Running through LMoP. My table of newbs confront the Redbrands outside the Sleeping Giant in Phandalin. The banter of the conversation ended with a PC inquiring with a ruffian about a place to sleep. In my best DM response, I state that the ground would be a great place once we’re done with you. The PC then said, “I’ll sleep on your corpse!” Needless to say, this became a thing. After the encounter, the PC’s character laid down on the ruffian’s dead body. I had a fun time NPC'ing Sildar Hallwinter as he approached the party after that encounter. After that, well, the practice has continued. The group named themselves the “Necro-Nappers”. LMAO!!!!
My adventurers got into the habit of skinning dead things and wearing their skins. They came upon the dead body of a local noble and decided to skin him and make his skin into a skin suit that they would then wear together. The party was a dwarf and a gnome and the dead guy was a human, so the gnome stood on the dwarf's shoulders while they donned the suit. So I made them roll a survival check to see how well-made the skin suit was. They rolled a natural 20. For every action they performed whilst in the skin suit I made them describe to me how they performed the action in the skin suit. This also became a thing.
Not a story i've personally experienced, but something i was told off.
The party was made up of various monstruous races, and one of them was a Minautor Assassin...,yup...
So they narrowed a rival gang hideout, and they set up a plan of action.
The Minautor said to them" i'll go in, when you hear the signal you burst the door open and barge in", one of the guys asks" whats the signal?", to wich the Minautor responds" Oh you'll know..."
And he does his shadow assassin thing where he phases THROUGH the wall, a sec later the party outside hears someone inside shouting "HOLY ****!!! a Minautor just passed through the Wall!!!!"
At that point the others looked each other..." yup thats the signal..."
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"Normality is but an Illusion, Whats normal to the Spider, is only madness for the Fly"
I hosted my first session as a DM for some friends last night and they encountered a fight against an Ogre. Something to note was that this Ogre came into the fight completely naked with only a club in hand and he was male so you can guess how that looked xD. The fight ended with the Bard of the group using Vicious Mockery on the Ogre telling him "You have a small pee-pee." and the Ogre dies. Not a long story but a funny ending to a fight for sure.
Hah! So another story I just thought of. At my table, a brother and sister play PCs - the brother is a drunken dwarf fighter and the sister a tiefling rogue (their characters are not bro/sis in the game). As I'm describing glowing rocks in my iteration of the Mine of Phandelver, the dwarf takes his axe and hits one, causing shards of the rock to fall to the floor. He asks if he can eat one of the shards (thinking it to be candy [?]), so I, the DM, say "yes, but roll a d6". Mentally, I put a qualifier that if the d6 landed on a 5 or 6 the dwarf starts choking. It landed on a 5. I tell him he starts choking on the rock, but none of the PCs were terribly worried. His sister laughs at him, commenting about how she hoped he dies or something typical, but still no one helps the dwarf. So, I had the NPC cleric administer the Heimlich. I narrated that as the dwarf coughed up the rock-shard, it hits the tiefling square in the face, and toss a d4 for damage. She took 3pts of damage, but then I waived it all off. It was just a funny interaction that helps make the game very very fun.
party went to silverymoon to rob somebody, they all ended up getting full time jobs and waited a week before "planning" the heist. the dwarf in half plate totally botched his stealth sneaking up to start a distracting fire that the sorcerer concentrating on spider climb got hit by a guard checking out the noise that he lost the spell dropping the wildshaped druid 15 feet causing enough damage to drop him out of wildshape. They are currently debating whether or not to leave town.
It's funnier out of context - but ... some background. My wife has a reoccurring thread in her Facebook page -#heardinmyhouse - where she quotes snippets of weird conversations ( we have a lot of those ) and humorous bits of our conversations out of context.
Being a player in my campaign, she's threatened to start #heardinmydndgame. The winning entry in that so far would be an actual, serious, dead-pan question from last campaign: "Are the flowers still laughing at us?"
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It's funnier out of context - but ... some background. My wife has a reoccurring thread in her Facebook page -#heardinmyhouse - where she quotes snippets of weird conversations ( we have a lot of those ) and humorous bits of our conversations out of context.
Being a player in my campaign, she's threatened to start #heardinmydndgame. The winning entry in that so far would be an actual, serious, dead-pan question from last campaign: "Are the flowers still laughing at us?"
I was running my party through a dungeon where they came across a room with cursed mirrors that on a failed Wisdom saves showed the PCs their worst fears (and caused a lot of psychic damage).
First player goes through, saves and moves on.
Second player fails. I go into detail about how their long dead sister blames her for her death, condemning her with guilt and shame. Third player fails. Has an equally dark experience as she witnesses her barbarian rage consume her and she becomes a horrific monster. Fourth player, seeing this happen, decides to look directly into the mirror. She witnesses herself living out a dull and meaningless existence far from adventure.
By this point the players have realised that I have prepared these dark nightmarish fears for each of their characters and are both freaked and excited.
The first player turns around. "That looks fun! Can I have a go?"
Suffers crit damage and lands on 1HP. (About twenty minutes before they reach the Beholder I had lined up for them...)
So I was running a Kraken-hunting campaign inspired by puffin forest, and the party, at 4th level managed to beat a level 14 rogue that rolled terribly when I fought them, and they ended up earning a massive treasure hoard, enough to buy an airship and still have a considerable amount of money (I did not mean for them to beat the rogue). It was a few sessions after that, and I had given them some magical items, which included an Iron flask with a Night Hag trapped Inside. They encountered an airship of 15 pirates and three captives. After a few rounds of back-and-forth ranged attacks, they decided to end it sooner, so they threw the night hag at them. At this point, the pirates were relatively banged up, so they could not resist a night hag. Every pirate died, and the night hag moved on to the PCs' ship. Two players, a warlock and a paladin, said
"I roll to befriend it."
Natural 20, 19.
The hag starts talking to them all friend-like, until it remembers that It was thrown while inside a flask. It starts asking who threw it.
Now I am not a very good DM, needlessly to say, and one of the captives on the ship was an insurance salesman. Since they were hunting a kraken, they wanted insurance for their airship. So, Jon from city-state farm was thought of immediately (he is the captive).
this was all before the hag, by the way.
They had started planning to attack the ship and retrieve the salesman, until one of them remembered,
"Wait! If we need someone from city-state farm, all we need to do is ask for their help, right?"
This is the point where a good DM would draw the line, but oh-no, not me. They asked, and the captive disappeared from the pirate ship, and appeared on theirs. They started asking him for insurance.
Eventually the night hag was thrown, And now you are all caught up.
So, since Jon from city-state farm had not given them free insurance, some of them said Jon, and the paladin and monk said the druid, who was the one who did throw the flask.
The warlock, whom I had let have 50 RABBITS, said "It was one of my rabbits!"
Since I'm not a good DM, I rolled intelligence for the rabbit - nat. 20.
Yeah.
The rabbit piped up and said "um, no I didn't."
Surprisingly, this was overlooked and not referred to again.
Eventually the players decide to get the truth out, so they started saying It was the druid. Since they had been saying it was Jon for so long, I had each of them roll persuasion. First was the monk, Nat. 1 minus 1, 0.
Then Druid, who said Jon. Nat 2.
Then Warlock, who said the druid. 3 plus 1, 4.
Then Paladin. 4.
The Hag still thought it was Jon, and they had to spend a little longer convincing It.
By then, the hag was tired of debate and just gave up.
In case you don't believe that I'm a bad DM, listen to this part.
Earlier in the campaign, I. had them explore a large Island. There the Warlock BEFRIENDED A F***ING TWO-LEGGED GIRAFFE.
YEAH.
The hag started talking to the Warlock, asking if they wanted to be friends. The Warlock said yes, and Yay! It's over, you think.
Oh, no. Not by a long shot.
I HAD THE HAG WANT THE WARLOCK GET RID OF THE TWO-LEGGED GIRAFFE.
The warlock. said no, and the hag said
"let this be decided in battle."
Still don't think I'm bad? The Giraffe f***ing won.
And that's the story of when I realized that I was a bad DM.
Well in this village we were visiting we entered a fishing competition. The barbarian I was playing got bored and decided to use his axe to fish and jumped in. Just as I did the cleric hooked a Giant shark but it broke off. So I end up fighting a shark and winning the competition.
So I was running a Kraken-hunting campaign inspired by puffin forest, and the party, at 4th level managed to beat a level 14 rogue that rolled terribly when I fought them, and they ended up earning a massive treasure hoard, enough to buy an airship and still have a considerable amount of money (I did not mean for them to beat the rogue). It was a few sessions after that, and I had given them some magical items, which included an Iron flask with a Night Hag trapped Inside. They encountered an airship of 15 pirates and three captives. After a few rounds of back-and-forth ranged attacks, they decided to end it sooner, so they threw the night hag at them. At this point, the pirates were relatively banged up, so they could not resist a night hag. Every pirate died, and the night hag moved on to the PCs' ship. Two players, a warlock and a paladin, said
"I roll to befriend it."
Natural 20, 19.
The hag starts talking to them all friend-like, until it remembers that It was thrown while inside a flask. It starts asking who threw it.
Now I am not a very good DM, needlessly to say, and one of the captives on the ship was an insurance salesman. Since they were hunting a kraken, they wanted insurance for their airship. So, Jon from city-state farm was thought of immediately (he is the captive).
this was all before the hag, by the way.
They had started planning to attack the ship and retrieve the salesman, until one of them remembered,
"Wait! If we need someone from city-state farm, all we need to do is ask for their help, right?"
This is the point where a good DM would draw the line, but oh-no, not me. They asked, and the captive disappeared from the pirate ship, and appeared on theirs. They started asking him for insurance.
Eventually the night hag was thrown, And now you are all caught up.
So, since Jon from city-state farm had not given them free insurance, some of them said Jon, and the paladin and monk said the druid, who was the one who did throw the flask.
The warlock, whom I had let have 50 RABBITS, said "It was one of my rabbits!"
Since I'm not a good DM, I rolled intelligence for the rabbit - nat. 20.
Yeah.
The rabbit piped up and said "um, no I didn't."
Surprisingly, this was overlooked and not referred to again.
Eventually the players decide to get the truth out, so they started saying It was the druid. Since they had been saying it was Jon for so long, I had each of them roll persuasion. First was the monk, Nat. 1 minus 1, 0.
Then Druid, who said Jon. Nat 2.
Then Warlock, who said the druid. 3 plus 1, 4.
Then Paladin. 4.
The Hag still thought it was Jon, and they had to spend a little longer convincing It.
By then, the hag was tired of debate and just gave up.
In case you don't believe that I'm a bad DM, listen to this part.
Earlier in the campaign, I. had them explore a large Island. There the Warlock BEFRIENDED A F***ING TWO-LEGGED GIRAFFE.
YEAH.
The hag started talking to the Warlock, asking if they wanted to be friends. The Warlock said yes, and Yay! It's over, you think.
Oh, no. Not by a long shot.
I HAD THE HAG WANT THE WARLOCK GET RID OF THE TWO-LEGGED GIRAFFE.
The warlock. said no, and the hag said
"let this be decided in battle."
Still don't think I'm bad? The Giraffe f***ing won.
And that's the story of when I realized that I was a bad DM.
I was a player in a home game in a group of 5 players and we were low level at the time (less than level 5).
We had to get rid of some goblins in a cave, as you do.
As the party rogue, I was attempting to sneak ahead into the main cave chamber to see what we were up against.
Natural 1 on my stealth check as I turn the corner.
A bunch of goblins all stare at me and the rest of my party is like 30+ feet behind, so no support for at least 1 round.
Thinking fast, I go "Cave Inspector, need to check everything is up to code."
Natural 20! on the Deception.
We eventually convinced them to leave the cave and join us as followers, which met our quest completion, as they were no longer in the cave bothering the town
We outfitted half with crossbows and half with shields and polearms and marched around with a little goblin army.
Running Out of the Abyss, and as the PCs enter the darklake, I have them be followed by a giant rocktopus (part of the adventure), 'cause why not. Ran the fight with the pirate-y kuo-toa, and the rocktopus pops up. The PCs have a discussion about what to do on the wizard's turn, when one says 'why not use catapult'. Discussed, and thought that, though it was a good idea, there wasn't anything to throw. Suddenly someone else says 'why not throw the octopus'. I know its probably over the weight limit, but anyway. The octopus got flung from the water and landed on the captain's head, pitching him over the side.
Might not sound as funny like this, but the party could not breathe for laughter for the next few minutes.
One of my players(a monk) captured a plain old nasty rat and has failed 5 plus animal handling checks in attempt to tame it, but keeps hitting the dex saves for catching it when it tries to get away. The DC has now risen to 25, the rat is savaging his hands, and we just had a druid join in and decide to cast speak with animals. I have never had more fun RPing , then playing this animal cussing out( I used the word bleep rather than real cusses and it was HILARIOUS) and threatening a human with outlandish and violent threats. The players were in stitches!
I was playing a D&D with a bunch of strangers and a friend, my friend's character had a drinking problem. As we set out on the trail to a place, his character is very very very drunk. Soon we are ambushed by wolves, he decides to tame the wolves.
DM: with what?
Freind: What do I have in my hands?
DM: Shortswords.
He rolls at disadvantage (cuz he's drunk) and gets a nat 1, so the DM says because it's shortswords, he has to make an attack roll. 20. The wolf nearly dies, and they all run away from the psycotic wierdo.
I was running a solo game of LMOP with a friend, and using an npc Dragonborn sorcerer. When they get to the beginning town, Phandalin. When they get there, they encounter the Redbrands at the tap room. The PC, a firbolg druid with massive strength modifier, decide to pick up a rebrand, choke it out, and throw it at the rest. I tel him to roll athletics for all of that. Nat 20, 19, Nat 20. He proceeds to pick up the rebrand off of his feet, choke him into unconsciousness, and then throw them at the rest. I have him roll a d6 damage, doubled because of the nat 20. He rolls a 6. And knocks two other rebrands unconscious. They finish off the last one when the druid spams thunderclap till he dies. Also, he decided to take a job as a woodworker there. Idk why, but he started running a very successful business and did not finish the rest of the campaign.
When I was running my first game as a DM in high school (AD&D days) I decided we were going to use somatic spell components. These were all new players. One or two had played in a session or two with another DM, but they didn't know much about the game. So I decided I needed to explain somatic components to them. I begin by imitating a tiny bow and arrow as the required somatic component for magic missile. I imitate holding a heavy sword in two hands for a spell used to conjure a magical sword. Then I stick my finger out at the player next to me as the somatic component for stinking cloud. At first they didn't get it. Then I told him to pull my finger, and when he did, I made a "raspberry" sound with my mouth. That made everybody bust out laughing. So for a while, I could make everyone laugh by just sticking out my finger. Well some playing time goes by and we get into a good combat encounter. The Magic User says, "Quick, get ready to close the door!" Then he jumps off his chair bends over and spreads his feet about shoulder width apart, looks at me (the DM) and points his finger at me. Everyone starts howling laughing because we know he wants to cast stinking cloud and shut the door on the monsters. As we're regaining composure, I reach out and pull his finger, and he really lets one rip! We didn't start playing again until after a break.
After that, at school, depending on the circumstance, we could make one another laugh just by holding out our finger and raising one eyebrow.
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Do you have any? I love reading funny D&D stories, especially when told through the DM’s perspective, and I’m sure other people do as well.
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Running through LMoP. My table of newbs confront the Redbrands outside the Sleeping Giant in Phandalin. The banter of the conversation ended with a PC inquiring with a ruffian about a place to sleep. In my best DM response, I state that the ground would be a great place once we’re done with you. The PC then said, “I’ll sleep on your corpse!” Needless to say, this became a thing. After the encounter, the PC’s character laid down on the ruffian’s dead body. I had a fun time NPC'ing Sildar Hallwinter as he approached the party after that encounter. After that, well, the practice has continued. The group named themselves the “Necro-Nappers”. LMAO!!!!
My adventurers got into the habit of skinning dead things and wearing their skins. They came upon the dead body of a local noble and decided to skin him and make his skin into a skin suit that they would then wear together. The party was a dwarf and a gnome and the dead guy was a human, so the gnome stood on the dwarf's shoulders while they donned the suit. So I made them roll a survival check to see how well-made the skin suit was. They rolled a natural 20. For every action they performed whilst in the skin suit I made them describe to me how they performed the action in the skin suit. This also became a thing.
Not a story i've personally experienced, but something i was told off.
The party was made up of various monstruous races, and one of them was a Minautor Assassin...,yup...
So they narrowed a rival gang hideout, and they set up a plan of action.
The Minautor said to them" i'll go in, when you hear the signal you burst the door open and barge in", one of the guys asks" whats the signal?", to wich the Minautor responds" Oh you'll know..."
And he does his shadow assassin thing where he phases THROUGH the wall, a sec later the party outside hears someone inside shouting "HOLY ****!!! a Minautor just passed through the Wall!!!!"
At that point the others looked each other..." yup thats the signal..."
"Normality is but an Illusion, Whats normal to the Spider, is only madness for the Fly"
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LOL!
I hosted my first session as a DM for some friends last night and they encountered a fight against an Ogre. Something to note was that this Ogre came into the fight completely naked with only a club in hand and he was male so you can guess how that looked xD. The fight ended with the Bard of the group using Vicious Mockery on the Ogre telling him "You have a small pee-pee." and the Ogre dies. Not a long story but a funny ending to a fight for sure.
Hah! So another story I just thought of. At my table, a brother and sister play PCs - the brother is a drunken dwarf fighter and the sister a tiefling rogue (their characters are not bro/sis in the game). As I'm describing glowing rocks in my iteration of the Mine of Phandelver, the dwarf takes his axe and hits one, causing shards of the rock to fall to the floor. He asks if he can eat one of the shards (thinking it to be candy [?]), so I, the DM, say "yes, but roll a d6". Mentally, I put a qualifier that if the d6 landed on a 5 or 6 the dwarf starts choking. It landed on a 5. I tell him he starts choking on the rock, but none of the PCs were terribly worried. His sister laughs at him, commenting about how she hoped he dies or something typical, but still no one helps the dwarf. So, I had the NPC cleric administer the Heimlich. I narrated that as the dwarf coughed up the rock-shard, it hits the tiefling square in the face, and toss a d4 for damage. She took 3pts of damage, but then I waived it all off. It was just a funny interaction that helps make the game very very fun.
party went to silverymoon to rob somebody, they all ended up getting full time jobs and waited a week before "planning" the heist. the dwarf in half plate totally botched his stealth sneaking up to start a distracting fire that the sorcerer concentrating on spider climb got hit by a guard checking out the noise that he lost the spell dropping the wildshaped druid 15 feet causing enough damage to drop him out of wildshape. They are currently debating whether or not to leave town.
It's funnier out of context - but ... some background. My wife has a reoccurring thread in her Facebook page -#heardinmyhouse - where she quotes snippets of weird conversations ( we have a lot of those ) and humorous bits of our conversations out of context.
Being a player in my campaign, she's threatened to start #heardinmydndgame. The winning entry in that so far would be an actual, serious, dead-pan question from last campaign: "Are the flowers still laughing at us?"
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I was running my party through a dungeon where they came across a room with cursed mirrors that on a failed Wisdom saves showed the PCs their worst fears (and caused a lot of psychic damage).
First player goes through, saves and moves on.
Second player fails. I go into detail about how their long dead sister blames her for her death, condemning her with guilt and shame.
Third player fails. Has an equally dark experience as she witnesses her barbarian rage consume her and she becomes a horrific monster.
Fourth player, seeing this happen, decides to look directly into the mirror. She witnesses herself living out a dull and meaningless existence far from adventure.
By this point the players have realised that I have prepared these dark nightmarish fears for each of their characters and are both freaked and excited.
The first player turns around. "That looks fun! Can I have a go?"
Suffers crit damage and lands on 1HP. (About twenty minutes before they reach the Beholder I had lined up for them...)
Longish one-
So I was running a Kraken-hunting campaign inspired by puffin forest, and the party, at 4th level managed to beat a level 14 rogue that rolled terribly when I fought them, and they ended up earning a massive treasure hoard, enough to buy an airship and still have a considerable amount of money (I did not mean for them to beat the rogue). It was a few sessions after that, and I had given them some magical items, which included an Iron flask with a Night Hag trapped Inside. They encountered an airship of 15 pirates and three captives. After a few rounds of back-and-forth ranged attacks, they decided to end it sooner, so they threw the night hag at them. At this point, the pirates were relatively banged up, so they could not resist a night hag. Every pirate died, and the night hag moved on to the PCs' ship. Two players, a warlock and a paladin, said
"I roll to befriend it."
Natural 20, 19.
The hag starts talking to them all friend-like, until it remembers that It was thrown while inside a flask. It starts asking who threw it.
Now I am not a very good DM, needlessly to say, and one of the captives on the ship was an insurance salesman. Since they were hunting a kraken, they wanted insurance for their airship. So, Jon from city-state farm was thought of immediately (he is the captive).
this was all before the hag, by the way.
They had started planning to attack the ship and retrieve the salesman, until one of them remembered,
"Wait! If we need someone from city-state farm, all we need to do is ask for their help, right?"
This is the point where a good DM would draw the line, but oh-no, not me. They asked, and the captive disappeared from the pirate ship, and appeared on theirs. They started asking him for insurance.
Eventually the night hag was thrown, And now you are all caught up.
So, since Jon from city-state farm had not given them free insurance, some of them said Jon, and the paladin and monk said the druid, who was the one who did throw the flask.
The warlock, whom I had let have 50 RABBITS, said "It was one of my rabbits!"
Since I'm not a good DM, I rolled intelligence for the rabbit - nat. 20.
Yeah.
The rabbit piped up and said "um, no I didn't."
Surprisingly, this was overlooked and not referred to again.
Eventually the players decide to get the truth out, so they started saying It was the druid. Since they had been saying it was Jon for so long, I had each of them roll persuasion. First was the monk, Nat. 1 minus 1, 0.
Then Druid, who said Jon. Nat 2.
Then Warlock, who said the druid. 3 plus 1, 4.
Then Paladin. 4.
The Hag still thought it was Jon, and they had to spend a little longer convincing It.
By then, the hag was tired of debate and just gave up.
In case you don't believe that I'm a bad DM, listen to this part.
Earlier in the campaign, I. had them explore a large Island. There the Warlock BEFRIENDED A F***ING TWO-LEGGED GIRAFFE.
YEAH.
The hag started talking to the Warlock, asking if they wanted to be friends. The Warlock said yes, and Yay! It's over, you think.
Oh, no. Not by a long shot.
I HAD THE HAG WANT THE WARLOCK GET RID OF THE TWO-LEGGED GIRAFFE.
The warlock. said no, and the hag said
"let this be decided in battle."
Still don't think I'm bad? The Giraffe f***ing won.
And that's the story of when I realized that I was a bad DM.
Well in this village we were visiting we entered a fishing competition. The barbarian I was playing got bored and decided to use his axe to fish and jumped in. Just as I did the cleric hooked a Giant shark but it broke off. So I end up fighting a shark and winning the competition.
Speechless
I was a player in a home game in a group of 5 players and we were low level at the time (less than level 5).
We had to get rid of some goblins in a cave, as you do.
As the party rogue, I was attempting to sneak ahead into the main cave chamber to see what we were up against.
Natural 1 on my stealth check as I turn the corner.
A bunch of goblins all stare at me and the rest of my party is like 30+ feet behind, so no support for at least 1 round.
Thinking fast, I go "Cave Inspector, need to check everything is up to code."
Natural 20! on the Deception.
We eventually convinced them to leave the cave and join us as followers, which met our quest completion, as they were no longer in the cave bothering the town
We outfitted half with crossbows and half with shields and polearms and marched around with a little goblin army.
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Running Out of the Abyss, and as the PCs enter the darklake, I have them be followed by a giant rocktopus (part of the adventure), 'cause why not. Ran the fight with the pirate-y kuo-toa, and the rocktopus pops up. The PCs have a discussion about what to do on the wizard's turn, when one says 'why not use catapult'. Discussed, and thought that, though it was a good idea, there wasn't anything to throw. Suddenly someone else says 'why not throw the octopus'. I know its probably over the weight limit, but anyway. The octopus got flung from the water and landed on the captain's head, pitching him over the side.
Might not sound as funny like this, but the party could not breathe for laughter for the next few minutes.
One of my players(a monk) captured a plain old nasty rat and has failed 5 plus animal handling checks in attempt to tame it, but keeps hitting the dex saves for catching it when it tries to get away. The DC has now risen to 25, the rat is savaging his hands, and we just had a druid join in and decide to cast speak with animals. I have never had more fun RPing , then playing this animal cussing out( I used the word bleep rather than real cusses and it was HILARIOUS) and threatening a human with outlandish and violent threats. The players were in stitches!
I was playing a D&D with a bunch of strangers and a friend, my friend's character had a drinking problem. As we set out on the trail to a place, his character is very very very drunk. Soon we are ambushed by wolves, he decides to tame the wolves.
DM: with what?
Freind: What do I have in my hands?
DM: Shortswords.
He rolls at disadvantage (cuz he's drunk) and gets a nat 1, so the DM says because it's shortswords, he has to make an attack roll. 20. The wolf nearly dies, and they all run away from the psycotic wierdo.
I did NOT eat those hikers.
I was running a solo game of LMOP with a friend, and using an npc Dragonborn sorcerer. When they get to the beginning town, Phandalin. When they get there, they encounter the Redbrands at the tap room. The PC, a firbolg druid with massive strength modifier, decide to pick up a rebrand, choke it out, and throw it at the rest. I tel him to roll athletics for all of that. Nat 20, 19, Nat 20. He proceeds to pick up the rebrand off of his feet, choke him into unconsciousness, and then throw them at the rest. I have him roll a d6 damage, doubled because of the nat 20. He rolls a 6. And knocks two other rebrands unconscious. They finish off the last one when the druid spams thunderclap till he dies. Also, he decided to take a job as a woodworker there. Idk why, but he started running a very successful business and did not finish the rest of the campaign.
When I was running my first game as a DM in high school (AD&D days) I decided we were going to use somatic spell components. These were all new players. One or two had played in a session or two with another DM, but they didn't know much about the game. So I decided I needed to explain somatic components to them. I begin by imitating a tiny bow and arrow as the required somatic component for magic missile. I imitate holding a heavy sword in two hands for a spell used to conjure a magical sword. Then I stick my finger out at the player next to me as the somatic component for stinking cloud. At first they didn't get it. Then I told him to pull my finger, and when he did, I made a "raspberry" sound with my mouth. That made everybody bust out laughing. So for a while, I could make everyone laugh by just sticking out my finger. Well some playing time goes by and we get into a good combat encounter. The Magic User says, "Quick, get ready to close the door!" Then he jumps off his chair bends over and spreads his feet about shoulder width apart, looks at me (the DM) and points his finger at me. Everyone starts howling laughing because we know he wants to cast stinking cloud and shut the door on the monsters. As we're regaining composure, I reach out and pull his finger, and he really lets one rip! We didn't start playing again until after a break.
After that, at school, depending on the circumstance, we could make one another laugh just by holding out our finger and raising one eyebrow.