Your most epic/hilarious tabletop RPG moments

[Alexander The So-so]

Today, I finished off a Doctor Who-themed tabletop RPG campaign that I had been a part of with my boyfriend and our group of friends for the past year. My boyfriend was the GM, and in the climax of our adventure, we had to prevent an invasion of Earth by a race of shape-shifting aliens (who frequently take the form of famous cultural figures) who had been interfering with the course of our past adventures in order to distract us and keep us from interfering in their plot. After fighting to escape from their clutches, we used our TARDIS to travel to the early days of Torchwood in the Victorian Era, and warn them that an invasion by these shape-shifting aliens who take the form of cultural figures was going to occur at an unspecified time in the future, and to be ready.

So after that, we returned to the present time, to find that we had succeeded, and the invasion had been thwarted sometime in history. One of us got curious and asked when, exactly, Torchwood had managed to thwart this invasion.

From there, one member of our group improvved that the invasion had happened in the 1980’s.

Rolling with it, my boyfriend improvved that the alien had impersonated Max Headroom (the first 80s cultural figure that sprung to mind).

As soon as I heard that, I myself improvved that, in fact, the real-life infamous 1987 Max Headroom pirate broadcast incident in Chicago had, in fact, been a coded alien signal from these aliens in disguise, and this has been what had tipped Torchwood off thanks to our warning.

Finally, in the cherry on top, one other friend happened to look the real-life footage of that incident up on his phone, and we remembered: in real life, that pirate TV broadcast incident had interrupted, of all things, a Doctor Who special.

And thus, through the magic of sheer, accidental improv comedy genius, the final chapter of our Doctor Who tabletop RPG campaign ended with our entire group of players doubled over in hysterical laughter as we all realized that, collectively, we had all solved the mystery of the Max Headroom Incident, and that this explanation for that event was totally going to be our headcanon answer to that real-life historical mystery, and an inside joke we were going to share between us for years to come.

Any other funny or cool stories from an other tabletop RPG players here?

[jagilki]

Bard.

Group is investigating an abandoned Inn outside a city under siege.

Guards show up.

Decide to pretend to be Inn-keepr

Super Success.

Sell them food and drink.

Become convinced I'm the greatest Inn-keeper in the world for rest of campaign.

-edit-

Later in campaign, hiding out in "house of ill repute" when it turns out the "ladies of the night" are going to drug us and kidnap us. I have to roll to be the one to perceive this and save the entire group.

Critical Failure.

[Cyno]

We were doing a D&D 3.5E game and my lowbie cleric singlehandedly wiped out an entire encounter's worth of skeletons in a single round with her Turn Undead check. They were all grouped up together within a crowded space and I rolled a natural 20.

[The Spelunker!]

I have a few LARP stories that are amusing.

I once managed to, as a group of 5 of us entered a room full of treasure in a game where we were dealing with a bunch of zombies inside a mansion, take all the props as I entered, hide them in my coat, and sell the idea that someone else beat us to them. No one proceeded to question me at all about the fact that a few minutes later I had a necklace that could control the undead.


In another one, a 50's teen sci-fi game was the Russian spy/town drunk. I convinced the military people that I finally wanted to shape up and wanted to help with all the weird stuff going on in town. I proceeded to get further and further trusted, being given weapons, a jeep to travel with, free access to the secret government base, and the like. I even manage to get alone in this building. I proceed to swipe all the random tech they have lying about no longer protected, and blackmail or otherwise cajole all the mad scientists in their base into giving Russia their secrets and defecting. I ended up going home with a something like 3 doomsday devices, a mind control device, all the top scientists, and an army of giant radioactive lizards. And people still hadn't figured out that I had been doing all these things until the postgame reveal.


In a third, it was a convention LARP for about 40 that they ended up overselling or something, and 47 or so people show up. They handed out all the characters, and even their backups. I end up getting no envelope, no character sheet or anything, just being told that I'm a waiter for this game taking place in a submarine version of the Titanic. Lovecraftian horror and submarine failure terror ensues, and I somehow ended up with people believing that I knew way more than I did and that I was somehow important enough to be one of the 5 people selected to get off in the escape vehicle. All I did was offer to help people with whatever problems they came to me with and implied I didn't know much of my own history (as I didn't have anything on paper or given to me by a GM.)

[the2ndevil]

I played D&D when I was 14.

I was playing a Natural Werewolf. He didn't transform by the moon, he was in control of his transformation.

Party encountered a rotting beast. I decide to do the transformation. It takes three rounds. Party fails their observation rolls, I do my roll. 20. A Critical. I do the back up roll. 20. It's backed up. I roll for what the critical is. 00.

DM checks the book, and my guy ended up transforming, running up to the rotting beast, and decapitated it.

Only critical I ever managed to succeed at.

[El Pollo Guerrera]

Haven't played in years...

Was part of a high-fantasy D&D-type game, the other three players chose classes with high morality and structures to their beliefs (paladin, cleric, ranger)... and I chose a thief. The group was 'randomly in the area' when a god/otherworldly being bestowed a quest onto us, and the other three stepped forward to accept the task, and then they all look at me...

It was a fun game, I got to be 'comic relief' for some overly serious players, I played the character to at least grow a bit with his loyalty to the other players, I did advise and protect the others from threats that were more 'on my level'. Also, I made the character to be non-violent, and had a weapon specialization in "lasso", which came in very handy in a fight on a boat against a sea serpent, I managed a critical hit to lasso it's mouth closed.



Later, a CyperPunk game...

I had two characters, one was a mechanic/inventor who took care of the team's equipment, and a second who was a martial artist working with the team. Apparently (and I frankly don't remember it) during a game that ran into the wee hours of the morning, my two characters got into a major argument over not treating the weapons with care. An argument that lasted about 15 minutes, where I was yelling back and forth to myself. That had everyone else on the floor laughing.

[Deleted]

Played in a Conan D20 game with my two best friends, one the DM and a huge Robert E. Howard fan and the other playing a Lovecraftian sailor. It was an urban game set in Shadizar and I played a Zamoran thief. We were deep in the intrigue of the city and the sailor was like, "Screw this, we need to get out. We're in too deep," and I said something like, "No, we need to go deeper. The only way out is through."

Wish that game went longer.

[A Platypus Rave]

me and my group are followijng someone two of us fail our stealth rolls the last one crit so was hidden still... we come out into the light of the cave...

hands up... and talking to them.

the idiot rogue that was still hidden yelled something out...

I did a quick thinking terrible lie... and rolled a 20 on my deception... the guy believed the cave was sentient and magical.

[Deleted]

My players today were taking several sick soldiers down river to the port city of Nyanzaru from their camp in the jungle. A typhoon had kicked up at one point, forcing them to bunker down for days (and wrackin up the fees with their guide). They decided to push through bad weather and promptly crashed the boats, killing all of the men. The sailor of the party sees the bodies floatin away and goes "Well shit. They're gonna make it back to town before we do."

[The Unconquered Sun]

long time ago, we were playing Rifts (I've since come to hate it, but details) anyways the GM came up with this monster he called a Medusa Snake. it was a colossal snake body but where it's head should have been there were hundreds of snakes attached surrounding a "mouth".
i mean hundreds of snakes. including many constrictor snakes that had grabbed my Crazy and were dragging him towards the mouth.
another player said "use a fusion bomb in his mouth!" and i think my response was "capital idea old sport!" and used a bomb not 3 feet away from me. remember i was playing a Crazy.
the bomb did nothing to the Medusa Snake, but did leave me messed up.

[Baldobomb-22-OH-MAN!!!]

One time my party was dealing with an obsequious Dwarf king who insisted in being referred to by all 10 or 11 sobriquets he'd acquired over the years. So you had to address him as "king do and So, doer of such and such, so forth, therefore, and also x y z" (please don't ask me to remember it all, it was like 15 sentences). So our party spokesperson did it about 3 times but by the fourth time he got tired and just called him "king so and So". Our DM (the spokesman's brother in law) intoned "aren't you forgetting something?" And out flustered leader responded (to the DM , not in character) "WHY ARE YOU SUCH A BITCH?!?!?". the DM clarified if this was in character and our leader was lik3 "... YES!".... So we ended up having to break out of a dwarven prison.

[Dub H]

DND 3.5 ,playing usual good cleric. I bond with the bandits hog, DM makes hog die to a stray arrow,I spend all my healing on him,he still dies.I manage to make myself cry on purpose.

[Goldenbane]

We were playing Vampire: The Masquerade 2nd edition, I was playing an elder Gangrel, one friend was playing an elder Catiff, and the last friend was playing an ordinary Brujah.

We were tasked by the Camerilla to return a very powerful and influential vampire's expensive car back to him. My character, born in the late 1600's, and the other elder...born during ancient Roman gladiator times, insisted on riding up front...with the gladiator declaring he would drive. (The Brujah was from the 1950's or so). When asked by the GM, the gladiator player admitted he had absolutely no points in the drive skill whatsoever...so he's forced to make extremely difficult checks to try to control the dang car! What is supposed to be such a terrifying and dark horror RPG, becomes a hilarious comedy as 2 dumbass elder vampires just trash the car and make an absolute mess of the highway! The Brujah cried out for me to "take the wheel!!!" only to learn, I had no points in the drive skill either, LOL! I use my potence discipline (Super strength power for Vampires...Gangrel don't oridinarily start with this, but you can buy it with extra points) to rip the steering wheel right off the axis, and ask "where do you want me to take it?" The Brujah is really upset (and frightened of being in a uncontrolled speeding vehicle!) and asks why I don't know how to drive! I tell him "I'm a Gangrel elder, lad! If I ever wanted to go anywhere, I just turn into a bat, or turn into mist and fly away!"

We get the influential vampire's completely trashed and wrecked car back to his home, then head back for our base. Unfortunately we took too long and the sun was coming up. The gladiator warns us that "We must find shelter quickly!" and like a couple of assholes, the Brujah and I use our Protean power (a vampire ability that allows for shape shifting and various other things) to sink into the earth, where we'll be safe and can sleep in peace. "You're right! Bye!" The gladiator, pretty pissed off just shakes his head and runs off. "Dicks." he mutters.

[Allie Kitsune]

I've maybe had less than 20 total sessions of ANY tabletop RP, split between D&D 3, and Old WoD.

However :

-D&D 3, the DM let me use Illusionist class rules to make a sort of time-displaced technology using character. There's a point where something's happening outside of the camp the party is staying in for the night, and every character except mine gets all gung-ho to go out and investigate.

I'm the only one who doesn't get abducted.

-Old WoD. This one's kind of meta. The ST decided that he didn't particularly like me (partially because I picked a character and backstory that made it hard for him to do the plot he wanted; a Silver Fang with a Forced Transformation at the Sense of Vampires, due to (most of) his family being wiped out by the Giovanni) and always tried to set things up to kill me off so that I couldn't come to the sessions anymore. The rest of the players constantly bound together to keep me alive and offset any time a bad dice roll meant that the ST actually had a chance to kill me off. His constant frustration at that started to get pretty entertaining.