Funny Roleplaying Moments

(NOTE: Based on time elapsed since the posting of this entry, the BS-o-meter calculates this is 7.236% likely to be something that Ferrett now regrets.)

So last night, we were playing Mage, where my Amish Ninja usually handles the heavy-duty combat portions.
(Joder, the Amish Ninja in question, is an Akashic Brotherhood member who turned out to be the reincarnation of an ancient Samurai.  He now has five dots in Do, and battles vampires with an enchanted pitchfork called “Barnburner.”  This is about what you should expect should you ever ask me to join your campaign.)
But as it turns out, I may be playing second fiddle in combat, as our friend Lucy joined the campaign as a werewolf.  And we were fighting one of the big bads when she failed her Rage roll – which meant that we had a deadly werewolf in a frenzy, where she would attack whoever was closest to her.
Not a problem.  I did a Jackie Chan-style roll, succeeded in my Martial Arts Throw roll, and kicked the Big Bad right into Lucy’s angry werewolf, who was casting about for a target.  Lucy shredded the mage, who fell bleeding to the floor – not quite dead, but certainly out of combat.  However, Lucy was still in frenzy, our worst enemy was still breathing, and we were the only targets left.
Gini, playing our resident Forces mage, wondered what to do next.  After all, none of the other players were particularly good in combat, and I was severely injured.  So as she wondered what to do, I yelled to her – “Hey!  You’ve got Forces!  Just… you know, Weekend at Bernies him!”
She looked at me, startled, and then laughed out loud.  One vulgar usage of Forces later, the still-bleeding body of our worst enemy rose off the floor, a puppet, and smacked into Lucy – who smashed him around the floor in true “Hulk smash Loki” style, thus satisfying her frenzy.
End result: one dead enemy, and a fair amount of laughs.

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