set us up for a situation where all the PCs and nearby NPCs would soon be "every man for himself".

I turned to the GM and growled "you bastard"

He was so pleased.

As it happened, Vitus was the only survivor, and after recovering from feeblemind, and as the only survivor avoided being renamed "Dances with Rust Monsters", legged it with an artifact that would shape the future of his homeworld.

Was this what ultimately wound up being the cause of Vitus' homeworld ceasing to exist (the artifact, I mean)?




Major Tom

[Manic Typist]

*nods* In a certain long-running D&D campaign I was in, I realised the GM had set us up for a situation where all the PCs and nearby NPCs would soon be "every man for himself".

I turned to the GM and growled "you bastard"

Um.... so, what happened???

[Drhoz]

Was this what ultimately wound up being the cause of Vitus' homeworld ceasing to exist (the artifact, I mean)?

Oddly enough not directly, altho it did destabilise reality a bit.

Um.... so, what happened???

Party had finally put together the clues as to what was about to happen in the Forbidden City, and why the various cults were getting so worked up, and just why the evil wizard we'd learnt about was very much working against a deadline.

There was a God-Egg about to hatch, and anybody in possession of it at the up-coming conjunction could have a direct say in the future direction of history when it did.

Naturally, the bad guys all backstabbed each other - and so did the party members. Or at least we all split up in a race to find it first.

Vitus survived because he was feebleminded early in the chase, was having a great time petting the Rust Monsters, and by the time he snapped out of it he was the only one still alive.

His choice of future was, to him, obvious "How can I ensure a good future for my world? By putting the gnolls in charge."

Needless to say it didn't quite work out that way.

[nexus]

Nexus, any idea who wrote that?

Afraid not.

I read it almost 20 yrs ago. I THINK the story was in an anthology called "Forbidden Acts" There might have been a series of them. The theme was really "edgy" stories.

[nexus]

From a post Apocalypse Hero game called: After the Burn. One PC, Bill Waits, was a broken shell of man left essentially emotionally dead after losing his family in the fall. Over the course of the game, he fell in love with another PC, Dylan Carter, a younger woman with an optimistic outlook and surprisingly sheltered background considering her hippie/granola girl up bringing. In any case, Dylan had started showing some of the early signs of pregnancy and mistook them for….radiation poisoning and thinking she's clearly going to die goes to Bill to say her farewells.

Bill: Calm down, baby, just tell me what's wrong?

Dylan (tearfully): Well…I feel so tired all the time and and… every morning I wake up feeling awful… throwing up and stuff. And well I haven't had a… ya know, for awhile. THAT time….

Bill: *pauses then grins* So… you're sick every morning.. huh. You might say you have a kind of Morning Sickness?

Dylan: *nods sadly then realization strikes. Not as intended* Oh No! It must have been those chocolate bars I found. They were radioactive! I should warn Cierra and Joanna (to other PCs)! They had some too!

Bills *sighs* Yes, you should definitely talk to other women about this. Now.

[jkwleisemann]

*nods* In a certain long-running D&D campaign I was in, I realised the GM had set us up for a situation where all the PCs and nearby NPCs would soon be "every man for himself".

I turned to the GM and growled "you bastard"

He was so pleased.

As it happened, Vitus was the only survivor, and after recovering from feeblemind, and as the only survivor avoided being renamed "Dances with Rust Monsters", legged it with an artifact that would shape the future of his homeworld.

Given what I remember about what happened to his homeworld... are you sure he won?

[Drhoz]

Given what I remember about what happened to his homeworld... are you sure he won?

Given the world got erased whilst he was elsewhere, he's quite certain somebody else is to blame. "Drunk whilst in control of a planet" perhaps.

[Houston GM]

We began creating characters for the new campaign. No exceptionally funny quotes, but it did remind me of a previous character creation situation with the group's munchkin.

The GM reviewed the munchkin's first draft...
GM: "You have Clinging, Energy Blast, Entangle, Force Field, Force Wall, Running, Stretching and Summoning in your Elemental Control. What is the common special effect that they all share?"
munchkin: "They're mucous powers."

(Long pause....)
GM: "I am not letting you run Snot-Boy as a superhero."

[Susano]

Session 4 of Farlanthia and we're all 2nd Level!

And we get to fight a dragon....

Wyk on negotiating with the dragon: "You look tastier than I do."
Marid on negotiating with the dragon: "I cast Glib Limerick, possibly for the last time."

On vermin in the grain stores:
Na'Yumi: "This is why we need cats!"
Calidore: "To feed the snakes?"

Calidore on our tactics versus an evil cult and their undead: "If I die from this can I come back and haunt Wyk?"

[nexus]

GM: "I am not letting you run Snot-Boy as a superhero."

I've been online way too long. I can't tell if that's a disgusting concept or awesome.

[Susano]

I've been online way too long. I can't tell if that's a disgusting concept or awesome.

Snot-man was a Wild Cards joker. But he just dripped masses of mucus. Then he became infected by Typhoid Croyd and became the Reflector... one of the most powerful aces ever.

How powerful? He was hit by and subway train and absorbed it's kinetic energy, leaving it sitting on the tracks. Reflector was unharmed and walked away with so much absorbed energy the rest arced from his body to the third rail. No idea ow strong he was... but someone did some mental math and decided to run away.

[ghost-angel]

Some quotes from the game a couple weeks ago:

The Heroes arrive at Mount Olympus:
Enigma: “Oh f*** me!”
Inertia: “Be careful saying that - these are the Greek gods. And if you see a swan – run!”

A massive bolt of lighting KOs Freyja:
BTL: “We’re gonna hope that was a charged item.”

BTL aborts to dodge:
GM: (whining) “But... But I just rolled 26 on 5d6... And it's Killing Damage!”

GM: “Baba Yaga steps backwards and starts singing some sort of spell...”
BTL: “Does my Flash defense help?”
GM: “Her singing isn't THAT bad!”

Promethean has been flashed:
GM: (to Promethean) “The disembodied hands move towards you…”
Promethean: (shrugs) “I'm blinded, remember?”
Inertia: “What, do they snap their fingers as they come like in West Side Story?”
Enigma (OOC): “I did that in the grocery store the other day…”

Inertia: (OOC to BTL) “Are you doing okay?”
BTL: (Very OOC) “I’m out cold, does that count?”

Inertia (OOC): “Can you close the curtains? BTL’s playing Pretty Bird.”

Enigma has a cylinder of Magic Suppression Rounds for her .38; which she uses on the darkness surrounding Promethean.
Promethean: I'm sorry did you just attack the darkness and it went away?
Built To Last: With a Magic Missile no less!

[Ockham's Spoon]

Promethean has been flashed:
GM: (to Promethean) “The disembodied hands move towards you…”
Promethean: (shrugs) “I'm blinded, remember?”
Inertia: “What, do they snap their fingers as they come like in West Side Story?”
Enigma (OOC): “I did that in the grocery store the other day…”

"Could it be? Yes, it could.
Something's coming, something good,
If I can wait!
Something's coming, I don't know what it is,
But it is
Gonna be great!"

Great quote!

[ghost-angel]

As far as I'm concerned - the grocery store is a captive audience and I take full advantage of that whenever possible.

[matrix3]

As far as I'm concerned - the grocery store is a captive audience and I take full advantage of that whenever possible.

My friend "J" was wandering around town late one night, and while meandering through the 24 hour grocery store, noticed an empty pallet in the produce section. It was there to eventually support a box of watermelons or somesuch, but he just saw a raised area...and since all the world's a stage, he hopped up and recited Mark Antony's speech from Julius Caesar to an empty store. He then hopped down, and wandered back out onto the streets. A couple minutes later a cop car rolled up to the curb.

"Were you just in the IGA reciting Shakespeare?"

"Yes, I was."

"...well, we got called by the night manager. Don't do it again."

And the cop car pulled away. No explanation as to why he couldn't do it again, there was nobody in the store to disturb, but J decided not to bother reciting Shakespeare in the IGA again.