Just thought we could use a thread for people to post about various moments they've experianced in gaming, be it funny events, foolish anecdotes or horrific memories.

If you post it, they will come.

Probably my scariest moment in gaming was a few years previous, when I was a player in a Call Of Cthulhu RPG without actually knowing what Call Of Cthulhu was. None of the players did, truth be told. I learnt later that the scenario we had played was essentially H.P. Lovecrafts 'Rats In The Walls'. Considering I hadn't expected a horror RPG, and we were only told that it would be a 1920s 'Real-World' setting, I certainly didn't expect the horror I was to witness.

There were no combat sequences, and really only minimal roleplaying. But I did not sleep that night, nor for the next few nights after it.

Probably the highlight of the evening came when we where exploring the ancestral estate that was the setting, delving deep into tunnels that did not exist on the building plan and the GM describing the slow, dragging sounds of claws and fur on stone as we descended deeper.

I actually heard these noises. I thought I was going mad. After the game was over (some 2 months later), I was told he had a CD player and was playing various sounds on as low a volume as possible, hidden underneath the table.

I've been hooked on Lovecraft ever since.

Another moment:

There was the moment I realised I'd been gaming too long with the same lads. We were playing a D&Dish game, hunting for a dingus called the 'Hand of Neckabar' or something. A larger, more powerful group hired by the local church were trying to get the dingus too. Towards the end of the quest, after we had found most of the disassembled hand and reassembled it, this group caught us in an ambush in a back-alley - assassins with crossbows on the surrounding roofs, rentathugs blocking all the ground-level exits. Their leader, a big bristly cleric or something, stepped up and demanded in the GM's best Darth Vader impersonation, "Give Me The Hand!"

Without pausing, thinking or looking at each other, we all burst into applause.

It went badly after that, but hey.

Had a lot of fun once with a Star Wars game. We were snooping around some Imperial governor's party that we'd infiltrated, when myself (the inevitable wookie) and another guy walked right into the guards' barracks, where a few dozen heavily-armed combat professionals stopped their dice-playing to eye us out with great suspicion. So, thinking at abnormally high speed, I explained that the party was so terribly dull, same old nonsense every time, and would they mind awfully if we joined their game for a while.

Of course, it all came out as "Rrrahao rhaooaagh rhhagarrra!", and I was lucky as hell I had a partner to translate for me, but after carefully losing several rounds to them, we were able to say good night and walk out with our skins.

Our previous set of characters were less lucky. After single-handedly capturing a Mon Calamari cruiser (which was, in hindsight, civilian, unarmed and defenceless) and wiping out hundreds of stormtroopers in a single skirmish (service elevator filled to capacity + thermal grenade thrown down shaft = fish in barrel), we may have become a leeeeettle bit cocky. When our plan to infiltrate an imperial base disguised as maintenance crew failed on square one, somebody decided we weren't going to namby around anymore and pulled a blaster rifle on the gate guards. It was all over in 3 or 4 combat rounds, and only the yellow-bellied Jedi got away.

In my first (and, so far, only) game of GURPS, the character creation was boring me to tears, so I decided to turn my character into a Warcraft II peasant, complete with a habit of randomly taking instructions from some unseen director in the sky. The GM smiled and let me carry on, so I took it too far. The game started with my character chopping down trees somewhere. A portal opens, a damsel-in-distress (Class E) comes through, begs for help, then gets dragged back through the portal by villainous-looking guys in black armour. The portal remains open. I keep on chopping wood. After all, I'm a peasant, not a bloody paladin. If the GM wanted a daring chase through the portal and into the plot, he should have ordered an elven ranger, or at least a woodsman without obsessive compulsive tendencies.

The GM was totally stumped, and had no way of getting my character off square one, which was (perhaps a little foolishly) his prerequisite for getting everyone else together. I think we probably moved right on to a game of Baulderdash. (It's only just occured to me how easily he could have worked around the problem: Who's better suited to play the giant mouse-pointing master in the sky than the GM?)

Some characters, however interesting and original, just aren't practical.

I hope by gaming you mean all things games and not just that of the table top variety or I'll feel rather foolish. With that, on to what would be one of my most memorial moments in gaming.

Back in 2000 I was quite the video game enthusiast, played many a First Person Shooter and belonged to many different clans. Yet this year was special, for the first time a world wide event was planned collecting champions from different nations to represent their Country through video game competition. It was called The World Cyber Game Championships. (WCG)

I never really was one for fierce competition but this event called to me, it was the first of it's kind and those that qualified got a ticket to Seoul, Korea to play against the best in the world. Now me being fairly skilled in Unreal Tournament at the time I believed I had a good chance at making the top 4, top 4 would go to Korea.

Anyway, jumping forward to the tournament.

The first few I faced off against were like warm up matches, took care of them easily. Then came the challenge for 5th place, my mentor to Unreal Tournament. Of all people for me to face, the very person that I trained with and learned the finer points to the game. Thankfully I won the draw for which map to pick, so naturally I picked my best one. Forget the name but it was a smaller map with limited room for large battles, more room for close combat. Perfect for me and my weapon of choice, the flak cannon. We duked it out, it was a close battle. He almost had me with getting the invisibility belt 75% of the time but I managed to defeat my mentor. First time ever doing so, was a proud day for me.

I went on to face Sinnah for 4th place, I wanted to do the match that day but it was decided it was too late in the day and was postponed to the next day. (Sadly I was not able to take advantage of the natural high I had from beating my mentor) So the next morning we continued. The map was not one I was known for being good at, it was another tight spaced map but required you to secure the armor in order to have the upper hand which was at the top of the level. It had all the best weapons laid across the map but the chaingun was key, I was not good with it but got in some practice before hand. So the match starts, I got a good spawn point and got to the armor first. I mow him down with the chaingun as he tries to multi-rocket me, this continues for several gun fights as I continue to control the armor. Then I got cocky... With a misplaced flak grenade I missed him as he got a lucky shot off and blasted me with a multi-rocket fire from the rocket launcher. The tide changed in his favor and he began his assault. I continued to press on when finally I managed to get back control of the armor but alas... it was too late, the match was over and he was ahead.

That is my sad yet most memorial tale in gaming.

I cant think of anything so I'll just give you the play by play version of a lost planet match I played the other day.

At first it seemed normal until the host decided that the tower in the center of the map was his "sage tower." This prompted many attempts by myself and the other player to lay seige to and conquer this "sage tower." Unfortunately, when the nut in the tower has a giant homing laser, it isn't really that easy. So, I ended up grappling hookin' on up to the tower and hid under him to several minutes until he was distracted. then I leaped up onto the tower and began firing in what seemed to be his direction. It turns out it wasnt but the shots scared him shitless and he leaped over a ledge. In a way, I kinda won but the bugger still had his "sage gun" and it took about 30 seconds for him to kill me and reclaim the damned tower

Alright,
I am a veteran DnD player, but a very novice Vampire: The Gathering player. With the help of the storyteller I had converted a lvl33 Druid/Wizard to a 2nd Gen Toreador who had just come out of torpor. I had a base set up and was just starting to have fun when I was 'invited' to the local court or whatever. While there I claimed to be of much higher gen than I was, and if you've played VTG you know that each clan has three special powers, but higher gens have more, regardless of clan. I had a whole shitload, and I also had quite a few virtues, all the ones that make you look mortal. So the primogen of this city is accusing me of being mortal, and to prove my vampiritude I use the protean power to turn my eyes red. And then realize that Toreadors aren't supposed to be able to use Protean. Duh.

Well, that was really rambley, but if you play Vampire you might find it funny.

Alright, the details on this DnD run are a bit sketchy, but here goes.

I believe theres 4 of our group in a castle/keep like place. We open a door into a room which contains one of the very enemies we seeked to kill. Initiative was rolled. The order was to be Zane, our half-elf rogue/sorcerer. Then Dameon, our Half-demon warrior. Next was myself with Salari, human warrior. Then the enemy and whoever was our 4th man.
Zane rushes into the room to attack.
Rolls a 1.
BAM! Poor Zane crashes onto the table in the middle of the room.
Dameon attacks, also running into the room.
Rolls a 1.
BAM! He falls ontop of Zane ontop of the table.
Salari scoffs (hes a bit arrogant) and yells out "Let me show you pansies how its done."
Salari charges in.
I roll a 1.
Salari crashes down upon both Dameon and Zane and the table breaks under out combined weight.

The enemy loses a turn from laughing so hard.

So I was playing Magic: The Gathering (shut up, it's fun, dammit!) and getting my ass handed to me by a guy with a mass of little wimpy monsters. I was playing a new deck, and had decided about halfway through that it DEFINITELY needed some improvement. I had mass amounts of land laid out before me, but no monsters or even decent spells. The only thing keeping me alive was my Circle of Protection, and I knew the guy had Armageddon stashed somewhere in his deck, which would wipe away my lands AND my protection.

He draws a card and gets a big grin on his face. I knew he'd drawn Armageddon. Lucky for me, he didn't QUITE have the land to play it, yet.

My turn comes up and I have the opportunity to draw 2 cards. First one allows me to force him to discard his hand. Second is a monster that, in two turns, wins me the game by trampling over his weeny creatures and smashing him to bits.

Never had such unbelievable luck in a game ever since.

Dude Magic: The Gathering is so much fun...

I play the best with no sleep.


At a recent pre-release 3 of my friends and I drive 2 hours to take part the midnight part and then the one in the after noon the same day. Well we all play like shit at the midnight one didn't do well at all all eliminated from prizes by the second round. But we meet this other group of people we all decide to go get breakfast and kill some time waiting for the next tourney to start... Long story short we got kicked out for having a syrup war. They were quite pissed because it was all over the booth and the window. We get back and get ready for the tourney... well in this format of play you get a pack of cards and two booster packs all random and what not. I got extremely lucky, with my card pool. I got a infinite counterspell combo. Meaning I can counter spells(if you don't play magic you wont understand) pretty much forever if all goes to plan. And since its a two card combo its easy to pull off... Even easier for me because I have 3 copies each of the cards I need. In a 40 card deck that leaves a lot of room for this combo to go off. 4 hours later. I got me 2 boxes of the new set(150 bucks each) and a 100 dollar cash prize. Needless to say I was pretty stoked. To bad that was the last tourney I've entered...

So, i was playing Counter Strike Source, right? And i get into the game, start playing on Glasswarsv2. Doing fine right? Then some hackers get on and start messinge everything up. So i leave and join another game, same map. Some guy goes "hey everyone! type /unbind all, to win" everyones like "haha no way dumbass, you suck we will not listen to you." So i get on top and start winning, and say "Hey everyone type /bind mouse1 /kill, it helps you fire better" And everyone does it. So i join the team with no one on it and ver like 10 guys. Every match, i run out in the open, and see like 10 people drop dead in thier tracks. I lol, then get banned.

Also, MTG is awesome.

Ooo I love counter strike! I play on the jedi servers. I used to be called meatshield but someone said it sounded like the name of a condom so I changed it to Canabalistic Platypus

LOL.
Meatshield Brand Condoms!
Coming Soon!

Do not get me started on funny stories from games, I have way too many, mostly from DnD.
Try breaking an iron door down with your face sometime.
Or killing one of the five prostitutes you hired while in a sexual rage.
Or getting your left nut shot off by an arrow and then regenerated, which is a touch spell....

Ooo! I have a great story! I was the DM and we were rolling for psyonics. Everyone bummed up their rolls and no one got any but when we roll to see who starts off with a disease (yes I know I am such a nice DM and btw this is the 1st edition handbooks from when my parents played) My friend rolls 00 3 times so this next roll decides what disease he has and he rolls 63 or something and get a Urinary Infection so he looses 5 health every time he takes a piss! It was Soooo hilarious!

DnD story-
Me and my friends play, and the DM is a friend also, and he's cool (when we have sex, he makes us roll to see if we get STDs or not ) and we are on a lvl 1 quest, and we kill a few goblins, so my friend says "I teabag one of the goblins!" and i laugh, so the DM rolls a few things, asks what his AC is, and then says, "The Goblin comes back to life for the second and rips your nuts off." "You take 8 points of damage", which left him at -2 XD

So i had to waste a few healing spells on him.
lol

Damn, that is awesome!.


One time my mum was the DM and we were just walkin in the dungeon and there was this pretty pink plush carpet. So without thinking my little hobbit walks on it and I start to sink... I look down the the carpet is eating me! So my companions pull my hobbit off and I am safe and sound.

Anouther delicious DnD story

While spying/infiltrating the enemy base camp, my gnome illusionist Zook takes point in spying. He disguises himself as one of the members. As he and one other easily stroll through the camp, one of our party members, being a were-tiger sorcerer, trys to gain entry. Not doing so well, he starts using force. So theres a were-tiger now running rampart in the camp attacking just about everything. The leader (A giant half-black dragon with much samurai-type training) exits his tent and demands to know what is going on. Taking the oppurtunity, I rush forward and kneel before him. "Sir, a strange half-tiger beast has started to attack us from nowhere, ripping through our troops."
My friend Azure, the were-tiger, sees me doing this, and being upset, IMMEDIATLY attacks me right in front of this giant half-dragon.
I barely escape real damage, but using my illusions I make it appear to have lost a leg. I'm quickly taken to the medical tent where I quickly (again, magic) recover and sneak back out of the base.
Unfortunatly, Azure had been captured. Daring to return, I disguise myself as one of the notable half-dragons who is currently out.
Unfortunatly, my character has no idea what this guy looks like.
I'm immediatly captured.
We are taken back to the forces we were helping, and the half-dragon, shouting out his threats, rips an arm off myself and Azure before tossing us back to our allies.
And thus, as punishment for being a dumbass, we are not properly treated but given painkillers as the rest of our group attempts to redeem themselves.
Thus my character gains an addiction to painkillers for adventures to come.

excellent

Two of my favs from DnD:

My dad was GM and we had to go forward into a dark swirling portal...Not one of the four of us would go through(he wasn't the nice kind of GM by the way, and mom was his cheering section. Every so often she'd come over and say "Kill them off" or "Haven't you killed them yet" and walk away again) Sooo, after thiry minutes of refusal he turn us into chickens and we had to roll up new characters.

In one that I GM'd, my husband's ranger built a sled to get his party down a snowed in mountain pass. Part of the way down it got stuck, so he got out to get it free. He botched his roll, I made a roll, and well he freed it allright. Ran his ass over, his own sled...ah, the memory still holds so much joy! Then to add insult the injury the priest's inept piloting of the sled caused an avalanche which he was also caught in...although they did trek back up the mountain to save and heal him. We still tease him about it.

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Since I've yet to find anyone who 1) I'd be willing to D20 with or 2) Would be willing to wilfully put up with me for long enough to do so, I'll resort to one of my few moments of shame and befuddlement.

Very occasionally, I would play a three or four way small skirmish battle in WH40K. Depending on who is there and what they have, I occasionally have to loan out some of my squads to balance purposes (this story is partly why I have any Tau at all). In the scenario in question, I had been boasting after a spectacularly amusing game where a very lucky round of shooting dropped two thirds of my opponent's forces and scattered most of the rest. So a challenge was issued.

Using only three of my squads, I would enter into a four-man skirmish with enemy teams having half again as many points as I'd used. Knowing that all three of the others would try to single me out, I chose based solely on durability. Terminator Squad, Command Squad and a Devestator Squad. Since one of the others was unable to meet the point average we'd agreed on, I condescendingly offered him the use of some of my Scouts (the least efficient Space Marines; the only reason I have them is for the sniper rifles) which he accepted.

The battle begins and, losing out on the Turns, I went last meaning my entire Terminator squad was shredded by three rounds of concentrated fire. My Devestators returned fire, causing the Chaos player to rethink his original plan of charging across the table into my guns and sent him into his unsuspecting brother's back. True child of Chaos, there. Slowly, my enemies lose sight of the threat I represent and the battle begins in earnest.

Kroot warriors slashed into unsuspecting Eldar Guardians, and were in turn cut down by Khorne Bezerkers. My Devestators failed to do any damage at all (heavy bolter, lascannon, plasma cannon, all missed) to the Wraithlord but the Chaos Lord managed to kill him with a wound to spare. The wound was obliterated by a surprise salvo from a regrouped Fire Warriors squad. My Devestators were killed by some Raptors and the command squad returned the favour with vigour.

When the smoke was thinning at the end of the battle, we found that the Tau player was gone. The Eldar player had only two of the borrowed scouts who regrouped on the table edge. My Commander and a Techmarine charged into five Chaos Space Marines.

The battle began in earnest. Failing to make even a single blow connect, the Techmarine copped a face full of bolter but (due to house rules for narrative) his servo arm claimed the one who killed him. My Commander, brave soul, lay about him with his Power Sword severing one of his enemies' spine, punching an armoured fist through the skull of another and scored the armour of a third.

He stood, bloodied and tired, facing off against two enemies. He only had a single wound remaining. When the next Close Combat phase began, he would have five attacks that would hit on a 2+, wound on a 3+ and ignore armour saves. He also had higher initiative. If he failed to acquit himself well, he still had a 2+ save followed by a 4+ save (house rules) and a 6+ chance of his bionics kicking in and letting him continue the fight.

The Eldar began their turn with my own snipers drawing a sight on the close combat across the battlefield. I think he is foolish, as he needs to roll an 8 or less on two dice, followed by a 5 or 6 on one dice, followed by a 6 on another dice to hit me, and then he needed a 3+ to wound me. Even if he did connect, against all odds, I'd still have my two last chances.

The shot rang out, searing through the air, through the window of the ruined building and right into my forehead.

Dropped like a sack of shit. What's worse, the Chaos player won the game because apparently? Killing the Commander is the only thing my scouts accomplished all game.

Thats almost rule no 1. If you're nice to enough to lend someone anything to help them be able to play they in some way are going to screw you over.


Had that happen to me in a magic tourney. Friend I lent a deck to, got crazy draws stomped me into the ground, and I was then elminated from the tourney... To sum it all up One hour drive, 20 bucks to get in. And then getting your but kicked by your own deck in the first round, by one of your best friends...

Truly, being helpful is the way of chumps and the chump of ways.

Always remember, the enemy of my enemy is my cannon fodder.