But one of my favourite, non-offensive, non-sexual running jokes was when a half-ogre NPC (that I intended as one-off assistance for one adventure, but was loved by my players so much they invited him to be a full member of their guild) got a headband of intellect +6 and became of average intelligence, only without any vocab, so he would try and deduce what things meant. The best one was when he was trying different wines and giving reviews of them on a vinyard, and one character said to him: “You’re a sommelier in the making.” and he said, “I’m kinda large, actually.”

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Hmm… sounds a lot like my game. Same adventure and location.

Though in ours, the players didn’t drown her in water.

They shoved her in the Runewell.

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The most prominent running gag my players have in our current game came after their second or third session. The party was battling against the dungeon’s boss, a quasit that had such a high AC, no one could even hit it at their level. While the battle was raging I was wracking my brains trying to figure out how on earth such low level characters were supposed to fight such a highly powered monster. I figured that I would need to step in at some point and intervene – it just seemed impossible.

Luckily my players came up with the solution for me. The party’s barbarian moved up to a balcony and did a jumping tackle – grappling the quasit in midair. They fell down into a pool of water in the middle of the room. The quasit, being a tiny creature, had a horrible grapple check, and no method to free itself. Despite the dozens of grapple checks I rolled, it was easy for the barbarian to simply hold the quasit underwater until it drowned.

Now whenever they enter a boss fight they of course ask, “Is there water?” They’ve considered researching magical ways to bring a portable hole filled with water along with them. They are sure that this is the best way to beat all of their most powerful enemies. They get a kick out of it.

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so what do i do?

me: alright, i charge and initiate grapple :rolls, gets 20 total:
dm: huh?

the rest of out party starts working on the other grick

a few rounds and an amazing run of grapple checks later

me: alright, now that i have him pinned, im going to drag him to the underwater tunnel that we came in through (15 feet away) :dont remember the roll, but i kept grapple:

by then, the rest of the party had killed the other grick and was just standing there watching. as i drown the grick. which i do, then my character stands up, his sodden cloak streaming and his gloves covered in the mucous from the grick’s tentacles and proclaims

“your damage reduction means nothing to me”

so worth the “why the hell would you metagame, if you are always telling everyone else not to metagame” speech that came after that.

that same character also grappled with a o’toug in the same dungeon while the rest of the party held a door. killed that one too.

it is amazing what rogues can do with high rolls.

The first one began in a d20 Future game, wherein we were a group of treasure hunters by choice due to a galactic treasure hunt being announced by the richest man in the galaxy. It turned out that my Biot (BIological robOT) whom the the Sessra (short lizard-person, best described as an overcaffeinated tech-worshipping hyperactive marmoset) declared a saint needed to be a saint /of/ something. So when we found an ancient Dyson Sphere that the treasure hunt had lead us to, the Sessra declared it a god. And gods need names.

So we named it “Bob.”

It started as a Titan AE reference, and rapidly grew out of control. We tried naming the City Father of our First Age mecca in Exalted “Bob,” too. When the DM asked in a separate Exalted game what we named the ship, it was “Bob,” though he didn’t let us do that. Whenever we run out of ideas for character names, we propose “Bob,” especially for really outlandish concepts. That particularly DM may have a psychotic hatred of the name “Bob” now.

The second one is smaller scale. In our Rifts game, we have an NPC Shifter following us, who is a fat Russian alcoholic. The GM (a different one than the “Bob” one, though his name is actually Bob) speaks in a bad Russian accent when he’s talking as him. Whenever something bad happens in the game or we forget something important, the players harken back to the bad accent and cry out in unison in said bad accent, “SON OF B!%@#,” and get the GM to glare at us. It is unclear whether or not he actually said this before at this point. The new players are confused as to why we think it’s so entertaining.