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
Playing Vampire: The Masquerade, we had only a couple of hours of darkness left so we split the party.
My group was all the vampires with good physical stats and we were tasked with stealing a document from a briefcase inside a car. BUT, this was important: we could not damage the car in any way, it would alert the owner too soon.
We all failed every check to pick the lock or shimmy the window, and the sun was about to rise.
So this incredibly strong PC just... Picked up the car. Just shouldered the whole car and we hurried back to the rest of the party.
The owner noticed :(
