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!
- This wonderful bit of snark:
DM: Near the smoking pile of orc bodies, you find a small set of tracks...
: 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
: 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.
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: 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."
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.
Friends! I will not keep you long. I am writing this to you for a purpose. Indeed, for three purposes. First of all, to tell you that I am immensely fond of you all, and that one year is far too short a time to write a webcomic for such excellent and admirable readers. I don’t know half of you half as well as I would like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.
Secondly, to celebrate the one-year anniversary of this strip. I should say, OUR strip, since the comments and suggestions you’ve given over the last year have been as entertaining as the strip itself. Together the strips score one hundred and forty-four. One gross, if I may use the expression.
This month is also, if I may be allowed to refer to ancient history, the two-year anniversary of the start of this site. Two years ago this site began in utter obscurity, with me posting a narrative of a D&D campaign to nobody in particular. But today the site is thriving and I can now say, “Thank you very much” to the thousands of you who read this.
Thirdly and finally, I wish to make an ANNOUNCEMENT. I regret to announce that, though, as I said, a year is for too short a time to spend on a webcomic, this is the END. It is over now. GOOD BYE.