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...decided to listen and come on the forum

In the first game I ran, a one on one game, the player had managed to go from a farmer with a hoe to some sort of angel cyborg who owned a very large continent, had his own militia, and also had a hillbilly in a hovercraft with a shotgun that, whenever fired, killed five of his men. Don't ask me how it happened, as I do not know.

Which brings us to our next lesson:
 

I wasn't really doing a serious game (obviously), I was just getting the hang of DMing. Which failed horribly. But hey, I'm getting better at it. I honestly can't remember how that happened, or even why I let him be a farmer in the first place. Shit happens, I guess.

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Too true, man. That's just the caziest story i've heard!

my favorites moments fell within a 2nd ed. planescape gaqme last year with friends.
party consisted of a sensate theif/fighter, a dustman necromancer(me), a xiaositec wildmage, doomgaurd theif, thrikreen druid, and a doomgaurd fighter.

needless to say an eccentric lot... specially the wildmage. (he would cast BABBLE any time we were about to get useful info from NPCs)

so first, we goto Bytopia. (in case you dont know its a plane that is basically two planes on top of eachother... the ceiling of one is the ground of the other and vice versa... so if u look up you see the other side... they are connected by a great column... and gravity shifts midway through.)
We are busily moving from layer to layer climbing the great column. and I am skulking about how annoying the sensate is as she hassles me about life. When I pass the "gravity shifts here" sign. And the xiasitec moves it 6 feet lower ;) making the sensate not prepared for it(she had lagged behind) and almost die.

Later on in the campaign our xaiositec "bought" a kitten from another xiaositec and had cast continual light on its tail. It was later taken and boiled by orcs who had us captured. So it was a skeleton. And as the necromancer i was I resurrected it and 'gave' him control over it. He used it as his "familiar" of sorts and it rested on his head for the rest of the campaign...

Fast forward to the games eventual ending... and the last words said by my character as we part "mittens, Claw his eyes out." and i walk away.

Good times

I have quite a few stories, even tho I only played with my group about 5 times before the DM got fed up with 7 people groups and knocked it down to 4 or 5.

I'll start off with the story of my first session ever. My character, an elf ranger, was heir to a grand fortune. He was a teenager by elven standards (130-somethin), so he was still living at his dad's mansion (I think this is rather funny in itself). So the party shows up all tired and such, and my friend's LG dwarf cleric sweet talked my dad into letting them stay the night. For reasons beyond me, he stuck the one-eyed dwarf fighter in the wine cellar for the night. Anyways, the "neutral" sorcerer gets up in the middle of the night and casts invisibility on himself. He goes snooping around, looking for valuable stuff to liberate from the wealthy 1%, when he sneaks into my parent's room, and sees an important-looking chest sitting in the corner. He finds a key to it in my dad's top drawer, and opens it, finding our family heirloom, an enchanted longsword named "Korisnian". So, he picks it up, but finding it heavier than he anticipated, he drops it with a very loud "CLANG". My dad fails his roll pretty badly, and rolls over in his sleep mumbling about "That damned kid". So the sorcerer takes Korisnian and hauls ass outta there. He sets off an alarm somehow (I forgot) and he hops onto his horse, which was cursed in a previous session, and is slowly transforming into a nitemare. Our guards take after him, and don't do a very good job. The first critically misses and nails the other in the back of the head with an arrow. Two more get knocked out by a Stinking Cloud released by the nitemare, and the other was simply crushed beneath its hooves. Then my father, the party, the portion of our guardhouse that wasn't on duty, and I took off after him. He conveniently found a group of bandits to blame the robbery on, and battle ensued, in which my father died valiently. I noticed the sword, and pointed out to everyone else that it happened to belong to me (dad wouldn't need it anymore anyways). The sorcerer managed to fool everyone but me that he found it on the bandit leader. So, after the dwarf cleric was finished swapping whatever he was wearing with my father's full-plate, we were off. That night, the sorcerer found out why it's not nice to fuck with elven artifacts like Korisnian. Because any non-elf that was in possesion of it had terrible nightmares every night. And he failed all his rolls miserably. So after 4 days with no sleep, I simply walked into his room (we were on a boat now) and reclaimed Korisnian. I'll stop here tho, cuz this is getting way too long.

Yes, I've had some interesting times with DnD. In one game, where I was playing with some people I didn't know, we were in a town that was "unexpectedly" invaded with goblins. PC's: a half elven bard (me), a human rogue, and a kabold sorcerer of all things for a PC to be... but.... so the goblins are acting unusually organized, and within minutes have the town guard down. The sorcerer slips out the back way, the rogue goes off to see how much he can plunder in the chaos. While in a blacksmith's, Gets a couple bags of caltrops and scatters them across the street. Meanwhile, I attempt to bring courage to the people of the town in the tavern. they run outside, mill about confusedly, for a few minutes, before being fired upon by one of the goblins. They turn tale and run... straight through the caltrops. Everyone in the town now has been incapasitated except for me, the rogue, the sorcerer, and the goblins. In the end, there were only three functioning able bodied people in the entire town.

Alright I have a level eleven half-elven fighter named Ferradane with improved two weapon fighting. First hand: Vorpal Sword +3, second hand: Long Sword +2 he also has some wings of flying so just imagine how fun that is.
First and most recent story: We are wandering through a large wasteland and we find a civilization of gnomes harvesting gold and steel and what not. They use elephants as their main defense and transportation because A: Elephants are out there and B: they can use them and C: they are tough mothers. So later they tell us that they claim to be tormented by a dragon and it calls for an elephant full of gold each month. This is pricly to them because it takes down their defense and they lose gold. So they plead and beg for us to kill it. Naturally the greedy Chaotic Neutral character that I am says ok seeing the long term benefits. So we venture to its cave. After a long climb we get to the top (for Ferredane it was a fly hehehehe) and we are trying to decide what to do. All of a sudden a dragon materializes in front of us with its large mouth attacted to the barbarian. So we all attack, dwarven sharpshoot does his damage and the rest of us miss. Dragon does a breath weapon and Ferradane side-steps for half damage. In the same round Ferradane criticals with is vorpal and off goes the dragons head. Easistest two round battle with a dragon I have ever had.

Tsk Tsk...
 

My friend you are most obviously not acquainted with "The Munchkins guide to Powergaming" For if you were you would know this simple truth. A Halfling does not a make a good rogue. A Halfling does not even make a good halfling.