u/Doc_Bedlam

It happened when I was teaching a group of children to play D&D.

We had a Knight in Shining Armor, a Ninja, an Elven Archer who was totally not Legolas, and a Wizard. And they entered the woods, seeking monsters to slay.

What they didn't have was a Ranger. Or, for that matter, any extra food.

After a couple of days, they were getting really hungry. "Guys," I said, "if you don't get some food soon, you won't be able to heal any lost hit points. And after a week, you'll start LOSING hit points."

This was a matter of concern. They began hunting for game. But deer and game birds did not present themselves. None of them knew how to track.

Finally, two days later, a random encounter roll came up. I rolled on the chart. Ooof. A troll. None of the children knew what a troll was, or had ever seen one. So I just took out the miniature and put it on the map in the middle of the clearing. "That's what you see," I said. "Warty. Green. About eight feet tall, with big pointy teeth."

They stared at it for a moment. There was silence.

The ten-year-old Ninja looked at it critically.

"We are NOT eating THAT," he said.

And the table fell apart, laughing.

Any good lines you can recall from YOUR games that stuck in your memory?

Someone started a discussion on another subreddit with this title. I didn't want to hijack his thread, so I came here and started my own.

'Bout a million years ago, I found this box in a discount bin at the game shop. Little RPG called "Chill." A horror roleplaying game, along the lines of Call of Cthulhu, except it allowed for a sort of Monster Of The Week format; players are paranormal investigators sent to check out possible monster infestations... vampires, werewolves, and so forth.

I won't bore you with the game itself. But I bought it, and ran a session one Friday night when I was in college. Players were INVESTED, and the investigation was mysterious and spooky... obviously SOMETHING supernatural was up, but they weren't quite SURE what it WAS yet... and around eleven, a break was called, pizza ordered, and the man we called Pink Floyd said, "Hey, I got a chest of beer in the car, on ice. Who wants?"

It was agreed that beer would be good, and he headed for the front door, opened it... and stared into the night... and didn't move.

"What's wrong?" said the man we called Tank. Because he was the party tank, even if we didn't have a word for it yet.

Pink looked back over his shoulder. "I ... don't wanna seem weird..." he said, "but... well, it's DARK out there... and ... my car's headlights are ... STARING at me..."

It was a great moment. I managed to creep out a fully growed college student bad enough that he was nervous about walking thirty feet out to his own car in the dark, even with beer at stake...

Anyone else got a story about Your Finest Moment Behind The Screen?