I did a lot of crazy things in Vampire the Masquerade when I played it; Trying to break open a locked footlocker with my foot as my mad scientist Malkavian (broke my toes instead), being used as a human battering ram as my drunken Scottish Brujah (worked perfectly), and punching a Werewolf in the face while the sun came up and an Antediluvian awoke (did not end well, for anyone involved). My best story though, and my greatest success, involved an old grizzled military veteran and a helicopter.
So, my previous character, the Malkavian, had recently died in a flaming heap of garbage surrounded by police after jumping out a 20th floor window (its a long story), and as I was rolling up a new character the DM told me that we didn't have a pilot on the team which would be helpful, so I decided to roll up an old military man who'd served in every major conflict from Vietnam to the Gulf as part of an elite spec-ops team and helicopter pilot, and who'd retired from the service and started a company who did helicopter tours of the Rockies.
At this point in the campaign, someone had been hunting werewolves by helicopter with a highpower sniper rifle, and as I joined the group we found out they were renting the chopper from my company and they had it scheduled in about half an hour. Since we had no time to procure a larger vehicle, we had to pile seven people into a five-seater, so me and our teams muscle got in the trunk and we sped off, sparking off a high-speed police chase in the process. The helicopter was taking off when we arrived with the pilot at the controls and the sniper sitting by the doors. I took my shotgun out, kicked my way out of the trunk, and ran at the helicopter as it took off managing to just barely jump into the cabin. Our muscle did the same, though his jump went right through the helicopter, tore the doors off, and took the sniper with him.
I put my shotgun to the pilots head and told her to land, then realized that there were dozens of police officers waiting outside and that I had several unregistered weapons I'd 'borrowed' from the army, so I had her take off instead and head toward the forest. Once we were over the forest, I shot the pilot in the back of the head and jumped out, letting the trees slow me down and the soft forest floor break my fall, then I walked calmly away as the helicopter crashed a couple meters behind me in a huge ball of fire.
The DM said I was going to die, the rest of the group called me an idiot, but I pulled it off and walked away with barely a scratch. Fortune favors the bold.