YMMV / DM of the Rings

  • Cliché Storm: Even the tropes that weren't made by the books become RPG cliches in the hands of the DM.
  • Crowning Moment of Awesome: It's rare, but any time the group manages to outsmart the DM. For instance, Legolas almost turns the entire campaign into an Anti-Climax by killing Gollum before he even shows up in the story proper by rolling a crit/max damage.
  • Crowning Moment of Funny: Just about any strip, but notably:
    • Boromir, completely fed up with the railroading, decides to die and leave the game and gives this gem:
    Boromir: This is the first time in the whole campaign I've felt really free to make my own choices. I kinda like it.
    DM: But you're dead!
    Boromir: And you can't force me to do anything!
    DM: And decomposing!
    Boromir: Of my own free will!
    • Gimli vs. diplomacy:
    Gimli: Ahem...TELL ME YOUR NAME, HORSE-F—
    Aragorn: GIMLI!
    Gimli: And I'll tell ye mine.
    Aragorn: What are you doing, man?!
    Gimli: Heh. Whoops. I rolled a 1 on my diplomacy check.
    • This wonderful bit of snark:
    DM: Near the smoking pile of orc bodies, you find a small set of tracks...
    Legolas: Tracks?
    Aragorn: Railroad tracks, I'm sure.
    Aragorn: Oblivion had Dryads in it. ...They're like sexy tree ladies.
    Legolas: Sexy? I thought they had leaves for hair. And bark skin.
    Aragorn: Yeah, but they're ALL chicks. NAKED Chicks. Leafy, naked tree chicks.
    Gimli: Ye need help lad. Ye really do. Keep this up and you'll end up with Dutch Elm Disease.
    DM: You enter through the ruined gate and find yourselves face-to-face with Treebeard the Ent.
    Treebeard: (in all his elderly, gnarly, booming glory) hoom hoom welcome to isengard
    Gimli: Words fail me.
    Aragorn: Okay I admit... that is somewhat less sexy than I'd hoped.
    Aragorn: That never happened, man. Sounds like you forgot.
    DM: You mean I didn't?... OH CRAP!
    DM: Okay, suddenly Lord Elrond shows up at your camp.
    DM: He gives you the sword.
    Elrond: Here is the sword. And keep your hands off my daughter.
    DM: Then he leaves. Okay, so now you wield Anduril.
    Aragorn: SWEET SMOKING CONAN! Will you look at the stats on this sword! I was supposed to have this all along?
    • The trap in the Paths of the Dead:
    DM: The walls crack open, and thousands of skulls are unleashed!
    Gimli: I'll bet this was a robust culture. Imagine their funerals. "Oops. Granny's dead, let's lop off her head and chuck it into the big bin to be dropped on adventurers."
    DM: The skulls continue to pour in, filling the room and threatening to crush your nitpicking, over-analyzing characters.
  • Crowning Moment of Heartwarming: Despite the other players wanting to leave as soon as possible, the person who roleplayed Gimli is fully willing to give the GM another chance and play another one of his campaigns, and says "Just get some better source material. I'm sure it'll be great."
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  • Eight Deadly Words: In-universe. With the exception of Gimli, none of the players give a damn about the story, the setting or any of the characters within it. Even Gimli quickly loses his patience with the horrible pacing and railroading (don't tell The Roleplayer how his character feels).
  • Follow the Leader: Darths & Droids, Benders and Brawlers, One Piece: Grand Line 3.5, and Friendship is Dragons are just a few.
  • Fridge Brilliance: Why did the DM put the fate of the story in the hands of a distant NPC making a Will save? Because Frodo was originally a player character, and the DM had likely intended all along to have his player perform the roll and create tension during the campaign's climax. However, all of the hobbit players (including Frodo and Sam) quit at the end of the Fellowship of the Ring arc, resulting in the planned suspense coming across as a "Shaggy Dog" Story.
  • Shallow Parody: The "Gimli son of Groin" joke — as the Dwarvish family tree in one of the appendices reveals, according to Tolkien it really was "Gimli son of Glóin son of Gróin" in The Lord of the Rings.
  • They Wasted a Perfectly Good Plot: Enforced and lampshaded in this strip. The author notes how there are a lot of good jokes that can be pulled in this scene, but the Nazgûl and Éowyn are NPCs played by the DM, who take it very seriously.