Ghost of a flea

This is the funniest thing you have ever linked to. Nice little semi-nostalgic trip to the bad old D&D days. Man were they ever fun. But on the other hand, it nicely reminds you of all the crap you hated about it.

I was especially impressed by the relative strength of boss creatures vs. the laziness and apathy of players. The various attempts to breach the Mines of Moria left me in stitches... I swear I DMed that exact scene in Grade 7.

/nerd moment

The one thing that's missing is when everybody gets so frustrated by one player that they all spontaneously agree to frag him. I played this Palladium horror RPG Beyond the Supernatural for a campaign or two in my much much younger days, and this one player kept annoying the team so consistently we'd all find ways of offing him. He kept coming back and rolling up new characters, though.

Ok, time for everyone to put on their nerd goggles. I was playing a Tremere in a Manchester based V:tM game (in Manchester, funnily enough). The campaign had been running for two years before I moved into town so a Tremere arriving from London not knowing what was going on fit the bill. So... the Clan had had a hard time keeping anyone alive, so to speak, but I made a go of it through some very Canadian diplomacy Kindred-wise.

It later turned out the reason Tremere kept getting fragged in Manchester was the only guy who ever played them was the annoying guy who, when I arrived, had moved on to playing Malkavians. I fully appreciated the problem when his Malkavian got fragged in due course and he decided to play Tremere again. For a variety of reasons somewhat prosaic for even this sort of comment thread I was not having it and had the Chantry gargoyle rip him in twain. The next freaking week he shows up with a carbon copy of his recently permanently deceased character, explaining it was yet another Tremere who was the best friend of the one he had been playing. She was investigating the death of her friend and intent on revenge.

A quick nod to the gargoyle and that was the end that week's twinkishness. Amazingly, I think my blood-pressure is rising just typing about the subject many years after the fact.