I will always treasure the memory of the first time I played Pathfinder 1e. I rolled a half-orc witch, egregiously min-maxed for a ridiculous +16 bonus to intimidate at level 1.
in the very first encounter, my friend alyssa's dwarf barbarian brutally one-shot a goblin. I was next up on the initiative, with the scene well set for an intimidate check.
as the goblins were a size category smaller than my character, I got an extra +4 to intimidate, up to a truly absurd +20. I made my first roll of the game. I got a nat 20, for a total of 40.
the GM lost their shit, along with the rest of the table. the surviving goblins gtfo'd, and that ended up being impeccable foreshadowing for the utter munchkin chaos that was the rest of that campaign. that group was <3
- Stole a cult's flesh golem and drove it into a lake, after using it to convince them to kill themselves
- Help some of the BBEG's henchmen flee the country after they kept getting sent on suicide missions
- Rigged an election
- Went to college to get more knowledge
- Broke into the BBEG's house, killed him, and moved all our shit it
- Stalked the BBEG's right hand man until the end of the campaign
- Couped a city
- Committed financial fraud
- Convinced a suit of possessed armour to kill itself
