LeslieWest_GuitarGod
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Real-life D&D Session, Circa 1985:
Back in the day, our group had a barbarian whose player had a serious loot addiction. If it glowed, sparkled, or had even a whiff of magic, he grabbed it before anyone could blink. It got old fast.
One night, we stumbled across a stash of enchanted armor pieces. Before we could cast so much as an Identify, the barbarian was already strapping them on. Among the items was a mysterious codpiece—yep, he put that on too—which turned out to be cursed. He couldn't remove it. That very night, our camp was swarmed by harpies. No long rest. Resources drained. Nobody was happy. We eventually realized the cursed codpiece was summoning them. And it kept happening. Every. Single. Night. Until we could finally find someone capable of removing the curse. We figured that was the end of it.
A few in-game nights later—bam. Harpies again. We all turned to the GM like, Seriously? What now? We fixed this! He just smiled, leaned back like he’d been waiting forever, and delivered the line he had clearly been preparing for months: “Don’t you know? You never truly get rid of harpies…”
Months... he had been planning that joke for months...
Back in the day, our group had a barbarian whose player had a serious loot addiction. If it glowed, sparkled, or had even a whiff of magic, he grabbed it before anyone could blink. It got old fast.
One night, we stumbled across a stash of enchanted armor pieces. Before we could cast so much as an Identify, the barbarian was already strapping them on. Among the items was a mysterious codpiece—yep, he put that on too—which turned out to be cursed. He couldn't remove it. That very night, our camp was swarmed by harpies. No long rest. Resources drained. Nobody was happy. We eventually realized the cursed codpiece was summoning them. And it kept happening. Every. Single. Night. Until we could finally find someone capable of removing the curse. We figured that was the end of it.
A few in-game nights later—bam. Harpies again. We all turned to the GM like, Seriously? What now? We fixed this! He just smiled, leaned back like he’d been waiting forever, and delivered the line he had clearly been preparing for months: “Don’t you know? You never truly get rid of harpies…”
Months... he had been planning that joke for months...
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