Since I game, since many of my stories/characters sprang out of something game related, since... it seemed like fun, I thought I'd share a little something from a recent gaming session.

Most of my gaming for the last six years or so has been heavy on the role playing (as opposed to roll playing) but this time we are doing a dungeon crawl. That doesn't mean there's no role playing - my monk prays over the fallen sentients, the troll argues with the curse intelligent hammer he picked up.

Uh, ya, that's where we come in. See a couple sessions ago the troll picked up a cursed intelligent hammer. Not cursed in the standard "OMG OMG it's going to make you eeeevil!" way. No, that would be too easy. Cursed in the 'I'm a nice hammer and I don't want to hurt people and you shouldn't hurt people either and I'm not going to do enough damage to hurt people' way. Which is sucky when you're in a dungeon full of evil monsters who want to kill you who you need to kill first, ya know?

Well, last session the troll is smacking things with the hammer and, despite it being a cursed intelligent pacifist hammer, is managing to kill them. Then comes the DMs way creepy description.

"From the exposed brain matter you see oozing a pool of rainbows and sparkles... Their are rainbow puddles splashed around the bodies...."

And, uh, so on. *shudders*

Though, really, how creepy of a story would that be? Reminds me of this story I read on Chizine: 'Teddy Bears and Tea Parties'. Way creepy.

- April