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« on: August 19, 2010, 10:19:44 PM »
Alright, one of my favorite stories is about to be told. It holds several common tendencies that gamers tend to have. Namely: Meta-gaming and Fragile Player.
Back when I was living in northern Illinois (usa, of course) I frequented a game shop every Monday to play the good old D&D 3.5. One of the other usuals, a man whom we shall call Darwin, liked to make rather overpowered characters. Heck, we all munchkined in those games.
He was probably the third or fourth best at munchkining, though (me being one of the last, lol). Regardless, this player had the habit of cheating. He would call out false die rolls and would 'metagame'. His redeeming feature was his glass-jaw. No matter how strong his characters were, they found themselves dead quite frequently.
Now that this man's background has been explained, allow me to proceed with the story. We were dungeon crawling through an undead lair as a bunch of level 6s. His character had died earlier that day (fell into the ocean at the docks w/ heavy armor, failed swim checks) so now he played some sort of Swashbuckler, if I recall properly, with oriental armor that brought his AC up to something along the lines of 23. Anyways, we are exploring and I, a warmage, decide to enter a room by myself (we split up a bit in order to cover more ground). In this room, I find a couple of fairly large treasure chests, as the DM put it.
Spoken as almost a side-note, the DM tells me that there is a Undead Dragon standing right in front of the treasures.
Our metagaming Darwin does not hear this side-note and, upon me leaving the Undead Dragon (what I assumed to be way out of our league) alone, Darwin asks my character "So. What did you find in there?"
To which I, knowing he was OOC listening to almost everything and wanting to punish him for it, say "Why, nothing that we need to worry about. There is nothing in that room."
To which Darwin turns to the DM and says "I don't believe him. I walk into the room and go up to the treasure."
The DM smiles, rolls a few die, and says "Surprise round, the Undead Dragon deals 24 damage to you."
Darwin looks back to me, relatively displeased as you could imagine. Utilizing our magics (the cleric and myself), as well as the small doorway, we managed to kill the thing. But not before Darwin died, bless his meat-shield body. I always wondered why the dragon seemed to die rather quickly after Darwin did (maybe the DM had the same idea I did in mind? Lol.)
Darwin had to re-roll a third character. This character, for no reason in particular, hated my character vehemently.
I lol about it to this day.
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. Anyways, it was pretty cool to see the party working alongside Cortez this time around. 
