כמובן שהכי מצחיק ב-Munchkin Wars
אין כמו לראות איש מערות וגמד ממציא משתלטים על האנטרפרייז כדי לתקוף את כוכב המוות. והיו עוד המון קטעים מצחיקים שאני פשוט לא זוכר והפורום הלך ככה שאי אפשר לשחזר אותם. אני חושב שהיציאה הכי טובה שלי הייתה אחרי שאדמירל הרוע שיחזר את 'תרנגולת הגומי של האבדון(!!!)' ואני וגרוק השקפנו מהדלוריאן. Sabre Runner: "That's the Rubber Chicken of Doom!" Grook: "How can you tell?" Sabre Runner: "I never forget a chick... en." z אבל אם כבר מסתכלים על רשימות: This is a throwing knife. I practice a lot with it. Which eye won't you be needing? Don't move or the Kender starts telling a story! While being attacked by a character 1/3 his size, one player yelled out, "Fool, pain is my friend! Allow me to introduce you to him.!" while slamming the guy repeatedly against the stone floor. "Hey! Why do we see if they'll let us JOIN the orckish horde."-Oberon, Elvish Mage "Ok then, we duel. Choose your weapon, swords or pistols. Swords? Ok, I choose pistols." Is ignorance really bliss, or are you just faking it? In a recent campain where the cleric, a sandal and toga wearing fellow had to choose between 3 identical gems, the evil bad guy remarked "are you feeling lucky, monk?" when he hesitated. "You and what army? Oh, hehe, I suppose you mean that one..." "I'm a mercenary. It's my job to die on assignments no sane person would take." "I will not yield to evil, unless she's cute." We'd finally met up with the big, powerful, bad guy, who spent some time gloating about all the nasty things he was going to do to us before and after our deaths. When he finished, he glared at the party and waited for our reaction. Nobody else said anything, so I was prompted to reply: "Sounds like somebody needs a hug." "I'm not running away; I'm creatively charging." Rolling a bolder down a hill towards a band of ten orcs (and wiping out half), we cried, "...and Jaroth goes for the spare..." Police: "You're under arrest for murder." PC: "It wasn't me! Just ask them; they were there when I did it!" "Don't stab me! I just remembered I have internal organs!" When our neutral good (but slightly arrogant) ranger came across a powerful long sword, and it rejected him in favor of our resident samurai, he exclaimed: "Oh, great. I finally find an intelligent sword and it doesn't like me!" Our bard replied, "That's how we know it's intelligent." "Fortunately, however, all of you are going to be dead shortly. Tea?" "Let's go, ladies." "But you're naked!" "No, I'm not; I have a shotgun."