While it was still my turn I shoved the lightsaber through the rich bitch’s chest (she was one of the survivors)
All that’s left are the original Jedi, me, and the BBEG. The Jedi looks at me in character and attempts to start a speech. The DM lets him go on for ten seconds and then has the BBEG Force Lightning him in the back. The Jedi was already injured from the earlier fights (and the ship-based weaponry) and folds like a bad poker hand.
While I’m still looking at the Jedi’s body, the BBEG stands up, dusts himself off, and starts talking about how I should join him, and he’ll gladly share the Galaxy with me if I can help him kill the Emperor and his apprentice.
I blast him up against a wall, and cut off his arms with my lightsaber.
“A YEAR AND A HALF. That is how long I had to play this game. A year and a half of putting up with them, hiding, cringing, bowing and scraping. Being the good little mechanic so they’d let me leave the ship. A YEAR AND A FUCKING HALF of dealng with arrogance, stupidity, and a blind sense of self-righteousness. ALL that kept me going that WHOLE TIME was thinking about what I was going to do to them, ALL OF THEM, when the time was right. YOU STOLE THAT FROM ME! GIVE ME BACK MY YEAR AND A HALF!”
My character continued to yell things along that line as I cut the BBEG into smaller and smaller pieces and scorched the pieces with Lightning.
That party didn’t talk to me for 3 months IRL. The DM finally convinced everyone to make up, and sit down for a new campaign.
The setting?
A new Sith Lord has arisen, and slain the Emperor. Lord Vader has pledged his support, and the Empire is winning against the rebels, having almost completely obliterated them.
The party chose not to fight him.
THE END
I’m glad you approve. That was actually one of the longest campaigns I ever played with that group. Haven’t seen any of them in years, though.
I actually stood up and was yelling the part about a year and a half at the DM. He was laughing and the rest of the group was looking at me like I kick puppies for fun.
CONTINUED (though we’re near the end)
While it was still my turn I shoved the lightsaber through the rich bitch’s chest (she was one of the survivors)
All that’s left are the original Jedi, me, and the BBEG. The Jedi looks at me in character and attempts to start a speech. The DM lets him go on for ten seconds and then has the BBEG Force Lightning him in the back. The Jedi was already injured from the earlier fights (and the ship-based weaponry) and folds like a bad poker hand.
While I’m still looking at the Jedi’s body, the BBEG stands up, dusts himself off, and starts talking about how I should join him, and he’ll gladly share the Galaxy with me if I can help him kill the Emperor and his apprentice.
I blast him up against a wall, and cut off his arms with my lightsaber.
“A YEAR AND A HALF. That is how long I had to play this game. A year and a half of putting up with them, hiding, cringing, bowing and scraping. Being the good little mechanic so they’d let me leave the ship. A YEAR AND A FUCKING HALF of dealng with arrogance, stupidity, and a blind sense of self-righteousness. ALL that kept me going that WHOLE TIME was thinking about what I was going to do to them, ALL OF THEM, when the time was right. YOU STOLE THAT FROM ME! GIVE ME BACK MY YEAR AND A HALF!”
My character continued to yell things along that line as I cut the BBEG into smaller and smaller pieces and scorched the pieces with Lightning.
That party didn’t talk to me for 3 months IRL. The DM finally convinced everyone to make up, and sit down for a new campaign.
The setting?
A new Sith Lord has arisen, and slain the Emperor. Lord Vader has pledged his support, and the Empire is winning against the rebels, having almost completely obliterated them.
The party chose not to fight him.
THE END
I’m glad you approve. That was actually one of the longest campaigns I ever played with that group. Haven’t seen any of them in years, though.
I actually stood up and was yelling the part about a year and a half at the DM. He was laughing and the rest of the group was looking at me like I kick puppies for fun.