Quote Originally Posted by Cassidius View Post
Our group had been having a problem with Kraxiks player for quite a while.
Well Kraxiks misses another session and our DM was forced to once again play as Kraxiks.

The last person left to flee is... Kraxiks, the chronically absent player the DM is playing.

Thus begins some of the best role-playing we have ever had in our group...

The DM stands:
Kraxiks: "Keep going friends, don't wait for me."
DM: So I start frantically grabbing all of the bombs I have, I pull them out of my bandolier, I pull them from my belt, I even find a couple I put inside of my handy haversack earlier. Once I see Brayowin reach the top of the stairs I start pulling the caps off of every bomb I can hold with my teeth and charge the demon.
Kraxiks: "Come here you ugly mother, give Kraxiks a hug."

That was the last any of us ever heard of Kraxiks, although once the fire was out in the lower levels, the party decided to carve "Here lies Kraxiks, loyal friend" in the walls, near every greasy spot we could positively identify as his.
Was anyone else thinking "Mark the Red" from the movie Gamers?