Man, I loved the Rolemaster system in college, even if my characters always did wind up dying in some bizarre fashion that prevented resurrection. Occasionally the gamemasters actually felt bad about it because I was a pretty good player - just had the most eat-shit luck sometimes. Actual conversation:
GM: "So the hellhound breathes a fireblast at you and...*roll*...uh...*open-ended roll again*...uh-oh..."
ME: "Should I just start rolling up a new character now?"
GM: "No, no, I mean, okay, you take a...*consults chart*...er...34G-type Fire critical, but you're at full hits, there's almost no chance the critical will...*roll*...ummm..."
ME: *looks at die result* "98, huh? Lemme see, according to the fire critical table, that means I'm..."
GM: "...I am REALLY sorry."
ME: "...instantly burned to a pile of ash. Due to a fireball the size of my hand."
I got my revenge a few months later when the guy who had been that GM was playing a character in a campaign I was running. He had not seen Rolemaster Companion III yet and at one point uttered this line which is forever etched in my memory...
"A NETHER Critical? What's THAT? *pause* Why are you smiling like that?"
Haven't played it in something like fifteen years, but my RPG bookshelves still have the old 3-book set and Rolemaster Companions I-VII displayed in a prominent place of honor.