making that spot check

>>5828035
NOT killing those goblin women and children.

Apparently half the tribe starved with no hunters (as we DID kill all the males)
The other half vowed revenge and were a constant thorn in the party's side.

I regret never taking those kids up on their offer to play Vampire: the Masquerade in my freshman year of high school.

I've been stuck playing D&D ever since...

All the goddamn time.

>>5828035

That makes me sad...

I'll bet there's a terribly tragic story behind that picture.
I'll also bet I wouldn't care if I heard it.

Me though? We were playing a D&D campaign set in a world so harsh and jaded that we basically went from good to evil within the first three sessions. By the end of it, we were cutthroat ruthless men to a man, the scarred products of an ignoble world.
And then we had a chance to change it. We had a chance to save something good, and pure, a few minor characters, some girls from a light-worshipping clergy from the west, and a fat eunuch-warrior who protected them. There were four of them, counting fat-man, and they had ventured into Ventria, a land fearful of magic. We met them in a tavern, and hit it off pretty well. The rogue and the bard befriended two of the priestesses, and the sorcerer got his hooks into the eldest of them, whilst the barbarian and our leader (a warblade woman who had survived the entire campaign thusfar, no mean feat) befriended the fat-man, because by some strange coincidence they all used Falchions, and shared sharpening techniques.
The next day, on our way out to complete our mission (intelligence gathering) we passed a mob that was preparing to stone the girls and their bodyguard to death, apparently for being members of a rival church or something. The rogue wanted to go and help them, the bard wanted to talk the crowd down, even The Boss was trying to think of ways to diffuse the situation... But we couldn't. We couldn't break cover and risk being found out. So we watched. We watched them get beaten to death with rocks, we watched one of the girls be raped a dozen times and then have her throat cut, we watched fat-man die swinging his sword in vain at a hail of thrown bricks and cobblestones... And then we left.

>>5828091
D= you don't know the story behind that picture? You are not a true man, you are but dancer.

>>5828091
You're a big bunch of pricks.

>>5828091
Continue'd.
And then we returned to headquarters, in a neighboring country, and submitted our findings. Troop deployments, political situations, merchant alliances, the nature of the enemy. And we found that a shift in the balance of powers had rendered the entire question moot. There would be no war. Our trip had been in vain. "But at least", said the commandant, "you got to see Ventria. Nice place, eh?"

I'm raging for you, anon.

>>5828097
>>you are but dancer.

With a tutu.

>>5828107
Yours was a truly grimdark campaign. Your DM was awesome.

>>5828091
>>5828107
You're the kind of fucker who'd have left Viconia to burn.
You're the kind of fucker who let them kill Wallace.
You're the kind of fucker who let them beat that girl to death in The Lottery.
You're the opposite of a hero. You're a goddamn tool.
RAEGRHGAFHG

>>5828131

Looking at the last panel, I feel unsavoury. Like someone with clammy hands touched me.

>>5828041
You boned a dude, didn't you?

>>5828035

It's okay Misty... I feel alone too.

>>5828097

So what's the story?

>>5828161
>>5828141
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aRK5vLUYLmg

Now... now I have nothing left... I'm sorry, but I just want to be alone for a while.

>>5828091

*Gauntlet Slap*
You, sir, are no gentleman!

>>5828173
Ash and Misty travel together in the first pokemon cartoon

In the second one she's gone and there's a new girl, also Ash is wearing a new hat

This happens again and again, and I don't think it's ever alluded to by any of the characters

You see, son, the funny thing about regret is: it is better to regret something you have done, than to regret something you havn't done. And if you see your mom this weekend would you be sure and tell her SATAN! SATAN! SATAN! SATAN!

>>5828173

Basically, Misty was travelling with Ash since the first episode. As they were together, he always said how important his hat was. Additionally, it alluded a few times to there maybe being something between them, but they never acted.

In the second series, he got a new hat and left without sating goodbye, not thinking about her once.

>>5828185
Mm.

He keeps dumping them and throwing away those hats.

Fuck, he practically killed anyone who touched that damn hat in the first season. Then he just throws the fuckign thing away.

>>5828107

I cried manly tears

>>5828149
Uh... Yeah. That was kind of the premise of the game. The campaign was one long deconstruction of heroism. Do you know what would have changed if we had intervened? First off, someone would have noticed we have weapons that aren't Ventrian. They take their steel damn seriously. So that's a cry of "SPIES" right there. Then, we get our asses busted for aiding and abetting heretics. That means we get both the fucking Ventrian Gestappo and the Darkbringers of the Cult of Shadows crawling up our asses... In addition to 500 pissed off townsfolk. The DM seemed to have a bit of a hardon for low-level stuff, so we were... What, fourth level? We gained xp at something like one tenth the normal speed, most of the game was us gaining intangible power and whatnot, instead of vertical leveling. If we had interferred. five minutes later The Boss would be on her back with a hundred brick-broken bones and four or five cocks in her, probably the ranger as well. The men would have jumped straight to the "horrible castle torture chamber" step of the program. We had already seen what happened to dissidents in the Iron Keep.
So yeah. there was nothing we could do. But I STILL regret not doing anything.

>>5828192
2nd or 3rd episode actually.

And to be fair, the ship teasing was ONLY in the English Dub. In Japanese, nothing more happens. Nothing that wouldn't normally happen between two 12 year olds anyway.

>>5828189

Orbital ,good man

>>5828211
Sounds to me like you guys were playing the wrong system. WHFB or something with similarly deadly combat would have worked better, I'm sure.

I love the sound of this campaign, though. Very Glen Cook, I think.

>>5828224
While we're on the subject, what's the name of that one system that has highly detailed bodily damage tracking and doesn't even let the players know how much HP they have?

>>5828221
She has pretty nice tits for a twelve year old.

>>5828226
Depending on what you mean by "highly detailed" that could be Unknown Armies.

>>5828229
She does. I must have fapped to her like a billion fucking times when I was younger.

>>5828229
>>5828221
Who the FUCK decided that is was a GREAT idea to send TWELVE YEAR OLDS into the world to stage cockfights with strange and powerful critters and to TRAVEL THE WORLD!

Most twelve year olds can't even make their own Macaroni and cheese!

>>5828248
Actually, 10 year olds. That's the year you're allowed to start.

>>5828248

It was a story of growing up on your own two feet, not clinging to mother's apron strings.

>>5828248
Not too long ago in the grand scheme of humanity 12 years old was old enough to get married, join the clergy (which was often the same thing as joining local government), join the army, or, hell, be a full-fledged king and do away with your regent.

>>5828248

It's complicated, but basically Human Society in Pokemon is suspected to be in the middle of recovering from some sort of apocalyptic disaster, possibly some sort of Gene-war, odds are food and resources are scarce, and it's more efficient to simply send the kids out who aren't needed into the world to try and survive.

That's why there's hardly any cars and other vehicles, most settngs are actually medium sized islands barely bigger than hawaii or majorca and there are no animals OTHER than pokemon.

>>5828229
where's chris hansen when you need him?

>>5828221

So, there was no teasing in that movie with Lugia?

>>5828245
Is that the only one with the hidden HP thing? I could have sworn there was a more traditional medievalesque fantasy setting oriented system with something like that.

>>5828269
And fish. There was an aquarium at one point with non-pokemon.

>>5828276
Depends on if you consider clothes-on crotch grinding to be teasing.

>>5828272
misty is an object of lust, get over it

>>5828298
He means in the wild. Pokemon have displaced all naturally-evolved wildlife in the world.

>>5828306
Ah, well then yeah.

I always wonder if they're eating synthesized foods or if they're just eating pokemon.

>>5828309
It outright states in the Pokadex that Far'fetchd were hunted nearly to extinction because they were so tasty.

>>5828309
They eat Pokemon. Miltanks are basically cows, and there's reference to Pokemon fishing if I remember correctly.

I've never played any of the games, this is all from /v/'s discussions of this shit.

>>5828314
A lot of the pokedex entries in the games are a lot darker than the series, though.

>>5828300
can we has misty thred?

>>5828306

Which when you think about the number of times you see people eat fish or meat, it get's a little creepy you know?

I mean, pokemon, unlike most animals, are pretty much all completely sentient and about as intelligent as their human masters (even if they have a hard time communicating sometimes.) so why are they letting people eat them?

And if that ISN'T where the meat is coming from... then where IS it coming from?

I sense a Soylent Green solution.

>>5828329
I saw the Far'Fetchd episode. It was the same as in the game.
Team Rocket comments that the Leak Far'Fetched carries with it same them some time in meal preparation.

>>5828337
Misty?

>>5828339
They really aren't. Not in the games anyway.

>>5828339
Oh god.... all those Tauros Ash caught.... I bet Professor Oak had the biggest barbecue..

>>5828351
and whatever happened to that giant crabby that Gary caught?
I bet Oak had a big bucket of butter for that one

>>5828348

Hmmm... That IS true. It's only in the cartoons that the Pokemon seem highly intelligent.

Although there are some exceptions - Mewtwo for example.

>>5828091
>>5828107
>>5828211

I want to be able to DM with this kind of skill.

>>5828368
Most of the legendaries are... but I mean.. they ARE legendary..

>>5828368
Pretty much all the psychic pokemon were fairly intelligent. I seem to recall them saying Alakazam had some bullshit IQ of like 9000.

>>5828388

Sure it wasn't 9001?

>>5828395
Coulda been. I just know it was a lot more than was believable. And I didn't have any suspension of disbelief problems for shit like magnemite or voltorb, so...

>>5828388
Of course they're intelligent, could they pull off shit like this if they weren't?

>>5828416
Overpowering and raping a little girl half their size?

Why yes, yes I think they COULD do that even if they weren't particularly intelligent.

>>5828433
Hell niggers do it all the time

>>5828449

>>5828449

... on that subject, has anyone else noticed that Brock is basically the only black person to get a lead role in any anime ever?

I mean, I THINK there was one in Dragonar and Tenjo Tenge, but that's it.

Do black people just not exist in Japan or something?

For all that you can go "Haha, yeah I'm sure the child mortality rate in the pokemon world is high", this does actually seem to be represented in game. There are at least 4 times as many people of trainer age than of 25+. This either supports the human natural selection idea, post war society theory, or both.

>>5828499
Pretty much.

>>5828499

Brock is not black. He is Japanese.

>>5828499

Dutch from Black Lagoon?

>>5828433
>>5828449

>rimshot

>>5828499
He wasn't even Black!
Phillipeans.

>>5828525

>slowpoke.jpg

>>5828499
Brock isn't black.

>>5828521
Oh yeah, forgot about him..

>>5828535
He's black enough. You've got more named character in anime with blue skin than you have with black.

>>5828505
Then there's the fossile pokemon: Supposedly based on dinosaurs, but possibly used as sentient warmachines in some sort of previous pokemon war in bygone ages.

>>5828568
And Lt. Surge talks about fighting in "The War"

>>5828035
This picture, explain.

>>5828599
This thread, read.

I REGRET, NOTHING, EVER. EVEN THOUGH I GOT THE ENTIRE PARTY KILLED.

>>5828599

See >>5828192

>>5828568
If you call Brock black then ANY slightly tanned character in anime can be black... meaning that there are hundreds, if not thousands of black main characters in anime.

>>5828597

Exactly, and furthermore, what is he even a Liuetenant of? At not point do we see any evidence of united national level government, and not even a hint aside from surge of any kind of military in the games.

The best we get are officer jenny clones and the occaisional town mayor.

No wonder you've got criminal organisations like Team Rocket or Team Galaxy everywhere.

>>5828632

So basically, there are NO black people left in the pokemon world? Along with pretty much every other ethnic origin aside from Caucasian?

Wow. They DEFINATELY had some sort of apocalyptic gene war.

>>5828636
There are other law enforcement official the Jenny.
In the big city in the middle of the map an undercover detective tells you he;s been following you as you kick the crap out of Team Rocket.

>>5828652
Dude, in the series, Ash is pretty much the only one to even travel between the different areas of the country. Doesn't seem like it would be the kind of place to have ethnic diversity.

>>5828663

Yeah, but after six series and four movies?

We should have seen SOMEONE black or chinese by now.

Also, the game and the cartoon differ on how big the Kanto and Johto areas are (mostly due to gameplay reasons, nobody want's to play for a week just walking) but I get the feeling that the entire Johto/Kanto Area is barely bigger than England or Japan AT BEST.

Maybe somewhere out there, there is a completely fucked up mainland, where the pokemon eat humans, who are forced to hide underground to survive both the pokemon, and the mutant hybrids who just want to yiff everything to death.

>>5828652
You probably mean Japanese, not Caucasian.

pic related, ASH HAS NEVER LEFT JAPAN

>>5828716
apart from the fact that Hoenn needs to be rotated 90 degrees clockwise to actually match...

HOLY SHIT

In a fantasy/steampunk game my friend was running my PC was a quite quiet, low cha, shy warrior type who was a menace in battle but quite soft and sensitive outside of it.
The basic plot was that the BBEG were trying to take over the world, we had to stop them, ect ect. But the interesting thing was the side quest for my PC involving the NPC amazon warrior.
Basically big, brash, loud, uncouth and totally unfeminine, but in her own way kind and at times even vunerable. My PC fell in love with her but didn't have the balls to actually tell her, he'd face a dragon with a toothpick and a loin cloth but couldn't tell her he liked her.
Now, right before the final battle, I wander over to her tent and give her this sword, my character had been personally working on it for nearly half the RP, it was basically a +12, Keen bladed sword, encrusted in Jewels that was made with a mixture of adamantine and the metal of metorites, a sword of beauty that had engavings to detailed that the dwarves who ahd taught me metalsmithing cried when they saw what I had made, as they would never be able to do anything even remotely like it.
I gave this to her and said "Here, use this...after the battle, theres a little something in the handle in the compartment that I'd like you to have." and walked off.

it's impressive how little work has to be done to grim-and-darkify the pokemon universe
even less than mario

>>5828797
hell, it's pretty grimdark already if you read the pokedex descriptions. Like how Glalie freezes it's prey and then eats it alive? Or how Spoink has to keep bouncing at all times othersiw its heart stops and it dies?

>>5828811
exactly
basically all you have to do is make creatures actually take permanent damage/scarring and die instead of "GO UNCONSCIOUS" and you're done

>>5828797
I would argue that Kirby needs next to none, he's practically a Lovecraftian entity already.

Metroid of course, was ALWAYS grimdark.

>>5828811
Pearl's entry for Drifloon: "It tugs on the hands of children to steal them away. However, it gets pulled around instead."

>>5828777
During the final battle we defeat the BBEG, only for it to turn out that he has created a machine that turns him into a spirit (Think summonings of FF, also based of the persons personality) and f he's going to die, he's going to Fuck up everyones shit before going.
He jumps into this machine and out comes a demon of sheer blood thirst, greed and hate wielding a blade made of the dried blood of those he had killed.
Now the thing is, only a spirit can attack another spirit and all the PCs know that we don't have a spirit on us and wont have time to get one. Someone is going to have to die.
My PC was the only one in any condition to run for the machine, all the other PCs knew about his feelings and desperatly try to get over to him before he does something foolish, something he'd regret, he takes one last regretful glance at the Amazon and running leaps into the machine with a screeched battlecry.
The creature that comes out is basically him, but softer, less warrior looking, with massive wings of fire and eyes that peirce the heavens with their gaze, weilding a copy of the blade he gave to her and a sheild with a depiction of her on it and the words 'All I do, I do for thee M'lady.'
He then steps forward and slams the beast into the wall and kicks the everyloving shit out of him. BBEG tries to kill the Amazon to weaken his resolve and gets even more hurt for his troubles, finally being broken in half with a slam from the sheild.
At which point he takes off the helmet of the armour and looks at her, then smiles and starts to walk over as he slowly disintergrates (No summoning force = Disappear, FF like again), he manages to close enough for his hand to touch the sword handle, then disappears.
She opens it, inside is a wedding ring and a note with 'I love you, marry me.' written on it.

>>5828852

Oh snap.

>>5828777
did it end badly?

Semi-related: http://obsoletecliche.deviantart.com/art/Twisted-Pokemon-Ch-1-136741382

>>5828852

>>5828777
>>5828852
I was listening to this as I read this.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZGoWtY_h4xo

Goddamn it /tg/ what have you done to me? I'm leaking from my eyes!

>>5828852
fukken awesome

>>5828777
>>5828852
Saved for future manly tears threads.

>>5829023
Shared if anyone else wants.

>>5828852
>>5828777
eugh.

>>5828777
>>5828852
Well done old boot.

>>5829203
Sounds about how I reacted.

>>5828777
Even if this story is awesome I have one think to complain about...
>dwarves who ahd taught me metalsmithing cried when they saw what I had made, as they would never be able to do anything even remotely like it.
fucking bullshit

>>5829373
Epic level character rolled a 20 having put points in Craft every level since I met her and using the best materials I could find (Including doing several single person dungeons in down time to collect the rarer ones)

I've actually regretted doing something in a game I GMed.
One dude in our group did this awesome character, which was basically paladin but done RIGHT. He fucking roleplayed that fucker, acting every part of his personality masterfully and making him an interesting character to just listen to. Hell, he did it so good, that even group's powerplayer learned also to get into his char..

The group is walking down a road to their next destination, when suddenly they see an old man and a young one run towards them from another side of a hill; they are chased by raiders with bows. Both of the serfs get hit by arrows. Rest of the group prepares to take the raiders on when they get close enough and take cover of some trees at the side of the road. Not the paladin, he runs towards his enemies and parries like a mutha with his tower shield. He gots hit a couple of arrows and gets to the fallen pair (rest of the group gives him fire-support from the woods) and sets his shield to cover the two and himself. He uses all of his spells and removes the arrows, even so he fails to save the old one. He quickly assesses the situation; the beasts are getting closer (as is the rest of the party now, shouting the paladin to return) the boy doesn't look like he's going to make it, even if the beast's won't kill him.
He does the only thing he can. He strips off all of his god's (God of Life) magical rings and his amulet, strings the rings to the necklace and puts it hastily on the boy. The he takes the shield and covers the young one with it.
The beastmen are almost upon them now and he charges them and being already wounded and without the healing and shielding provided by his magical equipment, he's quickly beaten to the ground and into a paste.

>>5829506
Cont.

Why I regret this, is because I should have known how he would react. I should have gave him a chance but I didn't know he would go so far as saving an unimportant peasant, who was very likely to die anyway.
I know that things aren't always fair, but the group took it pretty hard. Only the player himself was happy with the situation, even though he'd been playing that character for two years straight.

In-game, the party was mortified. They all were a little disgruntled with the peasant when he woke up and was told what had happened. The paladin's player started playing the peasant, who decided to follow his saviour's foot steps.
The game is still going strong, the party has accepted their new partner and are teaching him to become warrior. The paladin player insisted that he starts as a commoner and painstakingly slowly gains on the rest of party.

>>5829506
>>5829512
duty above all else

>>5828035
Pokemon was my childhood.

THERE IS NO SECOND SEASON ;_;

One of my pc's drank a really strong drink before riding a drop ship to the planet. Later the party needed a mop and a shower.

i secretly love misty

>>5829506
>>5829512
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZGoWtY_h4xo

seems fitting

>>5829841
Who doesn't? its fair to say that the whole generation that grew up on the show does

>>5829846
fuck that song gets me everytime, it reminds me of my grandfathers funeral. i hate you so much ;__;

>>5829506
>>5829512

This guy makes me want to ditch my current druid and play a paladin, right fucking now.

>>5828716
OH GOD THE BRIX!!!


THEY HURT MY POOPAR!!!

>>5829849

I fucking hated the show... but I'm just about to start a grimdark post apocalypse pokemon RP using BESM3e because I love the games.

And so I don't feel bad about being off topic:
I was in a game where the setting was a steampunk city which was very capitalist. As in, if there's a market, there's almost certainly someone who sells. There was a section of the city based off /d/. Anyway, my character was a free spirit who was in it for ADVENTURE! and the only thing he really cared about were "his people." Those who worked for him and who were his friends. There was one guy we met who was a drug dealer. He had gotten his girlfriend sent to prison after getting her hooked and abusing her. He had done all this on purpose. My character came to hate this man because of how he treated "his people." I never got a chance to kill him even though he came up several times since I had turned his gf into my secretary even though she still loved him. He made me rage so FFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUcking hard.

>>5830029 There was a section of the city based off /d/

YES! Finally! My self-protection instincts have evolved to the point that I found that in the story and read no more.

>>5830449
"Veni, Vidi, Vichi" IIRC means "I came, I saw, I conquered".

Ergo, "Veni" = "I CAME!"

>>5830455
Veni, vidi, vetinari

Also, ave caesar, dormituri te salutant.

>>5830369

My post actually contains nothing to do with District /d/, aside from that bit you already read.

>>5828211

Your DM is an asshole.

Tell him to fuck off and get new DM. Role Playing means player involvement, sitting by and watching the bitches get raped and killed because you know that if you try to intervene, the DM will slap you down for interfering with his sadistic masturbation fantasy is not player involvement.

>>5831127
More like Anon up there is a pathetic excuse for a man. If he really was a man he would say "FUCK YOU!" To his DM and pull through.

>>5831127
In all fairness, the odds are that had he and his party intervened, they would have succeeded. Textbook damsels in distress situation. They were expected to be heroic, after having all the heroism beaten out of them.

I didn't shoot the techpriest into space.

Never b/c I am a fag

>>5831375
I'm pretty sure the exact opposite was inferred. Reminds me of that horrible shit from the Song of Ice & Fire thing, when the dragon chick's mongol husband bit it and eeeeveryone got their rape on.
One thing though, who the fuck plays D&D for gritty? It's too flamboyant to be gritty.

I did one thing I thought I'd regret but didn't.
D&D campaign, gritty, violent and the GM had made his own critical tables for 'Hyper realistic combat' (Meaning, crit='oh dear god my eyebrow! WHY!!!')
Playing a NE fighter I managed to get myself locked in a dungeon jail with a bunch of murderers and rapists (For murdering a guy who was trying to blackmail the party). In a LE country ran by an insane dictator.
Execution is planned in 3 days, after the 1st few hours the door opens again and another person is thrown down, someone screams 'It's a woman' and everyone starts to turn.
It takes me a second to realize why and what's about to happen, considering it's a jail cell filled with murderers and rapists with nothing to lose.) Basically he's doing this so we can realize how sick and depraved the country is.
The GM goes to gloss over it and basically say "She's raped to death, on with the story." Then I interrupt with "I smash the first guy who touches her in the face with the turd bucket. Anyone else goes near, I beat them too, stand watch and kill anyone who comes near."
Another PC instantly points out I'm NE and wouldn't care, at which point I basically say 'My PC, My personality, I'm not my alignment. I'm NE because I didn't give a rats ass about anyones lives, I care about this though'
There are about 30-40 guys, one of them is going to get a crit eventually, at which point I'll die.
I manage through sheer luck to survive 5 critical hits (Foot, leg, eye, shoulder and lung I belive, left me on 3 HP with -6 to all rolls)
I actually got enough good points for that to take me up to true neutral and basically that started my eventual climb up to NG.

Why did I open the book without consulting the Psykers first...

Not killing the entire party and ruining the campaign.

They tossed me for no fucking reason.

>>5831982

I was playing a horror/survival campaign. My character was an older teen, named Keith. I worked on cars, a job I loved and something that I did to piss off his asshole of a father. As it turns out, said father was a Werewolf, and so was I. For the last years of my life every full-moon, the fucker would drug me, and then spend the entire night trying to break me when I turned into a Werewolf. I never figured this out until I spent a night at a friends house, the family doctor who is just barely kind enough to stitch me for free. I found out about my curse that night.

My father wasn't happy. He sent people after me and we killed them. I needed to figure out things, I needed to get away from this chaos. So, we fled. Fled to stay with the Doc's mother who lived in Texas. Leaving my father behind... with my mother, whom I love. I left her with that asshole of a monster and didn't even give it a second thought. All for myself.

>>5833978
Now, I'm not familiar with the Werewolf setting, so, "stitching?" Unless that's a typo or something.

>>5834196
I'm going to assume he means 'sewing up wounds and healing' like 'stitches.'

>>5834243
I figured that was the likely case, but I was hoping it was something fucked up and awesome.

>>5833978
How exactly do you mean break there?

>>5833978
I'm guessing this isn't the generic werewolf thing where when the full moon goes out, you change and go psycho and start killing everyone... because... because then that family would be dead.

Unless they were werewolves too or something.

The main girl characters in the pokemon series do not exist.

They are simply ash personifying his hat in female form.

We were doing a Wushu Open game it was the only thing I've ever been able to GM, I had it set in Washington DC on fucking Acid. I had a whole plot thought out, but I never finished it. We were away from eachother for too long and I couldn't find all the things I had from our last session.

Needless to say, I regret. They didn't even get as far as fighting Reaganzilla.

>>5834472
Reaganzilla?

This campaign idea has just inspired me to do terrible, terrible things.

>>5834472

I regret not catching Lupin.

>>5834469
Mind = Gone

>>5834469

>>5834505
I suppose it's all for the best though, After all Reaganzilla could never compare to the Rooselvelt War Machine. The characters we were playing didn't fit either, we had one Samurai guy, A Demon/Ghoulish creature and I played some kind of descendent of Sun Wukong. The guy who brought them all there was a Dude in Orange Shades driving a black van named Mr. Killjoy.

I love WuShu Open, it lets you create so much crazy shit.

This was at very high levels btw.

I killed an entire country. No massive explosion or anything. I systematically slaughtered an entire country. I was a homebrew Crusader, and the reigning church killed a few priests of my faith and burned a village that followed them. So I murdered them, I then went on, with my party in tow, to murder everyone in a large town. They sent an army after me. My god broke them after I made a successful very difficult Diplomacy check and called my God for help. He literally brought down the sky, flinging a meteor at them that decimated them and caused them to break like wood. With the majority of males dead, I sauntered through the realm, killing everyone. The party's Barbarian raped a woman, so I killed him with a shot to the back, and he rolled a new character. He was actually enjoying my killing spree, so he rolled a Cleric of Hesae (my god) who had been in hiding, and we continued our massacre.

>>5828091
>>5828107

I HAVE NO WORDS.

>>5828035
IT'S THE OFFICIAL HAT

OF THE OFFICIAL POKEMON LEAGUE OFFICIAL EXPO

LOSING YOUR OFFICIAL HAT IS LIKE LOSING YOUR BEST FRIEND

>>5831127
>>5831375
Yes.

The party got what they deserved by having the whole mission mean nothing, though. Fuckers.

>>5835053

When I reached the Imperial Palace in the capital city (which was now ablaze, due to some crazy magic from our Wizard) I had to battle my way through the streets, killing elite soldiers and wizards who blocked my way. My party's Paladin, who was always pissed off that I was killing lots of people, told me to stop. I just glared at him and continued to crush a man's skull with my hand, before I turned to him and said 'No'. I left him and the rest of the party as I stormed the street like a king, killing people and destroying houses with my trusty mace and godly power. I was at the top of the street when my party found me, staring down an adolescent soldier, barely armoured, guarding a high profile, ancient priest. Impressed, I told him to move, he refused. I ripped off his arm and killed him with it, then stamped the priest to death. I called out to the heavens, and Hesea answered, shining a light on me as the world burned and people died at the hands of the zealous mob I had gathered from the small batch of faithful I found.

The Paladin attacked me. He rolled a natural twenty and sliced off both my arms as I held them in the air in triumph then stuck his sword through my chest. I fell to the ground at 1 hp, just enough to see my triumphant god destroy the Palace, and see the Paladin crush my skull with his foot.

Pokerus is to blame for pokemon. No, seriously, hear me out.

Alright, in the beginning, there was Our World. Gods only know how far back the Divergence Point is, but it's there. God created it, populated it with shit, and it was good. However, from Somewhere Outside came a single strange variable: Mew. I'm a stickler for the old "mew holds every pokemon's DNA" canon, so I'll be working around that.

Anyway, Mew shows up. It's unknown as to why, I'd presume it used some secret power. Anyway, God looks upon it and sees a thing of innocence and harmlessness, and having more important things to do, allows it to enter His world. Unknown to The Lord, Mew held bacteria and spores that would pervert his work: The Pokerus.

It's a vicious thing, the Pokerus. On pokemon, it simply makes them stronger, more cunning, more likely to survie. On animals, it twists them into pokemon similar to the animal they once were. Humans have some small resistance to this, but not much. As Mew spread around the world, so the Pokerus spread.

Eventually God attempted to intervene, once those great powers that he placed into the world had been turned. There was to be a great battle, but it turned out to not be in the cards. Even the Great Lord himself succumbed to the disease, shifting into something that is now known as Arceus.

In during coma theory.

Well, I did once burn down a small Island Country by accident.

I was playing in a pirates game, and the Pirate King insisted that any ship leaving the Pirate Island (population: several thousand) must make a flashy display. As the person technically in charge of the ship, I made the flashiest display I could think of. It sorta touched off the concentrated jet-fuel equivalent that we'd scrubbed off our hull into the bay, creating a pillar of flame twelve stories high, and the width of the bay, that lasted for quite a long time... and touched off the gunpowder warehouse that was right beside the loading docks... and pretty much set most of the island on fire.

I turned to the rest of the party and said "So, is there any far away country that someone here is _not_ on the run from? Might be a good place to visit...

>>5835217
I bet this is porn to some people.

>>5835217
Mew > Arcereus.

Ilumniation, DH, witches lil' hut.

I was a redemptionist priest with a flamethrower. I should have torched the place and TPK'd.

I regret moving to Brisbane.

>>5835304
How so?

>>5835217
I always figured Pokérus was horribly disfiguring if you lacked resistance.

I mean, the way I saw it the virus spread around your body, promoting cell growth under check by the immune system until it was cleared. So various muscles became stronger depending on use during the contagion period - hence, a boost to EVs.

If you don't have the resistance? It works around your body, promoting cell growth and replacing the fundamental DNA pattern, effectively changing many cells to stem cells and consuming excess matter as energy for this process. 90% of victims die - the rest of them are transformed into pokémon in an absolutely agonising process. It's probably a good thing that it causes unconsciousness pretty quickly.

The biggest outbreak was maybe twenty to fifty thousand years ago, causing widespread damage to the ecosystem that has only really recently stabilised, and despite there being little fossil evidence prior, many still believe that Pokémon were around since the dawn of time.

>>5835356
If you'd like it so, sure, but there's no real reason for it to be that gruesome.

I chose to let Roman die in GTA IV.

>>5835376
Well, I would have thought forced, premature cell death and restructuring wouldn't exactly be painless. I put most fatalities down to internal haemorrhaging or something, but at this point I'm talking out of my arse.

I've had the idea for a little while, but never actually put fingers to keyboard.

>>5835394

I regret that also...

>>5835356
Sounds like the Chimeran virus from Resistance: Fall of Man.

Sorry that was messed up didnt mean to post there ^ new guy here

>>5835450
There's a 'delete' button in the lower right.

>>5835450
s'alright

>>5835347
Sorry, was reading that coma story.

Anyway, Mew can learn ANY move or ability, and can make an impenetrable shield. He can turn invisible, and presumable move through time and space. How do you beat that?

>>5835295

*fap*fap*fap*

>>5835477
With a Master Ball.

>>5835499
Impenetrable shield, invisible, and moving through the walls. You plan on hitting him by...?

>>5835499
Oh, and you could do that to Arceus.

>>5835512

Cheating. Obviously.

>>5835532
M blocks! You caught M!

>>5835512
>>5835520
You clearly have no sense of humor.

>>5835548
I lost it somewhere. Can you help me find it?

>>5835560
Did you try under your bed?

>>5835438
That series ended terribly.

>>5828211
Just realized this, but did your campaign take place in the world of David Gemmell?

Also one regret is not knifing the drow female who somehow ended up being party leader when we were trying to be a good/neutral party.

>>5835477
The only time I can think of an "Impenetrable shield" is in Snap, which is touchy with Canon at best.

>Pokemon is post-apocalyptic
>Proof

MY... MY CHILDHOOD!

Holy fuck, I love this thread! From grim dark settings in which you can't intervene to save people from being butchered, to a paladin dying to save a peasant and then the peasant becomes a paladin due to inspiration from the dead paladin. The wedding ring in the hilt, the Pokemon theories, and the killing of the crazed crusader... I fucking adore this thing.

God....damnit /tg/

This thread is the best thread I've read in a looong time. Why can't my groups RP like this...

>>5835894
>>5835967
How about archiving it then?

>>5836098
How do I archived thread?

Once played a fallen monk, kicked out of her order for RAGE problems, who started taking barbarian levels. The party were mercenaries working in and around the capital city of a smallish kingdom... She was a half-elf, and had a 5-syllable elven name that nobody could pronounce. Barbarian-Monk eventually got bastardized into her nickname "The Bonk"
The Bonk was NG for most of the campaign, in a mostly good and neutral party. In her spare time she taught self defense classes at a women's shelter in the city. Her best friends were the two druids in the party (her husband and their foster-daughter) but oddly enough she also got on well with "SoreFoot" the LE halfling assassin. (Only evil PC we had. Got his nickname because he often disguised himself as a beggar with a bad limp.)
Anyway, very long campaign in which the party get recruited by the royal spymaster, end up just a little too late to stop one prince from framing the other for killing the king, the country's army split pretty much evenly between loyalty to the two princes, the evil prince allied with devils, and the whole country went to hell. Literally. The prime material plane had a gaping hole where the country used to be, and the entire population ended up in Dis.
Shit only got worse from there. Dorf wizard nobly sacrificed himself to save the rest of the party, who finally found out where evil prince and his devil friends were hanging out. Epic Battal eventually followed, and soon only Bonk and SoreFoot and BBEG were left alive. (The two party members who had the most EPIC ITAMZ, Sorefoot through assorted theft and badassery, Bonk through being the most suited to inherit various things from some party members who died.) BBEG, an important minion of Asmodeus who was sent to tell Dispater to stop fucking with the Prime, offered a truce.

>>5836260 continued
Bonk broke down in tears saying she wanted her family back, BBEG offered "A life for a life?" which at first she took to mean her life for that of husband-druid, but he explained, no, he would bring back all her friends if she agreed to kill some people for him later. The Bonk has 8 int, and didn't really think long before agreeing. "Everyone except the elf ranger. He's a dick, and I want to keep his stuff." (And then, the Bonk was true neutral.) SoreFoot cut in suddenly, saying he wanted to make deals with devils too~!! He wanted to be KING, in exchange for favours To Be Announced.
Well, so, BBEG restored the party and entire kingdom. The entire population of 45000. While the rest of the party (minus elf ranger who was a dick) celebrated victory, the Bonk stood around mulling over the realization that she was now bound to kill forty-five thousand people for Asmodeus.

EPILOGUE So SoreFoot had some devilish assistance killing the right people and spreading the right rumours, and after a few months ended up being declared King. Bonk and her Druids wander off into the forest semi-happily-ever-after, until one day an imp arrives with a list of people Bonk has to go kill. She leaves in the night, not saying goodbye to husband-druid and daughter-druid... And begins her career as Slaughterer-of-Innocents-and-Doer-of-Dirtywork for Minion-of-Asmodeus. (And then, the Bonk was Neutral Evil.)

I regret nothing. Though the player of Elf-Ranger-Who-Was-A-Dick was very butthurt for a while.

come on /tg/...that can't be all the ridiculously epic outstanding RP moments of later regret out there...

MOAR MANLY TEARS

>>5835271
Here's the version that doesn't end in LOLITROLLU

...except I don't have it to hand. FUCK I HATE MY LAPTOP'S CONSTANT INSISTENCE ON DEATH.

My first D&D character ever (Half-Orc cleric of Saint Cuthbert) regrets that she never hooked up with the Aasimar Ninja. She was self-conscious becuase he was pretty and she wasn't. Generally, she was self-conscious all the time except when fighting stuff or healing people. She died heroically in the final battle, and then he died after the fight, providing cover for the rest of the party to escape crumbling Fortress Of Evil.

The party had dragged dead-cleric out, and later had her resurrected, but couldn't raise the ninja because his remains were buried under the pile of wreckage that used to be Fortress of Evil. She took it stoically, never telling anyone she'd had feelings for him... but she NEVAR LOVED AGAIN.

Once upon a time there was a young man who dreamed of becoming a great hero. Although he was a skilled fighter, he was also rash, inexperienced and an idealist to the bone.
He traveled with a party of gritty adventurers who each had their bad lots in life and weren't nearly as idealistic as the young would-be hero. Whenever there was the slightest chance he could do any good, he would run off and attempt to save the day. Usually though, he wasn't much help at all. Twice he saw a city he called home burn to the ground, more than once he saw good friends die, and he himself had been nearly killed more than once.
Even this didn't stop him from being cheerful and brazen to a fault. Even his best friend, a paladin wasn't as pure-hearted as him.
The group traveled through lands ravaged by horrible wars and finally came upon an elven town who's inhabitants were slaughtered in unique and brutal ways. Trees were snapped like toothpicks and many of the bodies were half-chewed, half ripped apart or simply flattened.
Something snapped in our young hero then, because whatever he did, he couldn't be the great savior he wanted to be.

>>5836949
Then the earth trembled.
A horrible chanting suddenly filled the air, sounding like the thousands of cries of dying children. The air went thick with a putrid stench and the taste of old death was on everyone's tongues.
The party retreated in a nearby wreckage, nervously grabbing for their spell-books and swords. They waited for the terror.
As the tormented screams reached a crescendo something monumental stepped into the tortured scenery of the wrecked elven town: A cylopian avatar of a very dark god who has neither form nor name. Its skin blackened from sooth, and runes written in the blood of thousands on it's skin. It's one blood-red eye quickly gazed upon the party and the screaming stopped.
And the party ran.
So too did the young hero, who hadn't noticed one of the npcs, a golem, had stayed behind to hold off the behemoth.

>>5836959
He only found out when he heard a sickening crunch behind him and stopped midrun to look behind.
Even though it was a golem, he had considered the npc a living being, a being worth living. Without a second though he turned stride and charged headlong at the towering monster, only to get flattened in one neat swipe from the avatar's massive fist.
The rest of the party kept running, but they had all seen their two friends being rendered into pulp.
That was the end of the young hero.

Or so the party thought…
Years passed and the party kept losing friends as quickly as they lost the country around them to dark powers. Just about every country on the continent was at war with just about every other country. Demons and the dead walked the land, summoned by one of the major powers on the continent to wipe out all life that would not be molded to his twisted views. Amongst these evil creatures were some of the mightiest warriors to wield a blade, all fallen in battle and raised to slaughter the innocent.

>>5836694
Couldn't you have, y'know, dug up the remains of the fortress?

I mean, c'mon. Build a town out of the place. Use a Mattock of the Titans to dig the whole place up. There's all kinds of things you could have done.

>>5836967
One grim day the party was defeated and captured by the dark power and brought kicking and screaming into his largest stronghold. All around them stood dark and horrid beings, ready to rend them apart at a flick of the dark lord’s talons. “Well then…” said the ever cynic rogue. “We’re royally fucked! “
It was then that the paladin spotted a grim warrior standing at the right side of their greatest foe, and beneath the weathered black armor and the pale eyes she spotted the young man she knew as a friend.
There had been one way for them to get out of this mess, and that was for the wizard to teleport them away. There was only one thing preventing him from doing so, and that was the dark lord’s anti-magic staff. A quick nod went through the party and they struck as one.
The rogue suddenly lashed out at the dark lord with lightning speed, chipping the magic stone on the staff of his enemy with a conceiled dagger. At the same time the paladin pulled her old friend from the ranks of the dark creatures as the wizard teleported them all to safety.

>>5836977
No longer near his master, the young hero suddenly feels as if he awakens from a deep nightmarish slumber. And he remembers. And he instantly regrets that day in the dark woods where he foolishly threw his life away.
He no longer sleeps, his body not needing sleep. He can not shut his eyes, nor even for a moment forget what he has done as a minion of the dark lord. In his waking dreams he sees himself marching ahead of immens and horrible armies, wiping out enntire nations. He sees himself butcher men, women and children alike. He remembers defying everything he once held dear.
Whatever he did he could never become the hero, now instead his name is whispered in fear throughout the realm. His visage is that of a demonic being, a being that is as hated as it is feared.

>>5836987
But he always was a damned idealist.
Slowly the now-silent, grim warrior starts to pull himself together. In the time he was away he had been fighting constantly and he now wields his swords with unparralleled skill. Soon he is charging at the head of the party once more, wiping out the ones that did this to him with fervor. First he is driven by hate and remorse, but slowly his ever-lasting idealism even gets the better of these strong emotions.
Want to know how this tale end?
The grim warrior managed to do the rights he never could do as a boy. With the help of his friends he slowly turns into a sarcastic, but jolly fellow who never lets a wrong happen in front of him. Soon his name and that of his friends is known throughout the world as they keep beating unbeatable odds. The party members slowly start to learn something from him as well, as he helps each of them to face their inner demons. He never forgets all the horrors he has committed and is reminded of them with each new face he sees, scowling in fear. But soon he is their last best hope.

>>5836999
He is a demon on the battlefield, an angel in his heart, and it does not take long for him to gain followers and not long after a kingdom. Soon he and his friends are the last ones standing against a dark tide. The destroyer now the savior. With his charisma and never faltering vision he gathers an army of great ones and finally stems the tide of darkness along with his friends.

All it took him was to keep believing in what he held dear, to never give up even if he failed or regretted what he did. He was my favorite character and he was a damned idealist.

>>5837006
>>5836999
>>5836987
>>5836977
>>5836967
>>5836959
>>5836949
FUCK YEAH

One of our PCs once had the chance to kill an immortal BBEG.

As, in, she became immortal because his character was as much a tool in-game as he was out of game.

bumpan

>>5828035

I BAAAWWWWed a little.

>>5828226
>>5828245
>>5828224

Riddle of Steel. Look up PDF on /rs/

>>5837006
Regret-turned-AWESOME.

bump

I thought Pokemon was set in japan.

Holy crap, this is still here?

>>5837226
AAAAAAAAGH

My WFRP party was based in a small rural village in Talabecland. The Bard inherited a tavern from Rich Uncle Skeleton, and with some modifications it became a party stronghold.

Between missions we employed a street urchin. She had been living inside when we arrived, and had nowhere to go. The town thought she was bad luck and would chase her away or threaten her if she came close. In return for cooking us (albeit bland) food and pouring the ale, we let her live there. As the story progressed, my character (the fighter) was touched by her plight and looked after her. Eventually, she would come tend him in her time off, just to be with him.

Before we went on the fateful mission, the shy girl confessed that she had feelings for my fighter. However he had been left broken hearted before, and needed time. He promised that when he came back, he would spend more time with her, take her to the countryside and see how it went.

The night we left Orcs razed the village. When the party returned they found her body in the burned out rubble, cowering next to my fighter's bed.

>>5839402

That will teach her to scum off people.

>>5839402

Owned.

>>5839485
>>5839508

EVIL FIVE!

I regret nothing.

>>5839402
BAWWW

>>5839485
>>5839508
Oh what an absolutely EDGY pair you two make.
Shiteyes.

>>5839515

>>5839627
... Spider? Is that you?

>>5839402

You poor man...

>>5839402

>>5839402
C-continue.

>>5837226
>>image


FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUCKKKKKK

>>5839402
Your DM is a horrible horrible man.

Continue.

I regret saving the goblin.

I played a bard. A simple, fiddle-playing bard who wanted nothing more than to inspire the heroes of tomorrow by playing them the songs of yesterday, today. The group was the usual fighter, wizard, cleric mix, and we were relatively low-leveled. The only thing that made this different than the other games was that this group actually felt regret for some of the things that they did, when it was put into proper context. Namely, "Go kill some goblins, we'll reward you" can be turned into "We just walked into a goblin village, one that we can't confirm was bothering anyone, and slaughtered them. And now there's just this young one left." We took the goblin with us and named him Grigori. We tried to appease our guilty consciences by raising him on the road, feeding him and clothing him and teaching him to be able to fit in civilization.

I didn't particularly care for Grigori, at first. He felt like baggage... something useless, something extra. Something we didn't need. But then he started paying attention to me. Making his goblin-nonsense noises at me. Mimicking my dance steps as I played for the group in combat. Even trying to make his own violin, so he could learn to make the sounds that I made.

No one in the group cared about how I did what I did, just that I did what I did on a regular enough basis to keep them in tip-top fighting shape. It... affected me, I guess. I bought Grigori a new violin and started teaching him to play. He was actually starting to get pretty good by the time I managed to learn enough of the goblin language to get into the difficult parts of the lessons. Which is when I learned that Grigori was actually a girl.

>>5839402
YOU GREENSKIN SONSABITCHES

"So you gained a bonus level in Barbarian, you raged so hard."

>>5840296

She told me that she liked the music that I played. That the music was the only reason she survived the slaughter of her parents. And then she told me that she loved me. It threw me for a while, to say the least. I didn't know how to react. As a professional musician and adventurer, I'd surely wooed my fair share of the opposite gender... but this was something else altogether. This was something closer to a case of Stockholm Syndrome. We avoided each other for a while, each of us doing our part to help the group, but neither of us making eye contact while we did so.

And then catastrophe struck. A fight that we could have won easily suddenly turned on us. Brigands showing up, and then getting organized by opening fire with a hail of arrows. Every last one of us was struck...

Except me. Grigori had taken the arrows, far more than I could have survived with the wounds I was carrying then. I gathered her up and begged her to stay conscious, running away from the bandits as I did so. She stayed with me just long enough to kiss me on the cheek and whisper something about music... and then she passed.

Time seemed to stop for me. Nothing mattered anymore. I stopped where I was, in the midst of another hail of arrows, all of which seemed to miss me. I drew my violin and, in the haze of my grief-driven insanity, called out Death Himself. And then time really did stop.

>>5840302
The black-robed, scythe-carrying reaper made his appearance and glided towards fallen Grigori. Tears streaming down my face, hands shaking with equal parts fury and sorrow, violin in one hand, and bow in the other. I challenged him to a musical duel to spare her life, to bring her back.

The skull of Death regarded the arrow-ridden body, then turned to me. He held a bony hand in the air, raising the scythe to the skies, and his grim form was struck by lightning. The scythe was replaced with something altogether more sinister, an instrument that looked as though it was made from the wood of the first tree to ever die, adorned with bone and onyx, and strung with sinew. Death reverently lowered the instrument, placed it beneath his skeletal chin, and drew a bow across the strings.

I took a breath to calm myself, brought my violin to my own chin, and prepared for the performance that I believed would shake the heavens.

Perform checks on both sides. Exact match. Another Perform check. Another match. A third. A third match. Exhaustion from playing for several hours in non-time began to take its toll... I passed two progressively more difficult Fortitude checks, matching each Perform checks... until I failed the last Fortitude check and collapsed.

>>5840306

Time resumed. Death was gone. Arrows were pelting all around me. Chaos was running rampant. Grigori was dead.

I regret saving her, because in the end, I was unable to save her when it truly mattered.

>>5840232
>>5840277

We went after them to have retribution, but after we lost our Dwarf slayer and our bard in combat we realised we had no hope. My character retired that day, becoming a drunkard and disappearing into obscurity.

>>5839402
Wow.
That's motivation for RIP AND TEAR if I've ever seen it.
I wish my DM could rouse such a fire in me.

>>5840296
>>5840302
>>5840306
>>5840312
>>5840333

;_; ITT bad end

>>5840312
... Ok, your DM rocks.

>>5840306

Manly fucking tears, dude.

MANLY
FUCKING
TEARS

>>5828852

So, basically, you used the ending for FFX?

Was playing a friend's homebrew. Basically kind of a modern horror game.
I'd been playing a detective and...actually doing pretty well with it.
Rest of the party had been in varying degrees of injured and the nearest vehicle was a way's off.
Begrudgingly, I tried to make a break to get the vehicle, planning to have them hole up there and I'd come back...

...I've seen and read enough horror I should have known it was a fucking stupid move, but it happened anyways.

...on the plus side, my replacement character rolled some fucking broken stats (and was pretty fun to RP since. Got replaced by a government agent with an odd tendency to constantly take recorded notes on the situation, much to the annoyance of the rest of the party.)
Still...can't believe I made that beginner's mistake.

Also, first time running a game...was Meistering HOL.
First session was...kind of rocky and, admittedly, I could have planned more.
We fold the game for something else...and suddenly NOW I start getting great ideas (including a running element involving two NPC Salisbury Scouts that'd keep turning up hunting humans for sport, and what had started as a kind of joke plot involving two cults turning into a rather cheeky plot-grab from The Warriors.)

Might try to revisit that someday if I can ever get the group onboard again.
For now though...will continue to remain a 'What if...?'

>>5840296
>>5840302
>>5840306
>>5840312

>I regret saving the goblin.

You have my attent

>I regret saving her, because in the end, I was unable to save her when it truly mattered.

Oh god, my heart. D:

Holy hell guys, these are some epic tales.

>>5839402
I baww'd.

>>5840296
>>5840302
>>5840306
>>5840312
>>5840333
Not only mantears, but shit, you and your DM are my heroes for this.

>>5829506
>>5829512
;____; That, is one fucking awesome Paladin. My bard will use this story at the table someday when I find the appropriate time.

>>5829506
>>5829512

I'm seeing so many posts of people saying that their characters have been able to fall in love with NPC's and in one case that immediately comes to mind, another PC, or feeling attached to one NPC or another, and I will admit one thing to all of you tonight. I am jealous of your roleplaying prowess.

Oh, don't get me wrong. I LOVE roleplaying. But I roleplay the best when I'm doing it online. I've roleplayed relationships (at least once as a man and a woman.), I've roleplayed killing, and I've roleplayed dieing.

But when I get together in my F2F group, something is incredibly different. I'm not able to get into character beyond an accent and a way of talking. Maybe I'll act out some of my character's movements, but nothing extreme like what has been said here. What makes things worse, is that I can FEEL the need to roleplay like that, and others in my group have no problem at all getting into character like that. One player in particular has copies of speeches that she's given in game, and I've seen her physically cry over the deaths of quite a few NPC's

But I'm rambling, and I'm sure more than a few of you are saying "How is this on topic?" Well... I shall tell you. I regret not being able to get into character like I should. And I have never noticed how deeply I felt this regret until tonight. Thank you for helping me realize this. Now that I see my problem, I can learn to portray my characters the way they NEED to be portrayed.

>>5840714
Method acting is not some holy grail of roleplaying, man. Just have fun.

>>5840714
A bit of advice - feel free to ham it up a bit if it's appropriate. Not Brian Blessed levels of ham, but the important thing with roleplaying is to have fun doing it.

>>5840296
>>5840302
>>5840306
>>5840312 here

>>5840714

This guy >>5840748 is right. I don't method act. I keep tabs on what should be important to a character and then act accordingly. And then I come here and dress the living hell out of it with supar seekrit storytelling powers.

Wow, the Pokemon canon universe sounds almost as grimdark as the Pokegirl universe...

>>5840877

I'm not even going to ask.

Hmm...

I regret letting my dwarf pal die. I don't usually roleplay very vigorously, but this was a long game and I was really getting into my character.

Usually, the games in our group don't last long so our characters are fairly generic. I was a dwarf lady with dreams of opening a tavern, and my dwarf bud was just a guy in the same clan as I was, out to support me in this endeavor. There were insinuations that we should be married or brother-and-sister, but we just said "Nah, we're just two dwarves who like to get shitfaced and want to help everyone else do it too."

So we went on a quest to go to Central City or whatever and earn money doing adventuring stuff along the way to make our dreams come true. In the course of doing so, we meet up with a gnome wizard. I decide to RP in some levels of wizard (pretty unprecedented in our group), and eventually learn that the gnome is a necromancer, and has designs on how things should go (i.e. making the world a better place by creating an undead army, then fighting for peace).

I know I'm 242 posts late, but fuck Ash Ketchum

>>5840940

HEY, FUCK YOU

>>5840913
cont'd.
Anyway, things really go down, and the gnome begins contracting with some sort of outside force in her head. She asks my dwarf if she wants to check it out, because there's power to be had there, and I oblige on a trial basis. A few nights later, we're all talking to voices in our heads, and then they're talking to all of us; a hivemind, so to speak.

As things progress, it's looking like the gnome is going a little bit too far, and we dwarves need to stick together, and stop the gnome necromancer before she actually gets her army of death plan off the ground. This is mostly on my initiative: controlling an army of undead is more terrible than murder and slavery combined! So, I sneak in, and manage to kill the necromancer (pretty epic fight, because she was tipped off by the voice in HER head).

Star wipe to a little later. After explaining myself to the police, and they find out that I killed a necromancer, things look okay. Except they take her gear, and we need the McGuffin (a silver skull!?!?), so I have to sneak back into evidence to get it.

Some shenanigans later, I manage to get away but without the McGuffin, and my friend is stuck in jail. There, the voice in his head offers a devil's bargain: he gets out with all the stuff, but he has to give the bad-man spirit in his head full control to do whatever he wants.

I would've come back, for surely, but he couldn't have known, so he accepted the bargain.

>>5840986
cont'd.

Shit really goes down. My pal is transformed into a gigantic demon hell-bent on destroying as much shit as possible until his lease is up. So, he does, and I watch as said demon blows holes in the town, murdering hundreds, if not thousands in the process. Then, the demon simmers down, and transforms back into the dwarf that houses it.

Needless to say, my dwarf is appalled. Here she just killed a necromancer to stave off the potential for a ravaging undead army, only to watch her bestest bud kill half the town because he couldn't be patient.

Needless to say, we were tromping through the undead-infested woods when a mummy comes out and starts giving us the chomp. My dwarf lady hides... and watches it happen, gravely silent.

I regret letting that happen, almost as much as I regret opening the door to interplanar bad-guy communications.

someone save these tales. i'm too tired to keep up and it would be a shame to lose them.

>>5841280

Archived eleven hours ago

I would have to say that my biggest regret would be believing I could save everyone.
I had decided to play a neutral good, and as is the case with many NG characters, he began to live as altruistic a life as possible. He was possibly the most amazing meat shield I had ever had the joy of playing, able to withstand attacks that would overwhelm a squad of battle hardened fighters.

He was fortunate enough to have had a second chance at life, a second chance to do all that he could to repay what errors he had made in his earlier days; before he underwent the transformation to become an Elan. He had found out from his old journal what type of person he was.

His father killed and his mother taken away from him, he lived a life of crime. Eventually adopted by a thieves guild, he was turned into an assassin in the thieves' wars in his city that left so many dead. By his own hands he had murdered, mutilated, and tortured other thieves and their families. Innocent's blood was on his hands, but it was by such deeds that his guild emerged from the wars victorious and was able to gain control over the local nobility seat. Guilt became his greatest enemy and fled his position. He undertook the process of becoming an Elan for the sole purpose of losing his memories. It was by chance that the Elan he became found his journal and discerned his true identity, someone who the book called "one cursed by one's own hands."

>>5841318
How does one view the archive?

>>5841323
Contd.

From that point on he made it his life's work to keep as many people safe as possible. In his life as an adventurer he had lost many friends, each loss only strengthened his dedication to protect others. His dedication was finally tested during a fight with the denizens of the nine hells. A pleasure devil had seduced a party member into becoming her slave and the Elan was brought into an inch of his by his own party member's whirling blades in an attempt to jostle him out of his delusions. In the middle of his pleas for his friend to return to him, he was struck down by the devil's magic.

He awoke in a paradise with other adventurers from across the world. Despite the evidence in front of him, something in the back of his mind told him something was amiss. After putting himself in a state of partial hypnosis he saw the dread truth, many of the other in this "paradise" were wretched creatures of the lower planes. Finding another individual of the material plane, he found that he was the only one to see what he thought was the truth. Hesitant to act for fear of dooming the other mortals, he was approached by a hellish djinn who discerned his nature as an aberration and informed the Elan that this place was a paradise of corruption. Adventurers who had their souls captured by devils on the material plane were sent here to be slowly corrupted under the guise of experiencing their celestial awards.

The Djinn admitted that since the Elan knew what the place was, he had two options: be sent to a dis to be chained eternally, or buy back his soul in material possessions. Banking on the Djinn's greed, the Elan offered triple the cost to free the others trapped here unjustly. A wry smirk crossed the Djinn's face as he offered a compromise, "We will set free your soul and the souls of the those trapped here in exchange for one thing: the destruction of a particullary bothersome noble on the material plane."

>>5841352
Contd.
Eventually the Elan agreed to the plan, as four good souls corrupted mattered more than the life of one aged noble. Sent back to Earth, he relived his old experiences, sneaking into the nobles room and decapitating him with an axe. The deed done, he met up with his party and continued to adventure to save the world.

>>5841405
Final.

Many battles later, the BBEG was dead, and all seemed peaceful. The Elan had established an adventurer's college in an old tower to train others to seek out evil and injustice and purge it. Fifteen years had passed from the year he had killed a man in cold blood on request of the devils of hell, he began to hear dread news of a powerful warrior sweeping down from the north, demanding the blood of the "Elan Hero." Several of his students set out on their own to end this threat without knowledge of their mentor, but only one had returned.

The young rogue, coughing blood, told her teacher that the man wielded dark powers and was supported by devils. The man had come after selling his soul to devils for vengeance against the one who killed his dearest father. The son of the murdered noble has returned for revenge. Aware that once again he had cursed himself by his actions, the Elan began to send his students away when a crack resounded outside of his school. The noble's son had arrived via dark magic to claim his award.

Battle began between the Elan and the son of the man he murdered, aware that nothing he could do would stymie his opponent's rage. The Elan, a great hero, could defeat him, but such dark energies persist even after the body is gone. He watched in as his students fell in vain, trying to fight off the devils. Luring his foe into the tower, he called out to the arcane energies imprinted by his epic wizard ally with a word telleported his few remaining students miles away. Dropping his shield, the Elan relented to his foes blows, a spear plunged through his chest. Grabbing his enemy, he cried an apology, held him tight and invoked the second command word.

Moments later the tower and the college surrounding collapsed into the dungeon below, ending the threats once and for all. In trying to save everyone, he sacrificed those who he was meant to teach and protect.

>>5840333

Well played, sir. Well played.

>>5841408
I'll give that ten points for dramatic

>>5841350

http://4chan.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html

>>5840312
A rock out with the death. Awesome.

>>5840312

I call Bullshit on this story:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XPfX7gyvFxU

>>5840306

Im surprised it didnt ask you to wager anything. usually death isnt so forgiving unless you never had a chance to win in the first place.

Also, I am the only one who finds it entertaining that the name of the goblin was Grigori? Makes me think of Gregorian Chanting, which, ironically, would be the sounds i imagine death to appear to.

'Tis a good topic.
I've told the story before, but here it goes.

We were playing d20 modern, generic mercenaries-in-Africa-bullshit.
My character was Frank Nigo, old, cold and tired merc who was going to retire after our mission was over (we had to steal a tactical nuke BACK from NATO.. Don't ask.). Our 3rd session is almost over, we're in Freetown and Frank is walking in a rainy alley back to his motel when suddenly there's two gunshots coming from the mouth of the alley, other one of them hits him square in the back. Mind you that our GM always rolls openly, so no cheating here; 20 to hit, threw max damage, Fuck, Frankie boy goes down.
I'm not out of the game yet, however. He turned to face his attacker, lying on his back.

>>5842510

It's a young black woman in a yellow summer dress. She has a 44. Magnum, which she is wielding with her both hands. She's trembling from head to toes and is crying.
Suddenly Frank remembers a job he did 10 years ago; He had to kill a diplomat in Gongo and rest of his family, while they were fleeing with a Jeep. He'd shot the car with a grenade launcher and went in to finnish the job with his pistol.
Only the family's 11 year old was alive. She was holding her mothers hand in her own, staring at the pulp that had been her head amoment ago.
A moment of hesitation later, he had let the girl live and walked away.
Frank dropped his gun and let his head fall against the wet and cold earth.

It seemed that the girl had moved back to Freetown where the rest of her family lived. She was currently in university and had plans to move abroad to study languages.
Her uncle had insisted that she carried his revolver with her when she walks home late at night. Tonight, she had spotted the man who had killed her parents, walking down the very street she lived in.

>>5842524

She first ran, then stumbled to the man.
''No!.. What have I done. Dear god! No, no!''
She tried to stop the bleeding, but the man's white shirt was now black from all the blood.
''You.. I remember you *cough* cough*
''Don't speak.. Don't speak don't.. Don't. I- I get some help..''
''NO!''
He grapped her hand.
''You know who I am. You remember? You remember?!''
''Yes.. Please, you need help..''
''Listen to me *cough* give me your gun. Then leave as fast as you can. It won't take long till someone comes.''
''No, no I-''
''You are no murderer. You are just a victim. You couldn't help it.''
The girl starts to cry uncontrollably.
''I am so sorry. I am so so very sorry. I won''t ask you to forgive me.''
He reached for the magnum and then said to sobbing thing;
''Now go. This was just a death of a criminal in hands of another. You have nothing to do with this. Go... GO!''
Slowly the girl got to her feet and stumbled away.

At that point, Frank realized that letting that girl live was the only thing he didn't have to rergret in course of his life.

I regret ever putting the whole episode into his bacground material :;(

>>5842528
>>I regret ever putting the whole episode into his background material :;(
Don't, it spawned an awesome end.

My favorite stories spawned from tabletop games are the ones about awesome endings.

I took the liberty of making new thread, since this is saging itself..
There:
>>5842562