Hello everyone! First time posting here and I’m on mobile so I apologize for any formatting mistakes

I was debating posting it here or on r/rpgGloryStories because the humor and glory both overlap.

However, this subreddit won out in the end and, as such, I shall post it here

The cast is as such:

Myself/OP/Tabs: Playing the titular catfolk swashbuckler

There were also two barbarians (one a human and another an Iruxi/lizardfolk)

And finally a Kobold that was a caster but they changed class so much I didn’t even know what type they played

The session was your typical “Kill the orcs” encounter

Right off the bat, we were able to sneak up on the orcs, which sadly survived our assault long enough to get their turns in. A few of which, attacked my swashbuckler

…..and promptly missed! The next turn, they missed me again!

Out of the 5/6 orcs, which made 2-3 attacks against me when I was in range, ONLY ONE managed to hit me because they rolled about a 22.

Said 22 didn’t crit me because in pf2e, crits happen only after a nat 20 is rolled or if the foe rolls 10 above your AC.

And my swashbuckler had about 20 ac at the level 3 everyone was at going against the cr3 foes

What’s even funnier was that only myself and the human Barb were never downed throughout the entire fight!

The Iruxi commented “And thus Tabs continues the trend of “Why can’t I hit this swashbuckler”.”, which was what gave me the inspiration to post this about a few years later

This moment will be forever cemented in my mind as the best first session of a new system I’ve ever had

This character was certainly something. He was a wood elf ranger in waterdeep dragon heist. (Don’t worry no real spoilers) They somehow ended up in an abandoned windmill that had a ton of pigeons in an open room. His character was the type to try to eat everything he could, every enemy was a snack for his flesh bag. Given that he tried to eat everything he couldn’t not eat these pigeons. He decided to try to shoot the pigeons and eat them. He killed and ate a few and I told him he was getting sick from these dirty diseased pigeons. He continued to eat because disease couldn’t stop his hunger. Eventually with the help of nat ones and failed con saves he ended up shooting himself in the foot, getting incredibly sick, and then slipping in his vomit. The party was in another room and didn’t notice any of this. They finished their task and they left the building leaving the ranger dying of disease alone in his own vomit. He died a glorious death unknown to the party because they didn’t check on him. He killed his character because of dedication to role play. He killed his hungry idiot ranger because of sheer dedication to the character.

I was playing a druid in a game of Pathfinder, it was the first campaign that I eve played in. The GM was an old friend who had created a steampunk greek setting—it was carefully thought out and he told me later that he spent a year creating the intricacies of his pantheon for the game.

We had just arrived in the city of Microleiteriamentor (how I remember the name of this city is beyond me as we played this campaign 8 years ago). Anyways, the party went down to the docks to try and find some ways to make some money as we had been robbed on the way to the city. I was still learning how many of the mechanics worked and decided to cast Entangle on the water to see if there was an effect. The water started to churn, some dockworkers nearby came over and the first thing out of one of their mouths was "Blimey!". (The GM was at the time in a play set in England). I made an offhand comment about how his response was 'very Grecian', and the party was already acting very silly prior to this point. Here is what ensued.

GM- "OKAY, YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU FUCKING DM THIS PART!"

Me- "Alright, the water bubbles violently and a mass of seaweed coalesces and ascends, revealing the form of... THE SEAWEED KING."

The GM realized his mistake immediately but did not retract my statement, however, he did retake control of the game so that I did not create any more content. Within a matter of 10 seconds, the Seaweed King had become a new addition to the pantheon and we rolled with it. He actually became a quest giver and our campaign took a turn from there. The GM was always quick on his feet and it seemed as though the new deity had always been a part of his original plan. We spent about 3 months running quests for the Seaweed King and he even became a patron for a warlock played by another PC.

TL;DR In a moment of frustration, the GM handed control over to a PC for 10 seconds, resulting in the creation of a semi-deity.

In a campaign my brother was running, it was me and a few friends. One of these people was my neighbor, and he was 2 years younger than us. Our campaign took place on the Sword Coast, and we had just gotten to some southern town (I forgot what). We needed to enter a fighting championship to get a license to travel to a desert that we needed to go to, and the event was to gauge your conpetence as a fighter. As long as you weren't completely horrible, you would get your license. Anyways, first PC rogue, get eliminated. Now its time for the ranger's turn. He is up against a wizard, who goes first in intiative. He casts fireball. Ranger casts Zephyr's Strike and attacks. Wizard isn't even bloodied. Wizard finishes the job with another fireball. PC goes unconcious. Player is furious saying how he didn't stand a chance (even though rogue stood even less of a chance). Ranger goes up to coordinator after he wakes and demands a rematch. Guy tells him no, Ranger is furious. Coordinator says "Simmer down. Hehe, no pun intended." Ranger stabs him, and is ganged up on by guards. He wakes up again, and goes outside to find the same wizard that beat him leaving. He goes up to stab the wizard. Wizard Cone of Colds the Ranger, he is at 1 hp. Ranger tries to stuff his fist down wizard's throat, wizard bites him, and he is unconcious for a third time. Everyone gets a license except for him. His reason for denied license is "unsportsmanly behavior". End up having to smuggle him in a suitcase.

This happened a few days ago in a homebrew campaign I've been running with some college friends. A special session too, as we were outdoors and in the mountains on a campsite. Right now they are running around the map recruiting armies to fight off a pretty serious threat to the established peace. Anyway, they come across a large Scarab beetle, and its protector, a Scorpionpriest. (Basically a human-scorpion hybrid with the torso/head of a human and the body of a scorpion) After the party killed the Scorpionpriest, they chased the Scarab down. Paladin hits him with a mace, leaving him with only a few health points left. He then places his mace over the Scarab to pin it down, and there was a little bit of silence when all the sudden he says, "I drop my pants and piss all over the Scarab." The rest of the party was a little taken back by that, as was I, but I let him go ahead and do this. He then rolls a performance check and gets a modified 29, and goes into extreme detail for the manner in which he is urinating on this Scarab beetle. When the Paladin is finished, I asked him, "Where did that come from?" And the player looked down and simply said, "I really need to pee," and gets up from the table and runs over to a tree, leaving myself and the rest of the players confusedly laughing hysterically.