Mad Plans: "So Insane it HAS to work!"

[Khael!]

:rmage: "...See, Green Dragons shoot acid as opposed to fire. So, neutralizing that acid should theoretically guarantee us a victory! Give me a bag of holding, 250 cubic feet of baking soda and a potato gun. I'll have you our anti-dragon weapon in under an hour..." - Me at D&D, prior to getting beaten sensless by the party's cleric

Ever had one of those Red Mage moments where you came up with something absofreakinglutely genius? And everybody else just stared at you like your brain had suddenly fallen out? D&D, school, doesn't matter where, let's hear some of your misunderstood mad master plans! As long as there's a vague reference to logic in there somewhere, it'll work.

[Flarecobra]

Me and my roommate while trying to figure out some privicy:

Roomie: We'll need a bunch of cord, and some hangers so that we can set up a curtian...
Me: Or I can duct-tape a sheet to the ceiling.
Roomie: But that defeats the purpice of the pull-string!
Me: Getting the duct tape.
Roomie: Ok fine.....

[Selfish]

Khael Almighty, that is absofucking brilliant. You have now become my new favourite Red Mage Supporter. (or just plain favourite Red Mage!)

I once thought of capturing a pigeon, and tying a string on its leg, then releasing said bird into a wavering portal. My DM was SUCH the prick, though. Bird lived. We, not so much.

Which province are you from? Me, Ontario. And ya. I like the vermillion covered mage, too. :P

[Meister]

D&D just gives you a ton of those stories. I've previously told you of the bronze statue we found in a dungeon and which we stole, which involved much labour, much running between dungeon and nearest town and much haggling about the price for a cart and mule because absolutely everyone involved failed their CON checks.

Lately, we've been in the icy wilderness of the north (there's always one of those, isn't there), where we encountered a barbarian tribe (again, logically) who was willing to accept us as members if we passed their test of surviving three days in said icy wilderness. Now, I could just about resist the obvious "cold fusion reactor" jokes, but when it came to getting food, the weirdness was unleashed. You haven't played D&D until you've seen a Druid fishing using a line (no hook) and Charm Animal.

[Khael!]

AnotherOne:
Khael Almighty, that is absofucking brilliant.

Whootastic! As an added bonus, +10 I think, we all get to feel accepted here. At last! I'm either in Quebec or Ontario, though lately (currently) the latter.

Flarecobra - hehe, good one! Out-of-game too. Why didn't you guys compromise and use the ductape and the pullstring plan? Two great things that taste great together!

Yeah, D&D will do that to ya. I seem to recall the earlier mentioned cleric buying 20 crates of apples (5000 fruits total). After they went rotten, she had this crazy idea to extract the seeds and make cyanide from them. Then arrange the cyanide-filled crates around the mule in some sort of armour-like manner, rig it with an explosive, and send it through the gates of whoever pisses us off next. Though this was the good campaign, I'm not sure as to why she never executed this plan.

Keep 'em coming!

[Flarecobra]

Because the sheet won't move, and all it was there for was so that I don't have to watch her perform on webcam.

Don't ask.

Now this is just me and my insanity while playing Neverwinter Nights: hordes of the Underdark.

Surroundings: Temple, river of lava in front of me, magical pillers covering a bridge in front of me with breaks in the bridge. And me having a fire spear and a whip in my inventory.

"Ok, I can climb on these glowing semitransparent pillars, then tie one end of the whip to the spear, then throw it so that it catches on the far arch, then just swing across the lava, then climb up the spear and then cross the next set of pillars....."

Then I relized that I couldn't do that, and just went ahead and blew open a hidden door, then moved on.

[shiney]

The infamous sheep tactic.

Buy a herd of sheep. They aren't that expensive, to be honest. Send them all into the dungeon before you. Wait 12 hours.

They will trigger all the traps.

If you come across a dead sheep, it's safe to say you either shouldn't go that way, or the trap is already sprung. A cursory examination of the corpse should be enough to clue one in. If you come across no dead sheep, in fact no sheep at all, find a different dungeon. This one has no love for you.

[Khael!]

MY LOVING GHOD! Sheep! Of course! *head-to-desk* :O_o: We just substituted the halfling rogue, who had no skill at all in disabling traps. I'd set up a message spell (think magic walkie talkie for the non D&D person) so she could silently give us the all clear or request that we unbury her or whatever. The upside was that she usually survived, and was therefor reuseable. At least until the ghoul ate her.

[Fifthfiend]

This thread reminds me that I haven't read Goblins in like a week.

This thread also reminds me that you're a bunch of nerdy nerd-faces, who nerd it all up, with your nerdiness.

Nerds.

Now if you'll excuse me, I gots to go play some more Super Princess Peach.

[Muffin Mage]

Well, in my first edition group, I stole a bookshelf full of fire trapped spell books out of a long-dead illusionist's tower by stuffing the excess space with wadded up paper and hammering a board over the open shelves. I put legs on the bottom and told my party members that I'd found a lovely end table and I absolutely had to keep it (as a demented female thief, this ploy worked perfectly.) I then rented out the spellbooks to the casters who stayed at the inn we'd stolen. I amassed quite a sum of money, as I recall.