Spinwhiz said:
We will also take stories from other tabletop games. Regardless of game, the stories themselves are usually MOSTLY interchangeable
Sweet! Then I've got one from the Palladium Fantasy PnP:
I was playing as a Warrior Monk, well trained in the Bo Staff. My alignment was 'Principled', and for those who haven't played Palladium, it's basically the goodiest of goody two shoes. I like to play in character, and by that I mean follow my alignment to the 'T' even if that path would be very inconvenient, or downright dangerous.
My companions and I stumbled upon the bandit camp we were looking for. We weren't particularly high level, in fact very low. There were many bandits, and we knew we couldn't take them all. So I proposed that I use some skills I had to stumble into the camp as a beggar to try and gather intel and learn what I could.
Seemed like a good idea at the time.
As I stumbled into the camp I was accosted by two bandits who drew their weapons and demanded to know who I was, what I wanted, etc. I failed any attempts to persuade them to just let me pass or whatever, which was very hard anyways since my alignment practically prohibited lying. So the two attacked me! Now despite my alignment, I could still defend myself. And so I did, but this is where is got a little hairy.
I struck one man in the head, really only wanting to knock him out (Remembering my alignment).
Dice roll? 20. His head was crushed.
Dang!
The second I struck in the chest, hoping to just hurt him a bit.
Dice roll? 19. With my training, instant knockdown.
However, given his position, he fell right into the fire and burst aflame.
Dang!
The GM (Game Master, same as DM) did some rolls of his own and bandit was up, screaming and running around the camp lighting everything on fire. Part of 'everything' was a pile of kegs filled with some alcoholic substance that bandits were drinking which was, naturally, very flammable.
The kegs exploded, lit the rest of the camp on fire, and lit the forest on fire. The bandits were all dead, our party was severely injured due to trying to escape a big forest fire, and none of the other party members called my character a sissy choirboy anymore. For the rest of the game, it was brought up over and over:
Me: I enter the tavern
Party member: Yeah...perhaps you should stay out here. I'm sure the town doesn't want to be burned to a crisp.
Me: I said it was an ACCIDENT!
Party Member: Tell it to the charred bandits and bunnies.
or
Party Member: Let's try and sneak past these guys. And by sneak past, I don't mean set everything on fire in a rum-filled explosion.
Me: Oh for pete's sake!
It was a fun game, to say the least.