This weekend, we were playing D&D, and we are fighting cultists of Asmodeus. The DM always pronounced it kind of odd, a lot like "Amadeus" but starting with "Oz". So after the second time, I couldn't restrain myself, and as a joke, starting singing the refrain of Amadeus by Falco (but instead substituting Asmodeus as the DM was pronouncing it). Then two others joined me. When we stopped, another member felt the need to point out "you guys are huge nerds".
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So, what are the oddest things that have "just happened" while playing D&D?
This weekend, we were playing D&D, and we are fighting cultists of Asmodeus. The DM always pronounced it kind of odd, a lot like "Amadeus" but starting with "Oz". So after the second time, I couldn't restrain myself, and as a joke, starting singing the refrain of Amadeus by Falco (but instead substituting Asmodeus as the DM was pronouncing it). Then two others joined me. When we stopped, another member felt the need to point out "you guys are huge nerds".
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Dude, they sell T-shirts with Asmodeus wearing sunglasses that say "Rock Me Asmodeus" on them... :D
Dude, they sell T-shirts with Asmodeus wearing sunglasses that say "Rock Me Asmodeus" on them... :D
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You know how it goes. Make an animal bigger, give it spikes and it's now a Dire Whatever. So we were doing what we call a "Seinfeld d20" session in which the party faces such horrors as meeting the rent, doing the laundry, clipping the familiar's claws, regular stuff. Great goofing around games there. Vaath, the party's lone hireling, has promised the party a chicken dinner at his apartment. I had Vaath roll against Nature to see if he knew how to properly prepare a chicken. He started with a live chicken and rolled a 1. The chicken went berserk. Pots and pans were clattering all over the kitchen, and yells and screams accompanied the sound of five worthy adventurers and their hireling getting their butts handed to them by a panicked chicken. the chicken in question made her desperate escape via the front room and darted down the hall, vanishing into the alleys of Fallcrest. When the authorities arrived to investigate the ruckus, the chicken, formerly a simple brown hen past her laying age, had somehow transformed into a ravenous beast with fangs and poison tipped feathers that ended in razor-sharp barbs. Local sages believe it to be a hybrid cockatrice of some sort, and locals are advised not to approach any stray chickens that they can't readily identify as theirs.
As a result, the party now freezes up whenever they hear "buck-buck-buck-buck..."
(I know the menu says that's a turkey, but it looks like a chicken to me.) Naturally, I like to send them past farms whenever I can...Just for fun.
Oh, and an Half-orc Barbarian raped the Pelor priest, whilst the halfling rogue was juggling with Alchemic Fire, but failed on his roll and set fire to the WHOLE city.
Dire chickens.
We had a campaign once back in 2nd ed. where we had a running gag about weird things just randomly appearing out of nowhere, running screaming across wherever the PCs were at the time, and then running off into the distance never to be seen again. (Which is why it was the "running" gag, lol)
For example, one time there was a young noblewoman saying something very poignant at the funeral of a slain local hero, something about going to meet his destiny - it was a very tragic, emotional moment. And our fighter chose that exact moment to anounce that a giant anthropomorphic rabbit in a red jacket and waistcoat ran past waving a pocketwatch and screaming about how he was late for a very important meeting. :D
The unspoken rule was that anybody could declare a run-through, but it had to be at a totally unexpected moment, and you couldn't call one just to try to get a laugh. It either had to be just absolutely bizarre (like a dwarf with it's head on fire running through a wedding) or something really witty, like the fighter's Wonderland reference.
If somebody called one and the group thought it was just crappy or stupid, we got to hand out punishments like rocks falling on their character and doing 10 hp of damage.
Anyhoo, the party was travelling through a barren rocky area while the DM really poured on the middle-of-nowhere description, and the peyote scene from Young Guns suddenly popped into my head at the exact moment that the DM was saying...
"...haven't seen even a lizard for more than an hour..."
"When a man with a dead plant in his wide-brimmed hat comes charging over the rise to the left waving a crossbow and shouting, "Did You See The Size Of That Chicken?!?", and runs off into the distance shooting the crossbow back the way he came at something none of you can see..."
Everybody laughed. But then we noticed the DM flipping through a book, and we sobered up because we figured there was an encounter coming up soon.
Desert nomads? Giant scorpions? Blue dragon?
Nope.
We came over the rise (not the one to the left, the one in front of us) and were immediately charged by a twelve-foot-tall giant chicken...
Battling Ring tones (just like battling banjos except with so many annoying ring tones.)
We came over the rise (not the one to the left, the one in front of us) and were immediately charged by a twelve-foot-tall giant chicken...
Arise chicken! Arise! (cookie for correct reference guess)
Arise chicken! Arise! (cookie for correct reference guess)
Billy Witch Doctor have one convenient location... in Africa.
It became a running joke to call him other random things.
Xanatos
Fence Post
French Toast
Provost
Zantac
Xylophone
Etc.
And then there was another game which involved a Lord whose name was pronounced (ah-Shot) but was spelled, in fact, asshat, without having meant to. This, needless to say, resulted in severe disruption.
Okay, that tops my spontaneous NPC. I needed a proud, regal, and slightly overbearing noble. So I came up with this guy who was overly proud of his family lineage:
PC: Good afternoon, sir. And you are?
NPC: Lord Hardwick! Every inch a Hardwick!
We were fighting Chuuls recently and by the end of the battle we were singing popular songs that had words we could substitute with Chuul. The best one was Paul Simon's "Me and Chuulio Down By The Schoolyard."
Billy Witch Doctor have one convenient location... in Africa.
So I play in a FR game and we were in the Dire Wood finding ghosts when I belted out
"When there's something strange, in the Dire Wood. Who you gonna call?"
At this point, one of our elf rangers who thinks he is a superhero yells out, "Elven Justice!"
That stopped the game for a few minutes, the timing was perfect.
Like, someone had the base D&D 3.5 set, that came with little tokens for the players and enemies. Well, we picked what fit us best, whether it worked for the character or not. Thus, the Ninja picked the Rogue's little token. Well, the Ninja was supposed to be an attractive female. (group of 8 guys, 2-3 would play females just so we didn't have 8 male adventurers) The token had the face of the rogue from the base set, who had a mustache and goatee.
I'm not sure if it ever happened, but the group plotted to get one guy (who wasn't there when this discussion happened, when the token was first selected for that character) to roleplay what I'll call a "romantic encounter" with the female ninja. They even wrote up a "DM's Box-o-text" for me (the DM) to read during their "first kiss". It was long, drawn out, and ended with "her mustache tickles your nose".
That's probably the one thing the group talks about more than anything else. They halted the session about 10 minutes in (during the "set-up" phase, they hadn't even finished introducing their characters to begin adventuring), and randomly halt everything for 10-15 minutes when they remember it during later sessions.
What derailed this is that during the last session with them the party sorcerer said something in character to offend the party necromancer. "I'm not really friends with her, shes just some creepy undead using chick who I work with." The Necro spent the next 6 months planning a way to get back at her when they got back.
Her final plan; hire a halfling actor to hug her when she woke up and shout "mommy I'm so glad to see you ok!"
I briefly played a character named Shi'thead.
We were fighting Chuuls recently and by the end of the battle we were singing popular songs that had words we could substitute with Chuul. The best one was Paul Simon's "Me and Chuulio Down By The Schoolyard."
Did you do anything by L.L. Chuul J? ;)
...and were immediately charged by a twelve-foot-tall giant chicken...
Chicken Boo, what's the matter with you?
You don't act like the other chickens do.
You wear a disguise to look like human guise.
But you're not a man, you're a Chicken Boo.
I have a bad habit of breaking out into song ... mid combat.
I had a ranger in 3.5 who had led (okay, "led" might be too intentional a word, lol) a bunch of badguys away from the main party in a forrest...
I'm hiding out behind a tree as these guys are closing in and start humming under my breath - Alice In Chains' Rooster...
"Heeeereee they come to kill the ranger..." :D
I also did another version of that with a 4th ed. character that I'd made up, a fairly creepy Eladrin feylock - I was just running an adventure in my head, sort of a freeform story exercise, letting my subconscious make things up as the story went along.
The warlock gets separated from the rest of the party when he uses his teleportation to get through a portcullis gate that the BBEG dropped in front of the party in order to do his final monologue before running off with the hostage the party's been trying to rescue. He chases the bad guys out the exit into an open field so he can at least see which way they went before he goes back for the rest of the party.
And finds the BBEG on a horse, with the hostage strapped to another horse behind him, and two badass bugbears turning toward him and pulling out really honking big axes.
The BBEG is riding off, the hostage he was holding is lying unconscious on the ground because she was tied to the horse that the warlock just shot out from under her (yes, I action pointed and blew a daily to kill the horse, lol, but hey, it was the only way to keep the guy from running off with her...), and the bugbears are stalking toward the warlock with murder in their eyes.
And this little voice inside my head starts singing a "Rooster"-inspired verse...
"Gaunt and tall Eladrin man/
Eldritch power in his right hand/
Gonna make his final stand/
Here they come to kill the warlock"
Can you tell I'm fond of that song? :D
"Open the gate!"
"Open the gate!"
"People outside, open the gate!"
"Is someone opening the gate?"
"Yes, I'm opening the gate right now!"
"Whoa! Someone's opening the gate! What's going on?"
"People outside!"
"Gate's almost open!"
Now I'm not sure where his original inspiration from this came from, but to me personally, it came off as very Monty-Python, and everytime we would leave, instead of him handwaving us out of the city, I'd make it a point to yell "Open the gate!" and he'd get caught up and do the whole thing over again.
During our next campaign in the same city, he had a small "personnel" door installed so we wouldn't have to use the gate
The DM obviously wanted us to be really impressed with this guy, but my rogue, being the cocky type, just wasn't buying it. So I pulled my crossbow on him. His quick reflexes kick in and he tries to distract me with some blinding powder and tumble towards me. DM makes the mistake of rolling where we can see... It's a 1. 3.5 and we were using critical fails, but DM obviously wants him to be REALLY awesome, so he explains it away as "he slightly loses balance, but because hes' such a practiced rogue, it'll only come across as a negative on the disarm attempt he's going to make on you." We make him roll where we can see it. Once again, he rolls a 1. But no, he's not content with this, and gives him a second attempt at a disarm with his off hand because he's ambidexterous. Third 1 in a row...
At this point everybody is either on the floor laughing, or flailing around the room doing their best "star wars kid" impression. The DMPC, "Jimmy the Hand" got the petname "Jimmy the Handicapped" from us. Everytime we saw him in the future, we'd put on our best impressions of Jimmy from south park and say "Hey G-g-guys, What's g-g-goin on?"
The other thing that I randomly do is in the few times that I don't actually have music playing, my mind starts inventing music to play. I'll get completely random songs stuck in my head, and I can't concentrate on anything until I start tapping out the beat or sing the lyrics under my breath. For some reason, it happened to me today with Electric de Chocobo from Final Fantasy VII.