We’ve all had them. Those sessions were everything just “clicked” and everything just went right. The ones where NOTHING went right, and epic failures ensued. The ones that were just plain hysterical! Or any combination of the above.
What are your memorable moments while playing/running a White Wolf campaign?
I’ll kick it off with some, and share more as we go…I got plenty!
The Good:
The brilliant idea someone had when trying to sneak multiple people into a location. Some people wearing oversized clothes, while those that could “Form of the Mist” did so, and filled out the rest of the clothes.
The Bad:
Going through airport security back in the day. Trying to get swords checked as luggage. First guy steps up and give story about being antique collector, blah, blah, blah. He’s all good. Next guy steps up, and despite traveling together, decides he doesn’t want to use the same story. Comes up with something ridiculous that I can’t even remember at the moment and leads to an utter masquerade breaking disaster that was SO bad the ST had to retcon it to be able to do anything but kill the lot of us.
The Just Plain Memorable:
So, we had a Malk that carried around and talked to a bronze lobster. She was going on one night about how the gerbils were out to get her and the uppity Ventrue of the party kept egging her on and talking down to her. Got her ALL wound up. My Tremere, decked out in his finest modern magick user attire, decided to defuse the situation. He offered the Malk a Ward vs Gerbil enchantment. She accepted. I promptly pulled some lint out of my pocket, and sprinkled it over the lobster while mumbling a few things. DONE!!
The Ventrue continued to be a jerk, and the emboldened Malk wanted an apology. Complete with a kiss from the Ventrue to the lobster. He refused, of course, despite everyone urging him to do it and get it over with. Finally, the Gangrel NPC (mentioned in another thread as looking like Vincent from the original Beauty and the Beast TV show) stepped up, grabbed the Ventrue by the back of the neck, and physically forced his lips to the lobster. Still covered in lint.
The Malk was estatic, and everyone but the Ventrue was happy to have it over and done with.