Quick! Sanji! Use your special technique for reviving ladies! Surely it will work on Zeff!
Tell a story about waking a fair maiden... or the half orc barbarian.
So me and the rest of the part had just fought our way up a tower facing everything from mook level guards to groups of Minotaurs. The Wizard was down but we were finally at the last door. There were no traps (which should have alerted us to the dangers) so we ran into the room and came across (what we thought was) the plot device princess we were sent to free.
Supposedly only "the kiss of a truly noble, courageous, and powerful warrior will awaken her." Being the groups BSF with a Lawful/Good Alignment I had played heavily to since the start of the campaign (up to and including refusing loot!) it was decided that my character should have this job.
So my character goes up to the bed, leans down, kisses her, and then gets hit with a Will Save.
Turns out that the princess was in another castle, and I had just kissed some crazy shapeshifting abomination that had mind control powers. The only other melee character in the group happened to be at half health as well. The GM took my character and used it to TPK the rest of the group.
Well, they were waking up a half-orc ranger. Close enough, ja?
The dwarf and I got into a drinking contest with some villagers at their town's annual feast. Many Constitution checks later, I fell off my barstool, landing softly in an elegant curl around my tankard without spilling a drop, and our dwarf won, the villagers having long since lost consciousness. (One needed medical attention after a nat1 left him headdesking straight into a facefull of smashed tankard, so the hippie had something to do while we wrapped up.)
After slapping me, yelling at me, and splashing water on me failed, they shrugged and dragged me to the inn, my superior half-orc physiology withstanding the many bumps in the road my head was dragged across unharmed, but instead of getting rooms, we wound up taking a quest to bring a goodie basket to an old widow living in the woods, so they tried again. When that failed, they checked if anyone (I was the ONLY non-caster) had Cure Poison prepared. When they didn't, the hippie had one last idea.
She dropped and undead fish she'd been keeping in a can on my face.
I finally made my Con roll to wake up, and immediately tried to bite the clammy wet thing flopping on my face, before I realized OOC that the druid would be sad if I hurt the fish. Thus, I grabbed it between my teeth and spit it out in revulsion immediately, before washing the taste out with the last of my ale. It was a goofy session.
I'm impressed the other players will just sit around while the GM does giant flashbacks.
Rika is the only other person there at the minute due to not being able to decide what to play as since deciding to drop that Cleric character). Everyone else is with DM due to either stealing the Going Merry or botching a navigation check.
Not a story about fair maiden's or half orcs but...This comic reminded me of one time I almost made the GM cry (and not for the usual reasons.)
During our Bleach game one villain trapped us all in a dream world ala Lotus Eater machine in which we all lived ordinary lives in the living world. We quickly saw through it and worked on escaping back to reality, which involved finding totems representative of ourselves and breaking them.
I was the last to find mine, but before shattering it I said my character would go to 'his house'. See, my character was orphaned in his back story, he grew up in the slummier areas and both of his parents got sick and well...never got better. His whole drive stems from wanting to create a secure environment to raise his own family in one day. But in this world, he had parents who were alive and well, and whilst he knew they weren't real he wanted to thank them before ending the dream; telling them how he knew it was fake (something they weren't programmed to understand) but how the feeling of having his parents back, even just for pretend, had been wonderful and he wanted to thank them for letting him have that and know how much it had meant to him.
Then he broke his totem, reality set in...and the GM needed a moment.
That story made me tear up just by thinking about it.