We often share tales of our campaigns victories and defeats,

Poking around in a cave network our low level party reached an opening high up on the wall of a large cavern.

As the light from our torches struggled to reach out into the darkness something moved.

Couple of us got really good rolls for perception. Whatever it was was big, the vague description was kind of manticore like not that our characters knew that.

We were the kind of party who managed to have people trip over and fall into the camp fire when confronted by a pack of wolves in the forest.

We didn't wait round to check if it could squeeze it's way into the tunnel we were in we just ran and prayed whatever exit it came and went by was a long way away from the entrance we used.

We were climbing a liches tower and exploring side rooms. Picked the lock and opened one door to find a barracks for of githyanky. Closed the door and jammed the lock with a roll so high they probably starved to death in there.

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In SR the Johnson wanted the party to steal a prototype of a new Ares crowd control tank.

The moment the Johnson hit the door of the shitty cafe we met in, my character immediately started arguing we should pass. Didn't convince the rest of the party, they were snared by the payday.

Ares and the Russian mob, no fucking way.

Three words
>giant
>corpse
>bees
Never again, from that point on we burned every body we can across by standing at least 30ft away and using cantrips.