Silly lore in your campaigns.

What do they do to people who turn without signalling?

One of my scrapped worlds that I never got to run had, as part of an incredibly obnoxious pun, recreational drug use as a prominent aspect of high elf culture.

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What do they do to people who turn without signalling?

They get put on the rack.

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What do they do to people who turn without signalling?

 

They get put on the rack.

They get whichever arm they didn't signal with stretched, to remind them in future!

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The one game I actually ran was a goofy one-shot which revolved around a group of adventurers hired to protect a castle from an army of orcs that was launching a full-blown siege over a j-walking incident. I've since thrown around the idea that orcs in this world are fanatically obsessed with road safety, to the point where they have extreme punishments for the slightest violations. Things like getting burned at the stake for running a red light, thrown in the stocks and pelted with rotten vegetables for not looking both ways before you cross the street, drawn and quartered for speeding. Maybe having the roads line with gibbet cages containing decomposing skeletal remains with a sign saying something along the lines of "j-walkers ye be warned!"

 This is honestly the best one here.

So Kayda, my dragonborn, has a pet glow-in-the-dark slug, she asked her warlock friend to poly morph (or wild shift, i can't remember) the slug into a crab. Kayda proceeded to teach the crab how to do the crab rave and showed the rest of the part.

The Chorzhoi Orcs of the Middlemarches are one of the most dreaded enemies of the Cardendan Empire, not because of their ferocity or skill at arms, although they have all that to spare.  It’s because of their gift for satire.

After they defeat you on the field, they lampoon you in comedic verse.  Their bards have a gift for deft wordplay and hooks for days.  Not every song they write is a banger, but every one is a toe-tapper.  And every general in Castelrouge knows the experience of hearing a song about their worst failure sung innocently by children on the street at least once in their life.  The Chorzoi call this K’tom Lyev, The Final Knife.

Vecna blew up the moon

I Am frightening TBH

I have one eyed, one horned, flying purple people eaters who can be befriended by playing rock n roll music.

I have two different magical items that grant the ability to create and webbing that is essentially Spider-Man based stuff.

One of the most powerful beings is a Warforged-like construct that appears to be a young girl in a maid outfit.

One of the beings who visited the world from one of the other dimensions in ages long past made a huge name for himself before he was discovered in what became a huge scandal. his name was Lepre the Kaun (the people are Kauns), and ever since then all of them are called…

 A good third of my world’s lore is references to in-jokes, movies, films, and books that went into he inspiration of it, even though it is very much nothing like any of them. And when we play, I will take silly things and run with them, playing the straight.

In my group's campaign, we have a goblin named Barrel that was born in a barrel and it doesn't know how to read anything but tavern menus.

A pirate utopia / secret haven. An evolved version of plutocracy called bootycracy, where you get more votes if you donate more booty to the town. Value for different types of booty is set yearly by the elected Booty Council. Registers for voting rights and booty donations are maintained by the Secretary of Booty, commonly known as the Bootytary. 😄

I have too much wacky stuff to include here but here are a few:

There is a god of buckets who wants everyone in the world to stick their head in a tin can.

The demon lord of chaos is a bumblebee.

There is a "god" of everything that starts with the letter B.

Aaracokra and other bird folk are ravaged by a disease called Chicken Pox that turns them into chickens.

Yo-yo's were invented in the land of the dead because it is really boring down there. 

When you die the Grim Sweeper comes for your soul. He sweeps away your spirit with his broom.

Mimic-sharks exist. They are mimics that resemble sharks and when you get close to them they eat you. Surprise! I bet you weren't expecting that!

The god of life is a porpoise. This is a pun on the purpose of life. 

Just spotted another one: I have "Towel" in my equipment lists.

Folks who buy it always say that they are ready. The younger folks look at them like they are nuts -- and then buy a towel.

Edited: found another one, referencing the way life after death works:

In rare or unusual circumstances, someone may be summoned or incarnated from outside the Cycle, outside the Cosmos. They are Incarnates, and are considered uniformly weird, but they, too, are subject to the Cycle thereafter. Antelle calls it the “hotel kalifornya” complex.

On one of the three continents, there's a region where the economy is dependent on the herding of fire-breathing...

Sheep.

Their meat is universally (across the continent, at least) considered one of the finest delicacies there is.

Another found, this time in my older "house rules" spells. Lordy, we had to have made this back in like '02, '03, lol.

That's at least how long the Towel has been in the equipment lists.

Conjure Towel

Level:	1	Complexity:	Simple	School:	Evocation	Cast Time:	1	Attack:	--
Duration:	0	Range:	Self	Area:	Self	Effect:	Towel	Save:	--
Space:	20'	Time:	2 hours	Circle:	5'			Targets:	--

You create a white, cotton terrycloth towel measuring 2 feet wide and 3 feet long, weighing 1.5 pounds.

You are now ready.

That's it. That's the whole spell. Ignore the odd structure, please, lol. It references some rules for rituals and such for the new game.

I'm beginning to think that AEDorsay is one hoopy frood.

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I'm beginning to think that AEDorsay is one hoopy frood.

My lore book is written from the perspective of three different teachers. There are subtle references to all kinds of things (wastes that are doing a call back to the Black Company series, for example), but then I have asides from the teachers like the Hotel California one, or this one:

I once joined a seven-month long search, and we traipsed many of the far corners and strange spaces of the world. We found empty lamaseries and ancient ruins, but not once, in all those months did we come across any healing spring, having followed ever last one of the clues we could obtain. It was an enormous waste of time, money and life.

Over half our bearers were slain by wildlife, the rest of us by critters like the terrifying Almiraj.

Nasty little bunnies. The small group we had sent ahead to scout had to use one of our precious Doradan grenades on it.

Speaking of critters…

Or this one from the introduction to the history section:

There are many mysteries, many stories, even for a life as brief as yours, Mistral Urton, and I have not the time for your nonsense now! Ah, I see my new Pupils have arrived. Come, come! Gather now, gather! Very well, Urton, you can join.

They are sprinkled all over the place.

About halfway up a mountain (because they are high and kill people) there is a massive black stone monolith, and legend says that you can ask it a single question, and it will answer. For centuries people have gone to this stone and asked it all manner of questions. You only get one, though.

One day a beloved Emperor made the pilgrimage to this fabled stone, and he asked the question "What is the meaning of life?". The stone was silent for a time, and then in a grinding, grating voice, it said "Forty one."

Okay, I have no idea why half of my last post was bolded, nor how to get rid of it.  Even deleting the entire post and rewriting it didn't make it go away.