Inside jokes.... *snickers*

[Xavion&Pavion]

This thread is to post all hilarious, funny, chuckle atrracting inside jokes your gaming group has.

Here are a few of mine:

1) we (me, Vinshcwitz and Zaviousis) were in the "knarled forest" and apparently, there was a very important section of it. We walked into the clearing and saw a stone pedastal in the center. We all walked up to it as a bright light flashed. We all had to take a sense motive to see the creature that had appeared. Vinshiwtz and Zaveosis rolled an 18 and a 19. I, however, rolled a one on it. So, while they talked to the creature, I had my back to it, had my hands and fingers dancing infront of my face, and noticed I had fingers. And The DM even demenstrated it and said in a stupid voice"fiiiIIIIIIngers."

2) Zaviousis was added to the game later (before, he was a Vampire ranger). He was a paladin, and since we read oots, we immeadiately thought "Oh my god, we got a Miko." We all tried to talk him out of it, but couldn't. So, now every time a character makes a joke around him, he goes "I do not understand how..." or "I don't find that amusing." So, one day, (after we gave him the nick-name "fun-sucker") he did the same exact thing, but this time, I had the bright idea to make a slurping noise with my mouth. So, now every time we even mention a paladin, someone makes the slurping noise.

[Lert, A.]

One word:

"Wumpires."

In a classic D&D setting my plot hook was an old man with a creepy Transylvanian accent who warned the group of wumpires. The group pretended to not understand and spent the next three sessions fighting vampires and wondering what is a wumpire and will it be worse than vampires.

The old man now shows up in every setting to warn of wumpires, whether they are real vampires or not.

[Calinero]

I think I've got a few.

1. Dire Weasels. Apparently, at a session I did not attend, a few of them leaped out of a barrel and attacked a friend of mine. He killed them and tried to sell their bodies. It didn't work. Now, whenever we open or look in a barrel or chest, it is common for someone to yell "Dire weasels jump out at you!"

2. Mr. Snark. During one of our less serious sessions, a friend of mine made a cleric. Somehow he forgot to give him a name. Halfway through the session, we realized this and somehow named him "Mr. Snark." My friend began playing him as absurdly over the top in a ridiculous voice. He would also accentuate every other sentence by saying "Snark, snark snark" at the end. He also invented the Harlem Globetrotters.

3. Detect Taint! A result of a Ravenloft campaign where there existed Taint (an evil magical substance.) I was the only one who could use a spell to detect it, and got a little...overzealous. I began using it on random objects that couldn't possibly have Taint (including statues of the god Palor), just to annoy the DM. I know will occasionally bring it up in entirely unrelated campaigns.

[Dr Bwaa]

We have a wizard from the first D&D campaign we ever played (still ongoing!) named Gamus The Badgermage (as a result of his using spare Summon Monsters to spawn loads of Badgers). He's one of only two original characters still alive (because he got ressurrected after his Disintegrate incident, unlike my crazy monk), and as we're nearly epic and clearly going to bebe epic soon enough, he's started spawning cross-campaigns. This is mostly the result of one session, in which we gained access to a newly-reopened leyline in order to Teleport (the Weave is all screwed up so teleportation from leylines is possible, but anything else is very, very dangerous) out into a desert oasis with a genie who might tell us where to find this dragon who has info on this other dragon...(etc etc etc it's a very well-done campaign). Anyway, before we left, all the magic-users were sort of in awe of the power of the leyline, and I natural 20'd a bardic knowledge check. Coupled with some inanely high Knowledge and Spellcraft rolls from various parties (Gamus, who is an archmage, has not failed a spellcraft roll in recorded history), we invented circle magic and got Gamus' effective caster level up to 53. Then he began spawning various nasty spells hundreds of feet high that shouldn't have been possible (we faked all the rules, none of this was RAW obviously) into the nearby town that we were about to be at war with, rescued the paladin's slain celestial gryphon (long story but now his mount just acquired the Ghostly template), and after we finally teleported, he collapsed on the ground and advanced an age category or two.

Since then Gamus the Badgermage has transcended time, space, and setting (and DM) to appear in almost every campaign since, usually playing the part of the strange old man giving out "sage" advice and resolving difficult plot points if needed.

[drengnikrafe]

+1 Bard!

Okay, it goes like this. We get in a battle with a medium sized faction of Kua-Toa and other merfolk types. By medium sized I mean somewhere in the realm of 30-40ish. In any case, we are in this battle, and the Bard (who is a female gnome named Bob Dylan) starts playing a bard song that increases all attack rolls and damage rolls and AC by 1. Through this battle, which probably lasted 4-5 rounds, there were at least 6 sperate instances in which the line between the monster getting hit and not getting hit, or us getting hit or not getting hit, or the monster dying or not was decided by that 1 additional point. Not even joking. That Bard tipped the battle in our favor just enough for us to win it.

[Return of Lanky]

To this day, one of my most memorable villains was a Lich Bard. On top of being a lot of fun, he was absurdly effective in futzing with the PCs.

This means that every time my PCs run into a Bard villain, they make preparations to deal with the undead. Any whiff of a Lich, and they prepare counterbardic measures.

And if the bastards ever stop, I'm going to nail them with another Lich Bard.

[Pandaren]

A. Mr. squigy.


B: Jeb.


C: Wawoowawoo sound effect.

You're better off not asking.

[Sstoopidtallkid]

"Do the Zombies have teeth?"

[sonofzeal]

1) Flamestrike + room full of trolls = "FIRE IN THE TROLL!" Gets used as the verbal component for any AoE spell now, whether fire or not.

2) Passive Megaraptor + player yelling "Chaaaaarge" as a joke = startled Megaraptor and very very dead character. Gets used during any Mexican standoff now... strictly OOC of course.

3) Radical Pacifist Diplomancer + Harpoon Spider failing Will Save vs Calm Emotions = having a pleasant conversation with what was obviously intended to be pure "always Chaotic Evil" cannon fodder. Gets used any time that character is within earshot, usually with references to tea and crumpets.

[lordofthe_wog]

SLAAN!!!: After I played through Neverwinter Nights 2 with my best friend, we realized how awesome Slaan (some random lizardman) was. So we made a lizardfolk barbarian named Slaan, gave him a ranseur, and decided that his INT would be his dump instead of CHA and WIS. Teaming him up with a cleric who had managed to get a 17 for INT (against his 7) resulted in some rather disturbing inside jokes, including the edibility of dead frogs (as well as their existence in the middle of the desert), yakfolk tricking the two into thinking what they were eating was cow instead of human (a slip of the tongue gave it away), Slaan accidentally tricking the yakfolk guard into breaking down the door by holding his fingers centimeters away from his captors nose and chanting "I no touch you, I no touch you." Also, we now yell SLAAAAAAAAAN a lot. For no reason. At all.

Colossal Gay Al: In Slaan's second adventure, he and the cleric started out in the middle of a field, where dinosaurs roamed (because I'm an uncreative DM). He saw a T. Rex and an apatosaurus fighting, and decided to attack them both. Out of idiocy. Suddenly, the guy playing Slaan realized that there is only one possible reason I would put in a T. Rex. In the book Nymphology, there's a monster called Colossal Gay Al, a purple Tyrannosaurus of colossal size wearing a top hat and holding a cane, who's hobbies consist of tap dancing and devouring small towns.

The Orc Brothers: When I introduced another friend of mine to Dungeons and Dragons, we decided to make two half-orc brothers just to make it simple for him. I played the barbarian, because all I've ever been able to play is the guy who hits things with sticks. He, being an idiot, decides "HURR, MAYBEH I'LL PLAY DA CLERIC, DUH" and off we go. Now, not only does he make a cleric, but he uses a shortbow, while I go for beating the crap out of things with a greatclub. Well, against the DM's advice, we decide to take rather... unique character traits. My half-orc (Let's call him Fot) felt the incredible urge to mark his territory on everything he killed, which he did by relieving his bladder. My friend's half-orc (Togg) had to eat everything dead. So after everything in Room X was dead, Fot would unzip and let fly, then advance onto the next room, leaving Togg to chow down on the pee-soaked bodies.


Yes, we are horrible, horrible sickos.

[Hal]

100% Fail: We have a ranger with multi-shot who has a tendancy to fire dozens of arrows and hit nothing but sky. We ended up making cards ranging from 100% Win to 100% Fail, and he would wear the cards on his face depending on how he did in the last round (and how consequential the fail is).

50 Bards: Has anyone seen the "Gamers" movies? In the second one, one of the players wants to play a bard, but his bard is incredibly fragile, so much so that it dies in every encounter. Midway through the campaign, the guy is tired of losing levels and asks if he can just bring in a new character anytime he dies. The DM hesitantly agrees, so the player brings in Bard clones anytime the previous one dies. At one point during a huge battle, the Bard dies so often that the rest of the party shields themselves behind a pile of Bard corpses.

My gaming group watched that movie together, so now whenever our DM threatens to make us fill out a new character sheet, we make jokes about our next character being 50 bards.

[drengnikrafe]

100% Fail: We have a ranger with multi-shot who has a tendancy to fire dozens of arrows and hit nothing but sky. We ended up making cards ranging from 100% Win to 100% Fail, and he would wear the cards on his face depending on how he did in the last round (and how consequential the fail is).

50 Bards: Has anyone seen the "Gamers" movies? In the second one, one of the players wants to play a bard, but his bard is incredibly fragile, so much so that it dies in every encounter. Midway through the campaign, the guy is tired of losing levels and asks if he can just bring in a new character anytime he dies. The DM hesitantly agrees, so the player brings in Bard clones anytime the previous one dies. At one point during a huge battle, the Bard dies so often that the rest of the party shields themselves behind a pile of Bard corpses.

My gaming group watched that movie together, so now whenever our DM threatens to make us fill out a new character sheet, we make jokes about our next character being 50 bards.

The second Gamers movie (The Gamers: Dorkness Rising, I believe it was called) is actually finally out? No way!

[herrhauptmann]

A recent 4E module I played, a bunch of elven followers of Mielikki were guarding a grove of trees when some wood smugglers showed up. Yes, wood smugglers (from Calimsham I think)
Well the smugglers beat the elven knights, and outran them heading into town at 2 am. In a town with curfew, they got the stolen wood back, evaded the pursuers, and got to their warehouse.
1 game day later, we crashed what 'might have been' warehouse, and what do we find? Entire freaking trees. Dozens of them, several feet wide each, and 20+ feet long. How the hell did they outfight and then outrun a bunch of knights? And why the hell were our bosses 'unsure as to the location of the warehouse'?

So now, whenever we take a job, we keep asking if we're being asked to retrieve 'rare wood'. The wood jokes got beat to hell in the last module, a weeks travel through the underdark to a shrine, and everything besides the walls are made from wood.

[erikun]

"You found a soda machine."

Standard response when rolling a 1 on a Spot/Perception check, meaning that you were so far off track that you found something that wasn't even there. Frequently used even in non-modern settings. I kind of picked this up with one group and have taken it with me to others.

[Skjaldbakka]

I had a villian dubbed "midboss". The fact that he was the main villain of the first half of the campaign just adds to the amusement factor. Not sure why you would dubb a Lich with 20th level spellcasting riding a colossal red dragon "midboss", but it happened.

[Lycan 01]

"Its part of that fetish thing."

Call of Cthulhu's sanity system lists possible insanity effects. One of them is the developement of a fetish. My players read this, and now whenever somebody says something perverted, innuendo-laced, or even slightly suggestive in the middle of a game, one of my players will shrug and comment that its part of that fetish thing. Even in random conversations somebody might slip it in. It always makes us laugh, and it can turn a tense situation into an awkwardly funny one, especially if it leaves me (the Keeper) at a loss for words...


The twisted thing is that I intend to give one or more of my players a fetish in the next game. Perhaps they'll become obsessed with feet, or they'll find themselves inexplicably aroused by bullets... Man, I'm gonna make them wish they'd never made those jokes.

[Enlong]

CUUUUUBES!!

So I put my PCs through a big ol' maze, shich I then proceeded to fill with Gelatinous Cubes. Every time they turned a corner into a dead end, Cube. So now, one of my PCs has taken to screaming CUBES!! whenever confronted with one of them. He did this throughout the session. It was fun.

True, I haven't had a session with them since the first Cube incident, due to college and stuff, but I'm confident that one Cube sneaking up on that player is all it'll take to re-spark that joke.

[Calinero]

.......

*twitches*

....cubes.....

Erm. Sorry. Ahem. Bad cube experience once. Near TPK. Was lucky to get out alive.

Actually that's another inside joke. I have long had the desire to make a Gelatinous Cube PC Cleric--a worshipper of Rubik. God of Cubes.

[Enlong]

Wow... that would be awesome. And hey, is it my fault for putting cubes in the maze? Those things have evolved to fit perfectly into five-foot squares, man.

I never managed to get anybody with one. IMaybe I'll use Brine Oozes, stick one in an oasis...

... I like Oozes.

[Neko Toast]

There was this table-top that a few of my friends and me played over the summer (McWoD, if you've heard of it. We only used the book for rules, though. Our DM completely re-invented the story). One of the first quests we had was finding this man named Otto. Well, at the end of the quest, the poor sap was shot at... with a tank. When the smoke cleared, the DM had us make spot checks. I was the only one who passed, so he told me that there were no signs of entrails or any body parts in the crater where Otto used to be. Well, I immediately assumed that Otto was still alive. So then in later quests, whenever a stranger had the same vague appearance as he did, I would shout out "Holy ****, it's Otto!" I did it so often that the DM eventually brought him back. xD Now I'm obligated to scream out "Otto!" during our sessions whenever we meet someone new.

Another one we had was about an NPC in the organization our characters were in. We never met him, but his name was mentioned several times. He was Slayer Harvey (all people in this society have a prefix: most of them being slayer). Well, since all of us had seen the show "Harvey Birdman: Attourney at Law" before, we made a pact to sing those words every time the name was mentioned. Well, it got awfully sickening after a while, so the DM finally killed him off.

[nobodylovesyou4]

"Pork"
Once upon a time, our fair adventuring party entered a city (set in a homebrew campaign). The DM handed us the map so we could look the place over. One guy says, "pork, pork, pork... why did you write pork all over this map?" DM's response: "That's PARK!" Later, when getting a room in the inn, the same guy says, "Can't I just set up my tent in the pork? Or sleep on a porkbench?" Now, we no longer go to the park. We can only go to the pork.

"I'LL KILL YOU!"
We were playing a Return to Castle Ravenloft 3.5. I had just seen Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas for the first time, so I wanted to use the line "we cant stop here, this is bat country!" somewhere in the game. However, I was beaten to it when my friend (same guy in the pork story, actually. he invents a lot of inside jokes.) slept outside (in the pork, actually... go figure!). During the night, he was swarmed by bats. First thing out of his mouth: "I can't sleep here, this is bat country!" I immedietly shouted, "That's my line! I'LL KILL YOU!" and proceeded to chase his ass around the table. Now whenever he makes a joke that I should've made, I shout that at him.

"Sugar"
This one is the most recent. I got the bright idea to make a barbarian who decided to name himself "Soogar". Due to illiteracy, however, he spells it "Sugar". So whenever pronounce it as "sugar", he yells, "IT SOOGAR!" That character was played by the same guy from the other two stories, and that joke went on for a while until he died. At one point, I actually went, "How's it going, soogar?" and he respond, "IT SUGAR! ER, SOOGAR! DAMNIT! LOOK WHAT YOU MAKE ME DO!"

[The New Bruceski]

Dire Bears

In our 4e game we encountered some bears in a cave. As they attacked the DM accidentally read the listing for dire bears, and took my fighter from full to -15 in one set of attacks. To my credit as a defender I never even flinched, though I think it was shock. Now when he skips a column in the book or is double-checking something, we'll make cracks about "it's actually dire bear zombies" or a dire ooze, et cetera.

[BloodyAngel]

"Rhem'vrock"

In a very odd game, I was running for two friends... one of whom was playing a drow cleric and the other, a half orc fighter. The drow, an arrogant thing, ordered the orc around like she owned him. In retaliation, he invented a term of address for said priestess. Rhem'vrock... according to him, is an orcish term that loosely translates to "wh*re-b*tch". It is apparently used to describe the many, many female orcs and the like that a powerful orcish warlord "owns". So... essentially an orcish concubine.

As the priestess did not speak a word of orcish, she had no idea what it was that he kept calling her. But he insisted it was a great term of respect! So, at one point, when she was forced to speak to a small band of orcs who were threatening her, she referred to HERSELF as a Rhem'vrock. Leading to a massive amount of laughter on their part. The irony is, it was enough to convince them that she was not dangerous, and saved the party's life.

Assorted references to Rhem'vrocks show up from time to time in my games now. I even have a female orc warrior named Rhem'vrock on my WoW account.

[Ravyn]

Most of mine are (at least originally) from Exalted games.

There was one that came up because of my group's tendency to recruit almost every NPC they saw. One of the players mentioned that he could imagine my BBEG getting up and moving up to the window in time to see them wander up. "It's the perfect day for the next step of my pla--good gods how many Solars did they BRING?!" That last line ended up showing up numerous times in that game, in the next game, in various other things--I even used it in my blog once.

And The Waffle Incident. Group's trying to break free of the BBEG's twin offspring, who've semi-captured them, and lead off with drugged breakfast. It lays one of the twins (and one of the PCs) low, but the other's still on his feet. Then the crafter who made the waffles chucks one at the remaining twin. With an accuracy-booster. Guy doesn't bother blocking. It should've done more damage, only my assistant (running the antagonist at the time) managed to convince me that a waffle should have negative damage. I really shouldn't've let him. But that's not the best part.

The best part was a year and a half later. There we are, in a D&D game run by a mutual friend of most of the group (not one of my players, but he'd played with us in another game), running into a room with the rather quirky "god" of the setting. One of the PCs attacks him and finds his weapon turned into a waffle. Attacks again, and now it's his helmet. After a bit of negotiation, someone asks him "Why waffles?" He responds, "Well, there was this guy a couple universes over who scored a hit with a soggy waffle..."

Then there were the jokes that came from when one of my players began his own game; I was responsible for quite a few of them.

We had one antagonist, one Seven Steel Viper by name. Big guy, bigger ego. And not too fond of being poked fun at. So I dealt with how slow combat was going by insulting him, particularly getting his name wrong. After getting several wrong numbers, materials and species (Five Paper Gartersnake!), I reached my turn and delivered my piece de resistance--"I know! We'll call you Half Dozen Pincushion!" my character shouts, as she hits him with two volleys of three chakram each. He kept the nickname for quite a while.

This was also a character who tended to take an inordinate amount of risks... not all of which succeeded. She spent more time surrendering than any character I've ever played--which satisfied her just fine, as it put her right where she could start talking her enemies around or sabotaging them on the way out. The joke got to be that the worst thing an enemy could possibly do was capture her.... but the enemies never quite figured that out.

[LotharBot]

+1 Bard!

... Through this battle, which probably lasted 4-5 rounds, there were at least 6 sperate instances in which the line ... was decided by that 1 additional point.

I had a 4e cleric cast bless for the first and only time... made the difference on 8 attack rolls during a single fight. It wasn't even a very big fight. The group joked that I should quit while I'm ahead, and that the next 4 times I cast bless it'd be useless.

If anyone's played the Shackled City campaign, you might remember "Crazy Jared". Suffice it to say, "For Anduria!" has become a battle cry in our games, and we're often joking about having cardboard cutout armies at our backs.

We used to call one of my characters, a halfling ranger, the "masterwork halfling" because he was always giving people +2 bonuses for flanking, aid another, and so on. His legendary hate for goblins made him show up in goblin mythology in other campaigns -- Fear effects tended to make goblins scream "oh no, it's THE GARLEN!" Eventually the world backstory came to include him being summoned from another world to lead an assault on a goblin lesser deity.

Another player made a character named "filthy Ike", a brilliant archer who never bathed. When one of the host's dogs let one rip, it always got blamed on Ike.

Also from the Shackled City campaign and our continued epilogue... our broken batman wizard, Roland, had gained control of the plane of Occipitus. One of our epic plots was to move Occipitus (which was the size of a small moon) from being embedded in an evil-aligned plane to a good-aligned plane. So we flew it there, over and through other planes. Someone joked that Roland should carve a huge stone fist on one end of it, and create an epic spell of "Fist of Occipitus" that summoned it to smack down an enemy.

In our next campaign, one of the end bosses (a CR 22 dry lich at the time) flew past our level 7 party and dropped a spell on our Giant Paladin ally. The DM thought that would be it -- she whacks our big ally and flies off, and we finish fighting with the goblins on the ground. Well, we weren't going to stand for that, so the aforementioned Filthy Ike (buffed up from our bard) lets go with a volley of arrows, and takes out her canosphinx mount. "I can't believe you killed her dog" is now our catch phrase for when someone takes on a challenge way too big for them.

Whenever that party, which topped out at level 17, ran into a fight where big melee would be the right solution, someone would say "we need a spell of summon Rubble Rousers" (the level 27 Shackled City party, which was heavily melee focused). So, over 6 months of careful planning, my wife and I conspired to make it happen. I know it sounds like a bad idea to mix a level 17 party and a level 27 party, but all of our players loved it, and everyone had a significant role in the boss fights. So that's a case of an inside joke turning into an actual gameplay experience.

[AgentPaper]

Very early on, when my group was just starting DnD, one of my players made a character named "Blargo". He was a typical very stupid fighter, notably one-sixteenth tree. (He spoke the language, too) In the first part of the adventure, another character, a gnome wizard, finds Blargo, who had wandered off at some point. Blargo instantly assumes that the gnome is a spy, and rolls a 1 on his sense motive when the gnome tries to reason with him. So, Blargo attacks, sending the gnome flying off into a bottomless pit of sorts. When Blargo finally rejoined the party, his only words were, "I killed a spy! Wheres the shorty man?" Now, whenever another PC meets up with another after some time, one of them will shout out, "A SPY!" and roll a sense motive. Fortunately this hasn't resulted in a PK yet.

Later on in the campaign, the same party was stuck defending a small keep from a horde of orcs. Unfortunately, the player who usually played Blargo couldn't make it, so he was controlled by another character, who had a dwarf fighter that he played. Now, the dwarf fighter had recently broken 20 on his AC, and he now thought himself pretty-near invincible, especially to a bunch of measly orcs. So, he makes himself and Blargo rush out a breach in the wall (made by a catapult) to hold the orcs there. One round later, both get attacked by ALL of the 20 or so orcs outside (mostly javelins) and die. Now, whenever a PC or NPC dies, everyone wails, "Blargo! WHY!" and throws that player dirty looks.

[Blackfang108]

"Hey 'John,' search for traps."

He was the rogue.

Three traps were successfully detected. 7 were not.

10 traps went off in his face.

Over the matter of an evening (realtime).

We call it the "Night of the Living Fumbles."

And regarding the +1 Bard:

My Warlord recently used Lead the Attack. I missed, AGAIN.

and the +1 to attacks for everyone else from the miss made the difference between the thing getting another attack in or not.

And I hat to keep reminding them. Three people in a row: "24 v AC/ Miss/ Did you remember the +1?/ Oh, 25/ Hit."

[shaddy_24]

There was when I was DMing Expedition to Castle Ravenloft. The players encounter a vampire (who was successfully ID'd as a vampire) and the ranger asks if he should shoot arrows at the guy. I respond "Well, you could shoot chickens at him, but they wouldn't deal that much damage." Now whenever someone asks what they should shoot at an opponant, the first answer is "chickens!"

[Smeggedoff]

P'tang P'tang, god of newts, mentioned every time we need a minor god to be standing around :)

in his pantheon is

Gond, Gnome god of invention, junk and making a quick buck (can't remember how different this is to his faerunian counterpart), turns up everytime we need something odd

usually in his travelling junk shop, where can be found

Talking moose head, trophy, always introduced with a cry of "BUY THE TALKING MOOSE HEAD!" heavily referenced anytime we go shopping

also usually affiliated with Gond is

The Wand of Random Polymorph, a horrible, HORRIBLE artefact we were once gifted with that when touched to something, polymorphs it randomly with no HD limit for a short amount of time, during experimentation our wizard goes down to a beach, picks up a handful of sand and...
cue the rest of the party standing on a cliff overlooking the beach, wizard tears past screaming being pursued by an assorted pack of monsters, including but not limited to three tarresque...and a rock

not just any rock

the Rock that goes "HaghlaghlaghlaghlaGL" (For WoW players think Murloc) the announcement of the rock must be accompanied by the appropriate finger motions (hands at nose level, fingers down like wiggling tentacles), the cry and accompanying finger motions would surely be heard and seen whenever someone looks in a barrel, chest or fails a search roll.


thank you and goodnight, you've been a wonderful audience

[Thrawn183]

"2d6+6"
In a game early this summer, my DM's girlfriend's ex came to visit. Nobody likes him. Let me put it this way, somewhere between talking about how he got hired to strip and talking about working in a hospital and seeing a gangrenous... female... yeah, he pulls out his wallet and shows how he keeps a card that his frat hands out with the Georgia pedophilia laws on it "just in case." The fact that he goes to school in Alabama means he must have a lot of these things.

Anyway, he brought a monk that he plays, that happened to have some pretty great stats. Really great stats, but he was playing a monk. He did a whole 2d6+6 per unarmed strike. At level 13. We fought some lycanthropes with DR 10/silver. He started the night boasting about how amazing his character was and ended the night literally cursing how horrible it was. Anyway, now my friends and I will hit eachother in the arm and say "2d6+6!" Its funner because an unarmed strike can be any body party, so you can just walk up to a friend, headbut him and say 2d6+6! It's spread to a whole lot of my friends who weren't even there.