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31st Mar 2014, 12:15 AM

His legs were not stained with ketchup. They were soaked in hellblaze afterburner hot sauce.

Zeff liked to kick people in the face.

Tell a story about abnormal euphemisms in a game!

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31st Mar 2014, 2:31 AM

Well, because when my first Exalted character confessed to his girlfriend that he liked her for the first time, the GM said, "Fade to Black", so anytime any character in our game had sex, we just said that they Faded to Black

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31st Mar 2014, 2:44 AM

I'm actually fairly certain that's standard

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31st Mar 2014, 3:11 AM

"Everything faded to black. And then again ten minutes later. And the next morning in the shower, and then while waiting for the coffee to brew. And then twice on the subway. Man, we gotta do something about these power outages. They make it so a guy can't see his own girlfriend!"

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Random Interloper

1st Apr 2014, 12:01 PM

Well...close enough to count, I suppose. We had an Artificer in our D&D group, and we had a few...special...summon spells we would use.

The first were weasels, who had the 'Attach' special ability.

The second were Celestial Squids, who were pretty good at grappling. (Yes, we had a Squid-Launcher.)

Long story short, 'I Squid his face' was a common saying. And Weasel and Squid became status conditions, rather than summons.

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31st Mar 2014, 5:26 AM

Yeah, it's standard.
WARNING: Don't click the following link if you were planning on doing something today.

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Disloyal Subject

2nd Apr 2014, 12:36 PM
"It's Safe"

Don't worry, it's not clickable. Copying and pasting, on the other hand, would be disastrous for those who don't have a permanent minimum of 3 tabs of TVTropes at all time. GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN, PEOPLE

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31st Mar 2014, 2:49 PM


Well, there was this one spaceship captain who soon got a running gag with my character's apprentice scientist (and backup character) involving "communication lasers" and showing her them.

It also was the case that his ship had eight communication lasers which definatively couldn't be overcharged to work as laser cannons.

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31st Mar 2014, 4:01 PM

not sure how unusual it is, but we often refer to large chested females in RPGs as having "prominent charisma." This even slipped into a campaign comic I'm working on.

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Disloyal Subject

2nd Apr 2014, 12:39 PM

Best I've got is "horse-spot" for "stable" - it went memetic when I was too sleep-deprived and my character too sheltered (Orsimer hippie) and/or stressed ("WHAT THE HELL GUYS YOU JUST KILLED HONEST GUARDSMEN AAUGH RUN FASTER!") to remember the actual word. I never lived it down, and after the laughs it got us, I'm glad of that.

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11th May 2014, 2:31 AM
"Lute of Dragon Mating"

To continue off of something I posted a comic or three ago, when my Bard character accidently got nearly killed by having snu-snu with the first dragon we encountered in the campaign, everafter was it known that "Luting the Nest Eggs" was code for... well, you know.

Hey, at least the egg I got was fairly useful (It hatched into a singing dragon right in the middle of a trek through a fire-bat infested "mostly-dormant" volcano, where it promptly ate a small group of the bats, and started singing Toy Box's "Best Friend" [They tickle in my tummy, they're so yummy yummy~, do you have a Fire-bat, too~?] My Bard promptly named him Mister Cuddlington the First. Every time he hugged my character, his hp would drop to ~ 4, though, so...)

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31st Mar 2014, 9:28 AM

Hmm.... ever since one of my players made a well endowed ninja (who had a focus on grappling and trying people up with her loose clothes and eventually [read: in two minutes] became known as stripper ninja), 'Ki Pools' became the name for big boobs. Mana pools for casters developed as well.

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31st Mar 2014, 6:03 PM

In a campaign I run, the parties bard has a walking, self-playing banjo he got from the previous DM. Once, whilst he was rolling a Seduction check along with the parties Arcane Trickster, they both failed miserably, so I asked him to roll for the banjo, who got a nat 20. So, we now call a nat 20 seduction Banjoing.

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1st Apr 2014, 6:10 AM

You were able to find the silliest pose of a man breaking boulders with his feet in the show. Just looking at it makes me giggle.

I salute you.

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Redford Blade

2nd Apr 2014, 6:30 AM
"Back-Alley Hotdogs"

My favorite euphemism arose from two separate campaigns at around the same time. Please bear with me.

The first campaign, a rocking game of Exalted, featured a scene wherein one PC attempted to "kill" another (actually faking his death, but without informing the target). The "assassin" lured his comrade into a back alley, offering to buy him a celebratory hotdog, and then his sudden but inevitable betrayal was initiated by picking up and hurling the hotdog cart at the target. Many jokes were made about "back-alley hotdogs" that day.

Then, in a Hunter: the Reckoning game, the PCs kidnapped a heavily-indebted young man who was the key to stopping a series of murders. Their victim, convinced they were insane (which is par for the course in Hunter), only agreed to help them when they offered him lots of money and a hot meal. The nearest available food vendor at that time of night was a run-down hotdog shack. The PCs really didn't mean him any harm, so it wasn't until AFTER they had accidentally ruined his life and driven him insane that they realized they had fed him "back-alley hotdogs".

As a result of these two events, we refer to any and all betrayals as "being slipped a back-alley hotdog".

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18th Oct 2017, 10:17 AM

Laughing out loud because of that Krieg. the neighbours must think i'm mad

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8th Feb 2021, 10:33 PM

In my first 3.5 game, I ran a nondenominational Paladin who was functionally Sam Vimes from Discworld. Think fantasy-flavor genre-savvy Dirty Harry. For whatever reason, the party rogue didn't carry lockpicks, so my Paladin took it upon himself to carry a masterwork "entry assistance kit" strapped underneath one of his greaves. If "assisted entry" proved too difficult, he would resort to his "lockpick." It was a twelve-pound sledgehammer he carried hooked to his belt. He eventually commissioned a light siege weapon modified for infantry use, modelled after Discworld's "Piecemaker" crossbow. He carried specially made "lockpicking bolts" for it.

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