Re: Quote of the Week from my gaming group...
OK, I read 42 pages before I couldn't resist anymore, and I apologize for how long this'll be. I'll do my best to be concise, but I have to set up what kind of people we, as a group, were.
The actual event in question isn't Champions, happened before I joined the group (only JUST before), and is more a situation than a quote. This is the kind of group, particularly while playing Champions, who would be trying to sneak into an enemy lair and break out into a fire-fight amongst each other in an argument gotten out of hand, usually over something stupid.
The incident in question centered around one of the less-respected of the group's members coming up with an epic, multi-session AD&D campaign that launched from a wayside inn. Nothing at all cliche, right? I think his mistake was, during the (literally) months he spent working on it, he couldn't stop building it up to the rest of the guys, how awesome it was gonna be! (This was the '80s, after all.)
When he finally got his chance to run it, the tavern/inn scenes went off without a hitch. What he had failed to notice was that, without any prior planning, the entire group had made evil characters of one flavor or another. During the night, while everyone else slept, ostensibly resting up for the next days' adventure, the thief and the ranger snuck through the entire inn and slaughtered every NPC in their sleep, butchered them, and put them in the pantry. The next morning, the party set themselves up in the inn and waited for the next caravan.
The DM, not sure how things were going to proceed, gave them the benefit of the doubt and went along with it, sending them a caravan. The party welcomed them with open arms, ran the inn as though nothing were amiss, and the bard in the group even entertained the guests, culminating in a "special song written just for the evening," which detailed the party's "adventures," how they'd "retired" to service other adventures, and finally a verse about the visitors, which ended with "And then we killed them!" This was the signal for the entire party to massacre the caravan, who was then added to the pantry.
This was allowed to continue for a few caravans before the DM stopped playing along, but everyone had fun completely derailing his game. For 20 years, the bard player has been trying to find that song, because he actually wrote it down. No luck, so far.
They also wondered why I never wanted to run a game...