True Story!

[Claincy he/him]

In a fairly recent D&D session we were on something of a mysterious island with a mountain at the centre. At the same time every year there was a strange colourful light show up the top of the mountain, nobody knew what it was though, said lightshow was due to happen the next night and we'd just learned that the whole mountain/island had been known to vanish and reappear in different locations, decades or centuries apart. But wherever it was there was always warfare, though whether it caused it or was drawn to it we didn't know.

 

As a DM it's always really hard to predict player actions and our DM hadn't considered that of course we were going to climb the mountain to investigate the shiny lights up close. It occured to me once we had reached the top and were waiting for the lightshow that it would be truly hilarious if the mountain was a volcano (I was pretty sure that wasn't the case and it wasn't, but our DM later told me that he had considered that possibility at one point when originally designing the campaign.

 

What actually happened was after the normal light show the sky turned red and a horde of demons attacked the town, while we sat on top of the mountain and watched the exciting event we were supposed to be involved in

 

There is still plenty for us to do, the town is occupied by demons after all, but it made the initial attack rather different for us

[Ookla the Absent]

As a DM it's always really hard to predict player actions

Truth.

[Ookla the Absent]

I have many stories. Some are true, some are not. Some are about me, some are not. For many I am never sure.

This is not one of those.

This is very real, and very personal.

Someone dies.

 

My brother has a friend. He is also my friend, but he is my brothers friend. The friend has a brother a few years younger than he is.

 

I ask forgiveness from this friend. He does not know that I tell the story, but it is a story that must be told. I tell it not for pleasure, but because it is a story of a life, and those must be told. This is not a story of pleasure. This is not a story of pity. This is a story of Truth.

 

There was a campout. Some of the boys of our church, ages ranging from eleven to fourteen or so, and some of the fathers went. The friends father went. I did not go. My father did not go. My brother went.

That night, my father, another brother, and I went. There was a hike to arrive. We hiked. We did not arrive. We came to a fork and slept on the trail, in the dark.

We woke up.

We walked a short way, and found the lake, and the camp, and the boys. We joined them, and ate. Some went off to play by the lake. They played. They played a log game. They rolled small logs into the water. They threw stones into the water. They found a large log to roll into the water.

 

What happened next is the story. It is their story, but I tell it. This is not a cautionary tale. This is not a story of right and wrong. This is not a story of good or bad decisions.

 

They rolled this large log. The friend, his brother, and a friend.

The log rolled, and with it, the brother. The brother was caught by the log. The brother's head was caught.

Panic. Screams. Calls for the adults to help.

One father ran down the mountain to call for help. The story spread down the mountain, through the beacons of the hikers. We followed, my father and brother and I. We calmed another father, then went down the mountain.

 

The next day was Easter.

Edited April 7, 2016 by Gargoyle

[Stormgate he/him]

I have many stories. Some are true, some are not. Some are about me, some are not. For many I am never sure.

This is not one of those.

This is very real, and very personal.

Someone dies.

 

My brother has a friend. He is also my friend, but he is my brothers friend. The friend has a brother a few years younger than he is.

 

I ask forgiveness from this friend. He does not know that I tell the story, but it is a story that must be told. I tell it not for pleasure, but because it is a story of a life, and those must be told. This is not a story of pleasure. This is not a story of pity. This is a story of Truth.

 

There was a campout. Some of the boys of our church, ages ranging from eleven to fourteen or so, and some of the fathers went. The friends father went. I did not go. My father did not go. My brother went.

That night, my father, another brother, and I went. There was a hike to arrive. We hiked. We did not arrive. We came to a fork and slept on the trail, in the dark.

We woke up.

We walked a short way, and found the lake, and the camp, and the boys. We joined them, and ate. Some went off to play by the lake. They played. They played a log game. They rolled small logs into the water. They threw stones into the water. They found a large log to roll into the water.

 

What happened next is the story. It is their story, but I tell it. This is not a cautionary tale. This is not a story of right and wrong. This is not a story of good or bad decisions.

 

They rolled this large log. The friend, his brother, and a friend.

The log rolled, and with it, the brother. The brother was caught by the log. The brother's head was caught.

Panic. Screams. Calls for the adults to help.

One father ran down the mountain to call for help. The story spread down the mountain, through the beacons of the hikers. We followed, my father and brother and I. We calmed another father, then went down the mountain.

 

The next day was Easter.

Wow.

[Sunbird she/her]

Kaymyth, I can't in good conscience upvote your story about 2003 because it is awfully sad, but I commend you for not putting up with crem from CJ's biological father. Some people are just toxic, and he sounds like one of them.

 

To everyone who has shared RPing stories... Keep 'em coming! Ever since I discovered the webcomic Darths and Droids, I live for this stuff.

 

kaellok, you are a serious badchull if you broke that many tanks. XD

[Kaymyth she/her]

Kaymyth, I can't in good conscience upvote your story about 2003 because it is awfully sad, but I commend you for not putting up with crem from CJ's biological father. Some people are just toxic, and he sounds like one of them.

 

To everyone who has shared RPing stories... Keep 'em coming! Ever since I discovered the webcomic Darths and Droids, I live for this stuff.

 

kaellok, you are a serious badchull if you broke that many tanks. XD

 

He was...worse than toxic.  We'll leave it at that.  Some stories don't need to be shared.

 

It sounds like the next story write-up I need to do is the time we all played a bunch of Nac Mac Feegles and wreaked havoc across Discworld.

[Ookla the Absent]

It sounds like the next story write-up I need to do is the time we all played a bunch of Nac Mac Feegles and wreaked havoc across Discworld.

 

That sounds... beautiful.

[Claincy he/him]

We had the next session of our Mutant Year Zero campaign today. (It's a post apocalyptic rpg where, shockingly, you play as mutants.) Near the end of the session we got into a fight with 2 automatons, both of which were very strong and able to dish out and take a lot of damage. Either one would have been a serious threat to the group, though one we certainly could have dealt with. Combined there was a very real chance of us all dying (death happens a lot in that game).

 

I'm playing a dog handler who has a mutation that replaced his legs with frog legs, allowing him to jump a long way. I ended up fighting one of the automatons with the aid of a lizard creature/mount we had acquired earlier while the other 3 players mostly fought the other one. I basically kept taking a shot with my scrap rifle, then using my frog legs to leap back to relative safety as it pursued me (carrying my hound Byron with me and costing me a mutation point each time). This worked pretty well actually, especially as it was distracted for a bit by the lizard creature. Unfortunately I only had 3 bullets. By the time I ran out of bullets the automaton I was fighting was badly damaged and the other robot had been destroyed by a combination of one of the players using all of their (many) mutation points on their acid spit ability and a fortunate hit from another player. Unfortunately by this point the lizard was also dead and 2 out of the 4 members of our party were down, the other guy who was still standing was injured. The Robot's turn was after mine and he would almost certainly have killed one of the downed players in that turn.

 

I could have simply run away (automatically successfully) using my frog legs at any point and it was very tempting to do so when the automatons first appeared. I could also have used my frog legs to get back to the other party members and "borrow" a couple of their bullets so I could keep firing, though I'd taken some fatigue damage so I wouldn't be as effective now. But doing that would give the automaton a chance to kill one of the other party members (or potentially take me down depending on what I did and if that happened we might all be goners.) There was one other option. One of the main features of Dog Handlers is the "sic a dog" ability, basically using an action to instruct my hound to attack for me and my hound was a fighting hound (an upgrade) and so had +2 dice. We were a little far away from the automaton for that though.

 

So I used my frog legs to jump towards and over the automaton and dropped Byron onto it, telling him to attack it. Loyal as ever Byron did so and successfully tore off the automatons already damaged head. But as Byron attacked the automaton chose to use it's own action to fight back and swung it's fist into Byron, killing him 

 

So Byron died flying through the air, tearing the head off a large automaton and saving another PC's life (quite possibly more than one). As death's go, that's not bad. 

 

He was a good boy.

Edited April 10, 2016 by lord Claincy Ffnord

[Ookla the Absent]

So, wikipedia has this button you can click for a random article. Sometimes I like just sitting there clicking that button for like 15 minutes and seeing what comes up. Usually it's just the names of small towns in Germany or flowers that no one's ever heard of. But one time I was clicking around, and the article that came up? White Trash.

Was one of the funniest moments of my life, and there've been some pretty good ones.

[Claincy he/him]

Another Mutant story from today. A couple of pieces of information you'll need for this to make sense:

-In Mutant the vast majority of player characters are illiterate (including mine)

-In Mutant you roll a number of d6's based on stats/skills/gear/circumstances for skill checks, attacks, etc

-A 6 is a success, the more the better but 1 is usually enough, 1's are sometimes very bad

 

I was trying to work out how to use a control panel in a car factory so I rolled a comprehend roll. I have a wits of 3 and a comprehend skill of 1 so I rolled 4 dice. I rolled 6's on all of them. That's a 1 in 1,296 chance. The Game Master decided that such a fantastic roll required a truly spectacular success, so, my character became literate From all the text he'd seen in his life and the meanings he'd heard for it something just..clicked

[Quiver he/him]

Another Mutant story from today. A couple of pieces of information you'll need for this to make sense:

-In Mutant the vast majority of player characters are illiterate (including mine)

-In Mutant you roll a number of d6's based on stats/skills/gear/circumstances for skill checks, attacks, etc

-A 6 is a success, the more the better but 1 is usually enough, 1's are sometimes very bad

 

I was trying to work out how to use a control panel in a car factory so I rolled a comprehend roll. I have a wits of 3 and a comprehend skill of 1 so I rolled 4 dice. I rolled 6's on all of them. That's a 1 in 1,296 chance. The Game Master decided that such a fantastic roll required a truly spectacular success, so, my character became literate From all the text he'd seen in his life and the meanings he'd heard for it something just..clicked

 

A mutant who gains super literacy powers?

 

I can't help but picture your guy as Doug Ramsay.

[Claincy he/him]

A mutant who gains super literacy powers?

 

I can't help but picture your guy as Doug Ramsay.

Heh, close enough

[Claincy he/him]

This thread needs more activity, so here's another silly story

I have a scar in the middle of my chin. A number of years back my brother and I were cleaning our room and messing around and playfighting a bit (we were both kids at this point). I don't remember if he was throwing a mock punch or just trying to pat my head but I ducked down out of the way, quite successfully I might add.

Word to the wise: make sure there is nothing directly in front of you when you duck. Particularly not something like this:

Not my finest moment

[Sunbird she/her]

@Claincy, your story reminded me of my own ridiculous injury story...

So when I moved to Utah to begin attending BYU, my parents and my younger brother came along with me to get me settled. We were looking at mattresses, and I was sitting on different ones in the store to test how they felt and whether I thought I'd be comfortable sleeping on them. Well, as I was sitting down on the last one, I felt this giant painful POP in my knee and it's a storming good thing the mattress was under me or I would've fallen on the floor because my leg gave out. Over the next few days, my knee still wouldn't quit hurting, so we went to an orthopedic specialist to get it examined, and it turned out I had dislocated my kneecap...from sitting on a mattress. I had to have surgery to fix it, and three years later I still don't dare run anywhere for fear that it will pop out of place again. Lamest injury ever.

[Darkness Ascendant he/him]

Here's a true story, My friend once asked me what animal Crash Bandicoot was.

The same friend also has a Notes section on his phone labelled "Memories"

They are a collection of the stupid, reckless and plain retarded stuff that has happened around him or to him or which he has done. They are gold fml material

[Haelbarde he/him]

@Claincy Ducking from incoming danger is, well, dangerous... I was on a youth camp, and after a bunch of activities, I was clearing all the egg and flour that had found their way into my hair. I walk out of the toilets to find most of the others having a water fight. They of course assume I've been trying to avoid the water-fight so all gang up on me to get me soaked (not realizing I was already soaked from trying to clean myself up :/). As they swamp me, I duck my head down, to try and avoid the incoming water... and smack my head right into a jug travelling in the opposite direction... I still have a small mark from where it hit me between the eyes...

[Claincy he/him]

@Sunbird Geeze, that's weird/nasty.

@Haelbarde Clearly the take away is that we are better off not ducking and just taking whatever's coming right?

@Darkness Ascendant Heh, that's not a bad idea actually. 

Edited June 20, 2016 by Claincy

[Delightful]

I once broke my ankle running down stairs to get to an optional art class I was late for.

If I'd gone slower I might've actually managed to turn up. 

[Quiver he/him]

I found this kind if a funny gaming story.

So, I was playing a PbP RPG,based on MLP.

(The system was called 'Aspirations of Harmony', if you're curious).

It was a time travel based game, so, since the others had already been playing for a while, we decided I'd just jump in at the next period they went to, which turned out to be the Equestrian version of the fifties.

While the rest of the party wrapped up their exploits in Ancient Zebrica, I posted an introduction for my character- basically a fifties version of Ditzy Do crossed with Erin Brokovich- named Silver Lining.

So, I post my character wandering around the "cursed" factory she works in after hours...and she happens to cross paths with the time travelling Big Bad.

Of course, she thinks he's just a tourist investigating the rumors that the Rainbow Factory is powered by grinding up children (rumors the management started to get tourists in the first place) so he tries to ask him to politely leave.

Which was when Cthullhu attacked.

Well, I can't say it was Cthullhu; the game got dropped shortly after, so we never got confirmation. But something happened; a rift in space time opened, and a tentacle reached out to snag the Big Bad.

(The actions of the rest of the party implied it was one of a number of cosmic forces reacting to the villain jacking around history)

Of course, Silver saw a dude getting attack by...something, so she tried to help!

I said she was based on Ditzy Do. Her combat build was meant as gambling/high risk. One of her abilities, chain lightning, chained for so long as I rolled a certain number.

So. I used chain lightning. And rolled high, so it continued.

And continued.

And continued.

And continued.

It was the most absurd string of luck I've ever had, since it meant my level one pegasus? Might have managed to Accidently flash fry an elder god on her first combat roll.

As I say. The guy ended up leaving the forum before I got resolution to the situation, which is a shame. I was curious about whether or not Silver Lining was secretly a badass. 

[Kaymyth she/her]

Cross-posted from my Facebook, with some editing:

 

It was high time that we got some nice outdoor furniture for our back deck. So yesterday, we embarked upon a quest.

We first attempted the Depot of Homes, but that was a mistake. They may sometimes have such things, but alas, today was not that day. The furniture mall across the highway had dismal reviews, and we did not want things that would fall apart on us, so we were at a loss. Where to go? What to do? We could try Nebraska Furniture Mart, but it was a full half hour's trek away, and that was far to go on a late Sunday afternoon and one is lazy.

And as we drove, the hand of Fate reached out in the form of my car's music randomizer, and the musical strains of Jonathan Coulton's "Ikea" graced our ears. Eureka! It was but half the distance of the other place!

We pointed ourselves northwards into the wilds of I-35, journeying past the dreaded Tower of Tongues, until finally we reached the magical land of Ikea, where we found our furniture in all of its allen wrenchable glory.

We fit all of the boxes into my car, because I drive a very well-disguised TARDIS.

And lo, after some assembly, there was stuff. Our quest was a glorious success!

[jaimeleecee she/her]

@Haelbarde  I too have a small scar between my eyes from probably the dumbest injury ever.. At least you were trying to protect yourself  

I was trying to get out of the rain and into my car as fast as possible.. In the process I pulled my car door open right into my face nearly knocked myself out (I literally saw stars) and gave my self a black eye as well as the scar that remains.. there was lots of blood it was not my finest moment.. but of course my friend who was with me had to take pictures so there's always those to laugh at   

[Oversleep]

Two of my friends were in the staff of a sailing camp (I had gone to it for several years before, so organizators knew me, most of the staff new me, 'young staff' knew me [those were people under 18 who were helping out. Some sort of cross between camper and staff]) and my another friend suggested we hitchhike there for a few days to visit them.

Everything was going well until we took a walk around the place the camp was in. As we were turning around the corner, I turned my head to the side when I was telling my friend something... BANG! I hit something with my head, then ducked under it and took a few more steps.
"Oversleep, you're bleeding."
"Rust and Ruin! Why can't I just not destroy something for once?!" (a running joke is me bumping into things, dropping things thrown to me and so on.)

The thing I walked into was a street sign... but the edge was bent so it stuck out horrizontally. I basically walked into the edge of a dull blade.

Later on, after I was patched up (I surely did scare some youngsters who walked into the bathroom as I was shirtless and covered in blood) I called my mother. Since I knew she gets very tense when she gets phonecalls which start with "Please stay calm", I decided to omit that.
"Hello, mom. How do I clean blood off my shirt?"

Edited April 7, 2018 by Oversleep

[Darkness Ascendant he/him]

Once, I was jumping on a trampoline. It wa one of those with a net. I did a somersault and somehow found myself OUTSIDE of the trampoline with a sore head and no idea what had just happened. I asked a mate that was there, and apparently when I landed, I rolled out of the flap of the tramp and fell down the metal ladder, banging my head on the way down

When I was young (1?2?) and we were living in Zambia, the phone in our house began to ring. Apparently I ran to pick it up and ran straight into the corner of a cupboard. I got a nasty cut on my forehead which my dad stitched up (he's a doctor). I still have the scar and people call me the black Harry Potter occasionally XD

Last one. When I was 4, we had moved to Australia and we were having dinner at a restaurant with  my Aunt and Uncle. Dad got up to pay for the meal, I thought he had gone across the road for some reason and I ran across as well. I got hit by a car and I broke my right leg. Ironically enough, I'm still quite the fast runner despite sometimes having a bed leg.

[Sunbird she/her]

2 hours ago, Darkness Ascendant said:

When I was young (1?2?) and we were living in Zambia, the phone in our house began to ring. Apparently I ran to pick it up and ran straight into the corner of a cupboard. I got a nasty cut on my forehead which my dad stitched up (he's a doctor). I still have the scar and people call me the black Harry Potter occasionally XD

I did something similar when I was pretty young too. My parents and I were at our church building, and I my parents were like, "Okay, time to go!" And I didn't want to leave, so I ran in the opposite direction without looking where I was going and ran smack into the edge of a door, gouging my forehead open on it badly enough that I needed stitches.

Today something pretty funny happened... At lunchtime I was trying to open a tube of Gogurt, but it was being stubborn so I decided to try to rip it open with my teeth. It opened, all right--exploded and squirted yogurt up my nose. I spent like 10 minutes wiping yogurt off my face and my shirt, and here I am 4.5 hours later still finding little remnants of yogurt crusted on my shirt. XD

[Stormgate he/him]

Once, I saw a chicken cross the road. That is the whole story. It was walking along, strutting about like they do, and then bolted to the other side. 

Best I can figure, he was trying to get to the field on the other side.

 

One time, my brother was taking off his sock with his middle finger, when he heard a pop and it started hurting. My mom didn't take him into the doctor for a while, because he took off a sock, for crying out loud.

So he goes in, and gets an x-Ray. One of the tendons in his finger pulled a piece of bone off the main part. He had to get a surgery that day, because the next day we were going on a pioneer trek reenactment, and the doctor wasn't okay with him going on that with a broken finger. 

So he shows up to pioneer trek utterly useless for pulling the handcarts we were using, and played the part of the disabled family member.

And that's how my brother broke his finger taking off a sock. May he never live it down.