Your favorite gaming experiences?

[Masterpuck]

Pretty much whatever you wanna post that you found exciting, cool, whatever. ill start it off with probably one of my favorite characters ever. I had a Feral flind gnoll name Grimjack, i had like 28 strength, took a few unarmed feats. by 5th level (+3 LA so 2 character lvls) i was dealing an average of about 52, and in the 70's if i charged.

[Cancer]

Killing a dragon twice our party's CR by using legitimate, RAW, methods.

[Replay]

My 5th level High Elf Monk killed a Large Fire Elemental (CR 6) that was on half health with a single shot from a Composite Longbow +1

(haven't played much, our face to face DM takes a while between games, so at this point thats the most exciting thing to happen, dunno if its that special or not really yet, still kinda new to D&D. Epic game though)

[aivanther]

In an evil campaign, triple crossing the village that hired us and the goblins we were supposed to clear by leading the goblins into the village, then locking them in the houses with villagers that we torched was good times. or evil times. That game made me feel dirty...

[TaintedHolyWater]

Casting magic missile at the darkness!

Killing said darkness with the magic missile! Ok so it was a Night Blight but still.

Killing a dragon with a natural 1. Use magic device is a scary skill if you use it wrong. No one else died at least, just me and the dragon.

Flaming Halflings!

Playing a blind, crippled wizard. His favourite spells were fireball and darkness!

Playing a necromancer that loved to help save the day in his own special way. If I let them destroy the world what will I conquer?

Playing Atateer Epsepah whom everyone thought was evil to all hell, he had the vow of peace. Ya, he had black wings, fangs, smelt like brimstone, and belched fire on occasion. What the party didn’t know was that he donated most of his treasure to the local orphanages… along with some of their treasure too.

[loki_ragnarock]

Attacking the party with a gargantuan dire crocodile and watching them kill it, earning the title "dragon slayers."

Having them track down an escaped "unicorn," and finding a wooly rhinoceros at the end.

They've come to a level where the flim-flammery is sort of untenable, but it was fun while it lasted.

[Calden]

Playing as an elven rogue with Point Blank Shot and Precise Shot which meant I didn't have to worry about the -4 for shooting into combat. The party was fighting some dire apes I believe it was and everyone else charged in except for myself and the wizard. On my turn I rolled a natural 20 and max damage on one ape and it went down. On my 2nd turn once again natural 20 and max damage took the second ape down, unfortunately the other apes were doen by the time my 3rd turn came round. Was never able to achieve this since...oh well good times

[Unbounded]

So our group was on a ship chasing a ship of bad guys and trying to hit them with a catapult hurling fireballs (cuz we were not playing a setting that allowed cannons). One player gets the idea that he wants to launch himself with the catapult to the other ship. Our DM, a very understanding guy (to his deep regret) decides to caution the player that he can attempt this but he will still have to make the accuracy check to land on the ship. This boiled down to one of the rest of us rolling at least an 18.

Well the adventurous player decides he is going to go for it, so he hops into the catapult and drinks a potion of resist fire. He then lights himself on fire, not taking any damage because of the strength of the potion. Now we are were rooting for him (except maybe the DM), and one of us rolled high enough to get him on the boat. He runs around hugging everything on the boat in sight (and acts it out in real life) until the ship has caught enough damage that the crew abandons ship. He then swims back to our boat, using the sea to put out the fire on his person.

I wish there were more players that thought like him.

[Lolcrazy]

Despite being a sucker for magic user classes, one of my favorite experiences in rping was in a Battlemech campaign.

As my introduction stated, his primary attributes were his skill with lasers and sociopathy. His antics included, but were by no means limited to, using a shock porn title labeled "2 clowns 1 pillow" for interrogations, maiming people with lasers, martial arts, explosives, and of course a marauder mech, harassing Word of Blake technicians for ancient porn, then, on a whim, managing to successfully disguise himself as a technician and sneak in twice- once to confirm they had something of interest, then again to steal it.

Fun times.

[zevonian]

Had a campaign that took place on the jungle isle of Chult. Initial characters were Neutral, Chaotic Neutral or some sort of Evil. Went from 1st to 22nd or so level.

Highlights, and amusing lowlights, included the following:

New member of the group made a Good aligned character, not realizing we were anything but. We wound up sacrificing his character to an evil diety because clearly he wasn't one of us. We then gained bonuses for the next day of combat.
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We happened upon a caravan, 3 horse drawn wagons not seemingly slowed down by the terrain. Party starts to strategize how we're going to stop the caravan, that is if we should bother with it at all. Usual questions arise about possible hidden archers or spellcasters. My barbarian didn't feel like waiting...so I had him charge the lead horse. Wagons...stopped.
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Decided to have a dramatic entrance by busting down a wall in order to help an ally who was suddenly attacked while investigating a small shack. I could've taken a round and just ran around to the open door and stepped in, but noooo...I figured my strength of 24 would be more than enough to get the job done. DM called for a simple strength check, dc 10.

I failed the roll.

Twice.
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Someone in the party said they read a new supplement where Chult was now considered a peninsula, not an island. At the end of the campaign, we decided we'd correct that mistake...by using high level spells and kobold laborers to carve Chult into an island sized Hand of Malar.
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Pretty sure I can say this and not break the "pg-13" code...

Convinced our recently killed gnoll fighter to accept a resurrection spell with the promise of all the moldy cheese and "kobold loving" he could handle.
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[Frostfire]

I was a dwarven barbarian, and my group was riding a caravan until a bunch of goblins attack. We were outnumbered by a few, and they were pinning us behind the caravan. Then, one of the people in my group (a human fighter I believe) wanted to throw me over the caravan and on to the attackers. I sort of agreed and he made a skill check to throw me, sadly it was a success and I was launched over the caravan right on top of the goblin attackers.

[GrazztTheDark]

While DMing a game, a player used an orcish shotput to knock a wizard out of the air and into the ocean.

[Prospero]

Parleying with God and all 5 people in our group failing their diplomacy/bluff checks by rolling 1 which summoned Tarrasque was pretty fun. We were turned into a bloody pulp shortly after, it did not stop us from laughing well into the wee hours.

[Stormhammer]

Here are a couple of funny stories that I fondly remember:

• When I first started gaming, I decided to try my hand at playing a wizard before I even had a handle on the game. Lets just say I had the bright idea of using shocking grasp on a skeleton. I was cut to ribbons from a critical hit before I even knew what had happened. Remember the Alamohr became a favorite catchphrase for my gaming group.
• Our party arrived at an old church occupied by evil clerics, with my half-orc deciding to be cocky and forego stealth. Attempting to kick in the front doors with his massive strength, the doors didn't even budge. He made a second attempt before the party leader finally stepped forward and pulled the doors outwards.
• Our party had fought its way through a haunted mansion, finally finding the necromancer (the boss) enjoying a meal at his dining room table. As the necromancer launched into a speech about how he was such an awesome villain, my kobold sorcerer grabbed a stack of plates off the table and began throwing them at the necromancer like Frisbees. One of the plates hit him square in the chest, shattering into a thousand pieces, bringing his annoying speech to an immediate end. I remember how much I hated bosses giving Final Fantasy style speeches while the characters just stood there listening.

[Kathulos]

Killing Zeromus from Final Fantasy IV with a staff hit with Rydia.