Op donderdag 04 april 2002 15:49 schreef Noper het volgende:
Wat moet je dan in godsnaam als DM doen... :)"
Huilen. Heel heel hard huilen.
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So, the runners are sneaking (this is important, they are SNEAKING) through the plumbing system of an ancient temple. They can hear a low murmur from around a sloping drop ahead of them. After a whispered discussion, they decide to lower one of their party members around the slope to see if he can tell what's ahead.
10 meters... 15 meters... 20 meters... 25 meters.
GM: "You can hear the murmuring is increasing and there are definite, almost musical, rises and falls. It could be a chant or even a song being sung by a number of people. Or it could be a weird acoustical effect. But it sounds like a chanting murmur to you."
Player: I whisper this information to my team-mates."
GM: "They're 25 meters away and can't hear you whisper."
Player: (cups his hands to his mouth and yells) "It's definitely chanting!"
GM: (without missing a beat) "The chanting stops."
The silence at the table was TANGIBLE. Then it was broken by the sound of three hands simultaneously slapping foreheads (all the other players except one) and one slapping sound as the idiot was bitch-slapped by the remaining player.
Then, again simultaneously, every player cupped ONE hand to their mouth and put a single finger from the OTHER hand over their lips in the universal "shut up!" gesture and said, "SHHHH!"
GM: "Did anyone tie off the rope?"
Four players smiled and shook their heads.
The idiot player plummeted fifty meters to his death.
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