Comedy Awesomeness!

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Hercules (the naked dude) along with Gravity (that's his actual hero name) and Firestar, I believe.

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From Maskerade:

Two Witches, Nanny Ogg and Granny Esme Weatherwax, are trying to get a coach ride back to their home country of Lancre.

"Esme?" Said Nanny, after awhile.
"Yes?"
"There's a man and two horses peering at us around the corner." She raised her voice. "Come on, I know you're there! Seven o'clock, this coach is supposed to leave! Did you get the tickets, Esme?"
"Me?"
"Ah," said Nanny uncertainly. "So ... We haven't got eighty dollars for tickets, then?
"What've you got stuffed in you elastic?" said Granny as the coach advanced cautiously.
"Nothin' that is legal tender for travelin' purposes, I fear."
"Then ... No, we can't afford tickets." said Granny.
Nanny sighed. "Oh, well, I'll just have to use charm."
"It's going to be a long walk." said Granny.
The coach pulled up. Nanny looked up at the driver and smiled innocently. "Good morning, my good sir!"
He gave her a slightly frightened but mainly suspicious look. "Is it?"
"We are desirous of traveling to Lancre but we unfortunately find ourselves a bit embarrassed in the knicker department."
"You are?"
"But we are witches and could prob'ly pay for our travel by, e.g., curing any embarrassing little aliments you might have."
The Coachman frowned. "I ain't carrying you for nothing, old crone. And I haven't got any embarrassing little aliments."
Granny stepped forward.
"How many would you like?" she said.  

At another point in time, when they are attending an opera (Long Story)

And someone tapped Granny on her shoulder. "Madam, kindly remove your hat."
Nanny Ogg choked on her peppermint.
Granny Weatherwax turned to the red faced gentleman behind her. You do know what a woman in a pointy hat is, don't you?"
"Yes, madam, a woman in a pointy hat is sitting in front of me."
Granny gave him a stare. And then, to Nanny's surprise, she removed her hat.

.....Later...

"Glad to see you didn't loose your temper with that man went on about your hat." said Nanny.
"No point. He's going to be dead tomorrow."
"Oh dear, what of?"
"Run over by a cart, I think."
"Why didn't you tell him?"
"Could be wrong."

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 See, this is why making up your own personal quasi-Mary-Sue character is awesome.

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 Because they can be fitted to that level, and stronger.

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What.

You just used Mary Sue in application to something I posted about Granny Weatherwax.

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Shadowulf1 (Wulf) wrote

quasi-Mary-Sue

Quasi. Meaning close, but not. I don't think Granny Weatherwax is any kind of Mary Sue, nor do I think any character we've created is one.

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Entertaining D&D stuff:

TO (Theoretical Optimization) is gluing blackholes together to keep them from exploding.

The problem then would be throwing the neutron star rather than having the plane you are residing on fall towards it.

Hurray for arbitrary game balance patches that survive unchanged for another 30+ years!

At the end of the day, a Dwarf is still a short, drunk, and bearded Scandinavian.

While a Kobold? A Kobold is still a dragon.

By level 20 though, you aren't capturing a wizard. A character lives to level 20 by being the most ruthless, lucky, capable, and paranoid bastard around. A wizard is throwing around a 30+ Int score and has, entirely in character, planned contingencies for his contingencies. He may well be running around with flat out total immunity to harm, he does not walk outside without an entire bevy of defensive magics around him and enough magic items to buy himself a nation.