Re: Best Funny or Epic Moments in Gaming
Although I can laugh at this today, it was not funny back when it happened.
At age 11, I joined my older brother's D&D group. Naturally, I was expecting light hearted, good time adventure, just like the sort of stories I was reading at that age. But what adolescent boy isn't going to torture his kid sister when presented with the opportunity?
From an early age, I absolutely loved the pegasus. So naturally once I started playing D&D, I really wanted to find one. And in my brother's game, I did.
It was dead.
At first I was certain he was joking, but no! This was for real. It was most graphically described for us. Broken feathers lying all about the ground. A crushing head wound. Eyes congealing and bulging out. I was too shocked to do anything, but one of the guys (our druid/ranger, naturally) suggested we give the poor creature a proper burial.
But, oh no. An avatar of my character's goddess(Hecate) manifests, and informs us that this ground is unsanctified. And will never do. And tasks us to transport the corpse to a properly sanctified burial site.
Naturally, the region we must travel is hilly, and so this is rough, slow going, dragging along the deceased, in a makeshift cart. For some reason, no matter where my character is, the pegasus seems to be looking at her. With pleading, pained, eyes. My brother did these oh so well -- what afterward would be known as his "dead pegasus eyes." I actually whimpered and cried a bit over this bit which, for some reason, was funny to some of the guys.
Anyway, after several annoying, wandering monster type encounters, (two of which mangled the corpse even more) we finally get clear of the hilly region, and reach the burial site. This is good because, well, you can imagine what the pegasus corpse smells like, by this time.
Unfortunately, this attractes the attention of an extra large, extra hungry, carrion crawler. "Godzilla" proves too much for us to deal with...and, in order to escape, we have to let it eat the pegasus. Naturally, my goddess is displeased by this result, and so my character gets a -1 on everything for the next week. The game pretty much ended there.
Aghast, outraged, aggrieved, I tried to cite different books, the kind we all read and loved, and put it to my brother like "so where's the happy ending??" To which he shrugged indifferently, and said:
"My game's are a little more like real life."
Well, thank god for that lesson! Now, whenever I come across an animal carcass in real life, I call the SPCA, rather than intervene myself. And I don't listen to any deity. Because I'm an an atheist.
But the legacy of the dead pegasus remained with us for years afterward. Two of the guys later formed a garage band, and called themselves Dead Pegasus, for about three weeks. Until they became Bitter Wombat.