Eric's House Of Ego

The group was going up against a high level cleric. It was a pretty fair fight, he was very tough, but they were tough enough, and I am not real good at running spell casters. I did have one quick trick. The cleric took a look around and figured which character would be able to do the most damage the quickest, in this case it was Kevin's fighter-type. So as they approached, he reached out and touched him and threw a Harm spell, leaving Kevin with 2 hit points. The argument on his side consisted of "I would never let a high level cleric touch me". "He rolled to hit and made his roll." "He didn't hit me, he just touched me." Over and over. Do you see a pattern? Once again his entire group started in on him.

And a Kevin postscript
In all fairness I do have to bring up his one good moment. And I mean ONE good moment. We wanted to ransack a temple. He said "leave this to me". He walked up to the back of the temple and cast Stone To Mud. The back wall came down. He then cast Dispel Magic at which point the mud changed back to stone and he said "let's go". We all stared at him in amazement.

Tomorrow ... an entire Call Of Cthuhlu groups loses sanity ... the players, not the characters

The previous encounter prompted a contract on Kevin's life (unfortunately his character, not him). It was carried out on board ship in one of the funniest encounters I have ever seen.
Nothing I can type can really do this justice (it's much funnier when I tell it, so ask me to sometime) but what happened basically ... The group was outbound on a ship and while on this nice leisurely sea voyage he was chatted up by a cute young thing one night. Oh, did I mention she was a high level assassin? She got up real close and said to him "do you know the way to a man's heart?" "No." "It's under his ribcage." She had rolled very very well. I said to him ... "you feel real cold ... REAL cold ... and your shirt is wet". He replied "OH OH OH OH OH !!!" ... in a very loud voice. At which point the argument started. If memory serves he said would never let an assassin near him. He also argued that since she was in front of him, and assassins backstab, that what she did couldn't have worked. As in many arguments his own group was saying "YOU'RE DEAD Kevin, SHADDUP!"

I have been meaning to do this for some time, put together some bad gamer stories. The post on rm's LJ tonight of rules for con goers made me think about this. So over the next few days or so I will attempt to focus and do some actual writing rather than the linky and poll-y stuff I have been doing lately.

I used to run games at Windycon. How I got the job is a story unto itself, but I will save that for some other day.

For some years I ran an AD&D game saturday night of the con. I would usually base them on maps from the Judges Guild world (still my favorite). My best quick game was based in the city of Modron. The original version of this was written at the request of two friends of mine who wanted a fun game for their wedding night ... yeah, they were geeks (and she oddly enough, is now my ex-wife as well as his) and they wanted to play AD&D on their wedding night.

But, back to Windycon. One of the rules I set down was, since we only have a few hours to get through this, the party should stay together. Doing otherwise will upset your GM and probably get you badly killed ... not your character, you. There was this kid who must have taken that as a dare ... or he just wasn't very bright, cause I killed him three years in a row. My favorite ...

They ran afoul of some thieves. He decided to take them on on their own ground ... yeah, a visitor to the city, who was a thief, decided that he could take on an organized bunch of thieves on their own turf. He was following them along the rooftops as they went along the street. Suddenly they ducked into an alley in front of him. So, what did he do? Double around to see where they were going. Duck to one side or the other and stealthily peek around to see what was going on? No, he walked up to the edge of the building and leaned over to see what they were doing. What they were doing was waiting to get rid of the guy who was following them along the rooftops. As I told him, the thieves of the town regaled new recruits with the story about the idiot who forgot all common sense when following them, and of course also told the story for years about the look of surprise on this idgits face as the poison dart hit him square in the middle of the forehead. He even cooperated by failing his saving throw.

Later I'll tell the story about how this kid kicked a wizards door down ... and what there was left of him to sweep up after.