This troper was DMing for a group with a loonie taken up to eleven. He played a Cleric worshipping Cthulhu and then threw bits of "McJarvis the ghoul" at the city guard. It was both hilarious and infuriating at the same time.

In this rolepay, there's IZZI, the insane shiny Mew.

Can also overlap with or be a consequence of MinMaxing in point-buy systems such as GURPS. This Troper once played as an albino, mute, sadistic and murder-addicted, one-armed gunslinging acrobat who compulsively juggles and flourishes everyday objects and communicates primarily by writing notes to people in very pretty, elegant font. He was accompanied/employed by a manic-depressive epileptic hemophiliac with eidetic memory and a doctorate in just about everything. Oh, and only five health. (Note: In GURPS, the human average is ten.)

Why? It was worth points, and it was ''fun''.

A Dragonwrought desert kobold beguiler with very poor eyesight, pathetic Strength and no common sense but a high Int score, a clumsy dumb Dragonborn Goliath Paladin of Freedom with a giant hammer and a ridiculously long name, and a draconic psychic air mephitling Wilder and a juvenile Fey Dragon all walk into a dungeon... Yes, an obsession with dragons is a factor here.

This troper. Me and my friend were playing a generic "kill the lv4 necromancer" crawl so I could build up my character for a lv10 campaign. My way of killing the necromancer was to manacle him, grapple him by the legs, and repeatedly slam him into the wall. .

A shadow goliath barbarian/soul eater with fiendish grafts replacing his limbs and skin, severe brain damage, ridiculous jumping and stealth, crap for Armor Class, and a Mommy fixation on a 12-year old elf assassin. Sadly, all the psychoses were removed in the first session. In the same party is an anthropomorphic hawk chestburster druid drug dealer with a tuxedo and a gangsta accent.

This troper is currently playing a character who is basically himself with poor impulse control and... issues. A particularly proud moment was rendering an NPC who accidentally witnessed another PC using a superpower harmless, by pulling a fake NSA ID and proceeding to convince him that D&D was based on reality. "I lean over and whisper conspiratorially in his ear - "The Dungeon Master is ''real''.""

This guy, in one of his recent D&D games, with an item the DM created (a Box of Holding, where only the bottom of the box has the Bag of Holding trait), proceeded to purchase 700 feet of rope, the necessary metal parts to create a launching/winching mechanism, and now is the proud owner of a Grappling Hook Launcher Box! Which will probably never be used, since neither of the previous [=DMs=] ever put in a situation where a rope and grapnel would be even remotely useful. He's not bitter though, since they ''have'' accommodated him in the past with regards to other amusing antics, including putting in an opportunity (sadly, unused) for his Warforged Fighter to jump through a hole and crush an unsuspecting Kobold who was sitting on a chair at the bottom of a ladder. Now that it is his turn to play the DM, he has every intention of adding in as many silly situations as can be tolerated. Case in point, the main focus of his part of the story is Fort Thunderhorse. One of the other locales is Fort Mordhaus. He has taken the time to stat out an enemy from Lunar 2, called a Doom Rigger, whose entire purpose is to shoot out slugs then retreat from battle. The Bronze Dragon living in the valley below the fort is fond of polymorphing himself into a human and frequenting bars, and has been patronizing the bar in the fort since it was first built by the current proprietor's great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather some centuries earlier.

This troper plays on a {{mons}}-based RP forum, and, in an attempt to counteract some of the SeriousBusiness other people put into character creation, started making deliberately silly characters. One of these, a catlike {{mon}} based on the red "X" image displayed in Internet Explorer when it can't find an image, she turned into a borderline-insane bite-happy ball of misspent energy, given to a farm owner by his elderly mother, whom he had only intended to use for breeding stock. Said {{mon}} can only speak in surreal non-sequiturs and tends to continuously babble one word over and over again. Funnily enough, other players found him so "refreshing" that he became one of her most popular characters with other players. Even funnier? She later found out that his particular {{mon}} ''species'' was made for the purpose of being TheLoonie, and was invented by a site mod and artist who wasn't overly fond of the species.

In another favorite example of this troper's, for being the highest-ranking member of her job class in a special campaign, she was given a legendary dragon {{mon}} who was the living embodiment of the Earth "element." She turned said dragon {{mon}} into an overacting LargeHam with a strong ScrewDestiny attitude concerning her "specialness," and whose dream is to become a famous cartoon voice actor and/or standup comedian.

This troper owns a grandson of said legendary dragon, who was "raised by wolves" (well, one wolf-like creature) and is totally convinced he is one as well. The kicker? He has a totally childlike and playful mentality, while the species he belongs to (based on Eastern dragons) is supposedly a mystical/legendary species.

Said wolf that raised him is also abnormal, seeing as he is firmly convinced that he is king of a castle-he actually does live in a pretty big house-and that his neighbors are his "subjects." They get routine visits from him, demanding that they pay him taxes.

Okay, this troper recently started [=RPing=] with a group he met at school, and one particular player has a hard loonie-streak. Well, one fateful monday night that same player is running a game of his own and this troper and his friend decide that turnabout is fairplay, thus Nigel Stingcheeks and Farqueem Yuri Beethoven were born.

A caravan arrives at a village our forces have just recently conquered, Nigel has been instructed to keep his tank parked in a nearby alleyway and Farqueem to hold his fire. While our commanding officers are negotiating with the traders, Farqueem asks, "Do you want me to shoot them yet?" Just as the commander talks the traders down, Nigel gets bored and decides to go see what's going on - still in his tank.

The traders beat a hasty retreat, and are gunned down to prevent them from alerting the nearby villages. Unfortunately, their cargo goes up in flames. The commander shouts to the trooops to put out the fire, and from inside the tank, Nigel is heard shouting "What did you say? Fire?"

Later, when Nigel accidentally crushes Farqueems legs, both are positively ecstatic that Farqueem will finally be able to get a pair of robot legs just like their fearless leader.

This troper has a list of Loonie concepts that he never expects to be allowed to play, specifically so that when he pitches a Loonie-lite idea the GM will sigh in relief and say "Fine.". Examples:

A literal Epileptic Tree in a Star Wars setting, who ONLY rustles when there's no wind, and there's only one other person present.

A long list of Star Wars concepts involving Kushiban. My personal favourite is the HIDEOUSLY effective sniper who snarks and smokes cigars just to break the "cute" stereotype.

Mega Freud, a superhero who can pull a couch from Hammerspace and is ubermanipulative. That's it. His sidekick, however, is a seriously-powered hero who's moonlighting to pay his (very impressive) bill. His battle cry? "Tell me about your mother!"

A D&D Artificer Iron Man expy. I got to do this one, in a game starting at level 18. It lasted one session - first he broke the local economy by inventing a magic factory that pumped out masterwork items at ludicrous speed, then he killed every mook the GM had a model for in two rounds.

A Rastafarian Zeltron Jedi who seduces anything that moves. The GM decided to screw with me this time and approved it.

An R2-unit criminal overlord. Also screwily approved.

This troper once played an R2-unit bounty hunter. .

This troper's group features a dragonborn warlord who spent an hour and a half using the Diplomacy skill to pick up every single woman in Winterhaven. He has also taken to using the party's halfling paladin as a door-breaking thrown weapon, eating kobolds, and at one point snatching a rat off the ground and eating it. It gave him blinding sickness.

This Troper's GM did nothing about TheLoonie in his setting. This troper's GM WAS TheLoonie! It was a strange campaign.

MBurusu: I've actually thrown in Looney bits into a semi-SurvivalHorror setting. It was a stereotypical mansion, of rectangular build, two stories and a basement, four towers (each in a corner of the complex), and basically consisted of 3x5 rooms with the middle area (a 1x4 stretch) as one giant lab. Cue me throwing in a disco ball in the Southwest tower (with an actual purpose behind it, no less), a DeathNote homage panty drawer (the BigBad's, no less -- a DeathTrap, natch), and a(n epileptic) chameleonic bioweapon in the basement kitchen fixing a sandwich. Needless to say, I get the biggest kick from watching my player(s) uncover these funny little deathtraps and end up freaking out -- I usually let them rewind it, though.

Memorable quote this French Canadian troper heard during the same D&D campaign (short sypnosis: the entire party were drow rogues with the goal to kill the High Elves's King):

In a sector of the royal castle neighboring the king's position: "...And then I invent the bazooka and I shoot the king from there."

In the moment of the final confrontation: #QUOTE#'''Player:''' I shoot a arrow at him shouting "hey, watch that".\\ '''Game Master:''' The King diverts the arrow with his mind.\\ '''Player:''' (speaking to the king) That's a good one, hey?

Given the name of my favorite SuperHero PC (which I use as my handle here), you can guess what my play style usually is like.

This Troper knows one in his latest D20Modern game. The character was a "doctor" who had placed the majority of his skill points in "perform x," such as "Dancing." While the party was attempting to escape the communist compound at the beginning of the game, guards came and caught them. This troper ran through the newly opened door, the guy with the BFG started shooting, and the doctor started to ''dance''. Guess who was shot down first...

In a another game- this time [=DnD=] -this troper was one. Started normal enough, I was a human Fighter. It got weird when I presented my race as "white human man" which got me the assumed personality of a nazi. So I ran with it. Other examples include:

Attempting to fight a snake by running up - ''not'' climbing up - the tree and '''jumping''' to attack it. So of course, I failed the first climb check and fell on my ass.

After running from a forest fire we came upon a village. The others went to warn of the fire, I tried to fight the fire. By climbing up a tree. And fighting with my '''sword'''. As the fire didn't reach the village, I was not burnt. But, I was apparently not actually standing on anything, causing me to comically fall of the tree. At which point the monk jumped up a ''pile drived me'' into the ground.

I greeted the village chief with "Hail, Savages" earning a beating from his staff. A few comments later and he beat me to 0 hitpoints, leaving me unconscious until he was finished speaking.

Attempting to jump a gorge. Granted, I was jumping from one side of a broken bridge to another. I just happened to break the bridge in the process, go down 50 feet, and force my group to come up with a new plan.

When climbing a ziggurat, the team used the stairs. I climbed up the walls. The sheer walls. Almost made it, but fell two stories, knocking me unconscious.

A while back, this troper was playing in a LARP which featured a pantheon of many gods. He decided to play an acolyte of the goddess of wisdom...only he was actually a follower of the trickster god *pretending* to be an acolyte of the goddess of wisdom. This consisted of being a pathologically lying know-it-all who would give meaningless responses to requests for information, and then use his persuasive ability to get out of tight spots. He found the ability to create mass confusion quite worth it. If that was not enough, he also had a familiar...a pet duck (played by a duck hand puppet). Which he gave brawling ability to. (Admittedly a stretch of the rules, this led to a game where there was a subplot designed to kill the duck, which was ultimately done by a vampire. This troper is still peeved he did not get a vampiric duck out of this.)

This troper remembers one of these in his D&D group. The first time I joined up, he was playing as a halfling bard and actively trying to get it killed so he could start his new character. Said new character turned out to be a druid named Elfkabar--many jokes were made about this name, such as "Elf-kebab" and "Elfkabarf". It was about this time that the DM gave everyone some magical equipment. Elfkabar got a +1 electric scimitar. And proceeded to use it in a fight with a gelatinous cube. Which was taking place in a sewer. Needless to say, he got shocked as well. Fast-forward to the next campaign we did, and he was playing as a ''gnome barbarian''. With blue skin. Named Bob. Of course, we were a fairly weird group anyway (other exploits involved the party wizard using the light spell to make the paladin's armor glow, and the paladin responding by using his wand of light to make ''the wizard'' glow, and I myself had an innovative use of a quarterstaff, holding it by one end and doing a running jump in order to extend my reach high enough to swat at a dire bat), but he was definitely the weirdest. Well, except for maybe the DM. I missed the end of the first campaign because it was taking place over the summer and I couldn't get a ride over to the house that we were holding the sessions at (we started it during the school year at the sci-fi/fantasy club), but I'm told that the climax involved some sort of FusionDance, so...

Was Bob, perchance, short for Rob[ert] Anybody?

This Transformers-based thread is what happens when everyone participating in the game conspires to be sadistic Loonies. Including such things as killing party members based on willingly getting faulty information, and exploring how many Frankensteinian ways you can combine two robots with removable heads with both halves of a combiner robot.

This Troper recently had to leave a group for the sheer amount of {{Stop Having Fun Guys}} he had to put up with. Among the things they disapproved of...

Constantly playing Gnomes

Instead of spending gold on shiny wazzits, this Troper would spend his gold on Gloves of Prestidigitation, and other equally useless-yet-awesome items

A character that, eventually, became what this Troper lovingly refers to as the Squirrelock

A Belt of Bear Blasting. For those interested in how to make one, it's actually quite simple/cheap

First, enchant the belt with a spell that does some kind of force damage.

Second, enchant it with prestidigitation, made to make the image of a bears head appear over the spell

Third, make the activation word "AAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH."

Finally, thrust gratuitously whenever it is used.

This troper and his entire [=DnD=] group. We're entire parties of loonies. To name a few: A drunken goblin priest, a mime bard, a barbarian who has learned to use a warhammer to make music out of breaking his opponents' bones, a dancing fighter with small magic talent who animates swords, the reincarnated ghost of a man who drowned in a pond of Pepsi, a wizard gone mad from playing around with time itself, and an ElegantGothicLolita shapeshifter whose favorite form is a tentacled troll.

This troper recently played a Pokemon-style RP game with a playwe whose response to everything was to "Lick its ass," using "teach the pokemon to sing Old Man River" as plan B. The DM, who was a bit of a loonie too, decreed the teaching a pokemon Old Man River made it evolve. Somehow.

This Troper has a friend does this to an infuriating degree. While playing a World War II campaign, he tried to hijack a plane so he could "fly to Berlin and kill Hitler". Alone. In the middle of the Normandy invasion. While playing a SNIPER.

Another time, said Troper's friend charged a Japanese bunker while carrying two Thompson submachineguns (one in each hand), and a katana in his teeth.

Bizarre race/class mixes? Puh-leeze. You haven't played with a real loonie until you're in a forum RP with a magical talking monkey. In a high fantasy setting.

This troper is an odd mix of TheLoonie and TheRealMan. While random, senseless mischief is no fun for me, I instead strive for CrazyAwesome, with varying results, in everything I do. My play style is distinctly influenced by {{NetHack}}, and it ''shows''.

This troper is this whenever he decides to play Chaotic Neutral, and is ''good'' at still achieving goals while doing whatever amusing thought pops into his head. He rarely plays Chaotic Neutral, though, if only for the sanity and well-being of his friends, because of the collateral damage that comes from doing whatever sounds amusing at the time. The most recent example was a kobold telepath with a mind-controlled "pet" ogre that he rode on as if it was a mount. Other times, though, he tends to be more of the Roleplayer type than the Loonie.

This troper had two in his group at once. The results? The use of a halfling paladin as a missile weapon, pit-jumping, and a failure to distinguish between 'kobold' and 'lunch'.

In a Savage Worlds campaign this troper participated in, our party had one hell of a Loony. He took the Paranoid and Delusional character flaws, called his character "Superlicious", insisted that trees were conspiring against him, collected dead cats to fuel a rocketship (in a ''fantasy'' setting), threw his pet rock Bonky at enemies as his primary weapon despite being a melee specialist, and had a tendency to get miraculous rolls with untrained or barely-trained skills. He managed to put the king into hysterics with a joke ''while we were in a carriage chase'' by rolling a 10 (4 is success, every 4 after that is bonus points) with a 1d4-2 skill. (In Savage Worlds, rolling the highest number on a die lets you roll again and add the new result. This can stack. In this case, he rolled 4, 4, 4, 2, in that order on the same d4.)

This troper had an elaborate prank called the "Legend of the Ham Sandwich" in which he kept using charms and suggestions to get people to offer a {{Wangst}}ier player ham sandwiches, and to make sure that he got served a ham sandwich in any tavern no matter what he ordered, which unnerved him to no end (this is one of the few times I've been able to hold a straight face long enough to make it work). The second part of the plan involved using bards to spread a ham sandwich based legend throughout the land but the player moved away before that came to fruition. Bonus Points for the fact that the other player's character had an aversion to ham that I was not aware of when I devised the gag.

Basically everyone in this troper's D&D group is this. We have a human rogue (me), a human sorcerer, human monk, elf ranger, human druid/bard, human cleric, and a dwarf cleric, and our team name is "The Black Unicorn Brigade". Our DM has called us "the biggest douchebag heroes" he's come across. Some things that we've gotten into:

Me and the ranger decided to try and castrate the monk while he was sleeping. It didn't work.

We stole expensive, but fairly priced weapons just because.

The human cleric's first attack is always trying to throw dust in the enemy's eyes, with varying degrees of success. He also is an alcoholic with a "barrel of holding", containing a tree, a mountain lion, and vomit.

My rogue always collects the skulls/ashes of whoever I kill, and the ranger has been taking the fingers so he can use them to replace his own.

The dwarf cleric hid inside a keg with a flask full of acid while the human cleric, disguised as a guard, offered a drink to the other guards, which they accepted.

This Troper found out that when you're playing Vampire the Masquerade demons and demon worshipers are taken quite seriously. Apparently it's bad to search for information on a demon cult by walking into a bar and demanding 'So, you guys know anything about demon cults?' and then using celerity to escape before their shotguns can do any damage to your striking looks. Perforated teammates tend to have choice words for people who do such things. Belial's Brood, however, has nothing but bullets.

I have an entire motley of them in a Changeling campaign I'm Storytelling. At a Spring Court function one of them got into a fight with a group of children over possession of a free puppy while the other two went off to a 'back room' without having any concept of what such rooms were for. One of these characters was 31, the other was 14. They then RUINED a stealth operation in a playground that utilized two characters with childlike masks by shouting pedophiliac comments at one another. So far it's a great campaign. Thankfully after we sacrificed the last powergamer to the Mighty Gygax Lord of the Dice we haven't had to deal with any.

ROBRAM89 once created, but has yet to play, a 4th Edition Ranger (emphasis on sniping with a greatbow) with (the D&D equivalent of) ''Vietnam flashbacks.'' He also insists, vehemently, that he lost both his legs in the war.

Come to think of it, in 3E, I played a ChaoticGood gnome sorcerer (who fought with a dagger in each hand...it was for a prestige class!) in one campaign. In an evil party.

This troper's LARP group has a variety of loons:

The Handsome Monkey King, who wielded a bo-staff and throwing poo.

A bowman/dual wielder named Malcolm with a hilariously heavy lisp (which the player never dropped until after the debrief)

My upcoming bard who uses a cowbell as his instrument, will have treat wounds (and the cure disease spell) with a cowbell as his focus. He will also speak like Christopher Walken.

Dave the less than convincing lich, a young sorcerer (uses arcane and divine magic) with one rank in disguise self and a skeleton face ski-mask.

Leeroy, Jr the centaur, a play on Guernsey's most infamous incidence of bestiality.

Tesla the blue mage (lightning user) who inadvertantly is this as adventures he's on have a running gag that everything is immune to blue magic.

The Wondersmith, A Romany (spellthief) who has the innate ability to beguile people, even via non-verbal means such as business cards, and often beguiles people, disguises them as someone else with his hideously high disguise other ability and mind-rapes them into thinking they're someone else before letting them go.

Arthemis Colt the mad scientist. Wears a Vault suit and labcoat along with gas welding flip-goggles, wields an anachronistic revolver as a magical focus (a nerf maverick)and is quite obviously a member of the SCP-foundation (And since Xenomorphs have started turning up my Airsoft pulse rifle will see use, finally.)

Varason the Blade, a mercenary at the head of Blackwatch's (as from Prototype)HR department, and who has a menagerie of pets, such as a rat who is secretly a 700 point sorcerer with the full raise dead list (Varason himself is only 60 points), A rubber pig named Gregory who is sometimes used as a ranged weapon to inflict either Disease 3 or Swine through (through armour) and the latest addition a Facehugger named Zovirax (as in the herpes treatment, q.e.d headcrabs) who will later be replaced with a chestburster psychiatrist named Sieglind Fraud, a chestburster scout who forged his diploma and ID, disguised himself as a human and has been helping Varason with his Xenomorph encounter induced PTSD purely for the roleplay XP so he can become a Xenomorph Ravager and kill everyone (Purely for the "I'll help you get these things off your chest" gag.)

Finally there's Steve the Mook,a Blackwatch (In this continuity they're subterranean combat experts used to fight drow, mindflayers and the newly returned Xenomorphs) mook who has a facehugger permenantly stuck on his face because said facehugger is impotent and is far too proud to admit it.

This troper's current campaign has a Dwarf warrior that literally fucks money. He also destroyed a whole brick wall by ramming it because ''one brick'' had been teared out, and proceeded tumbling down the ''very'' long staircase on the other side of the wall. And after he had stopped on the bottom, he got a treasure chest full of silver coins right in his head. Oh, and a totally random decision to keep a horse skull and use it to make a helmet out of it.

Not a gaming example: This troper was in a local community theater play and was given a chance to write his own bio for the playbill. He listed that as a child mine worker in Ukraine before escaping with a traveling circus to western Europe and flying first class mail to America where he now holds a job desynchronizing traffic lights. Nobody noticed till the playbills had been printed. One of the other actors was irritated with this troper but was also too amused to read him the riot act.

This same troper in high school managed to get a fictional student elected to homecoming court and attended the dance as that student. Lots of laughs when I was announced under the fictional name.

This troper's current Planescape (D&D3.5 ruleset) campaign has a sorcerous talking spiritual mink who wears a monk belt and has 24 charisma, 18 wisdom, 3 intelligence.

This troper currently plays a barbarian in D&D 4e campaign and tends towards this trope at times. Antics include looting the wizard's spice shelf, drawing a mustache on the prisoner, killing a minion with a wine bottle, and constantly finding new and amusing uses for an anvil.

This Troper once played a son of Apollo and Dionysus in {{Scion}} (a byproduct of copious amounts of alcohol and Epic Appearance GenderBender) and played a DJ who drove enemies mad with his magical turntables (Forcing them to dance uncontrollably to the Safety Dance, Thriller or Hare Hare Yukai ), practiced GunKata while tripping on heroin and LSD, stole Pan's satyr's to work at his nightclubs and produced a drug that turned people into familiar humanoid monsters under his control. It worked well to balance out the Scions with the DarkAndTroubledPast because nothing lightens the mood after a jaunt through Tartarus like hijacking Gaia's nemean elephants and taking them on a joyride.

This Troper's current character in 4e DungeonsAndDragons, in contrast to the StraightMan, TheCaptain that pushes the plot along characters he usually plays, is an Elf Druid who, due to being Really700YearsOld (about 1100, actually, The Gods did it) has a tenuous grasp on reality. However, reality's grasp on him is equally strained. His magic works simply because he thinks it should. eg: "I like watching thunderstorms, I'd like to see a thunderstorm right about now" - Storm Spike. "I'm a kitty now!" - Wild Shape into a lynx. (Sadly the DM still doesn't let this apply to making Tremor hit a mid-air target). He once forced the party's Paladin to climb into a dark pit and feel around in a pile of ooze because said paladin triggered a trap beneath their firepit and lost the Druid's teapot. The druid also references CaptainPlanet, BeastWars (Beast Mode!) and classic rock music frequently and all in character. and in spite of it all, still has more awareness asleep than his allies have while awake. Then again, his allies have included:

A Dragonborn Paladin who makes so many inspiring speeches that he carries around an actual soapbox

A SirSwearsALot Female Elven Twin-sword Ranger

A LargeHam Orc Warden

A crotchety old Cleric of Ioun who would rather ignore obvious plot threads to go dig in random spots for treasure

A NoIndoorVoice Bugbear Rogue who wields a bastard sword and still gets his sneak attacks due to some specific feats

A Dwarven Fighter who once literally knocked himself out with his own axe while trying to keep himself from falling asleep while on watch

And a Shadar-kai newcomer who is just trying to survive the KillerGM, it's not all entirely surprising. (The Druid is a male TheChick, obviously).

In a D&D game, I was a WrongGenreSavvy Bard who made up outlandish tales about how Lord Edison (my pervious character) defeated the "Terraquaza" with his bare hands, and believed that "Vampire Overlords" were trying to take over the world without realizing that one of our party members was, in fact, a vampire[[hottip:*:Well okay, she was actually something called a "Thale", which was some sort of wierd LowFantasy OurVampiresAreDifferent thing. I didn't like the setting much..

This Troper likes to take advice from Mr. Welch's infamous list. Notably, in his current D&D game, he's playing a ValleyGirl Paladin who, against all expectations, has turned out to be one of his better ideas. Not only that, but the DM has ran with the whole idea and decided that the setting has an entire guild of fashion obsessed, ditzy, airheaded female paladins.

This troper just started her first DM-session with a group of players in her school club. Our local evil genius decided to play a Dread Necromancer. He begins the campaign in a tavern riding on an undead bear chair, and when my dwarf-NPC/plot device entered the tavern and told them he was going to accompany them on their mission to make sure they weren't screwing anything up, he responded by taking the bear chair and turning it into armor around the dwarf so he could control him. He's been throwing the poor fellow through doors since.

This troper is definantly a loony. Though I've toned things down a bit for my Deadlands game, I've previously played as a wisecracking bard and a WrongGenreSavvy paladin in D&D, Nozomiu Itoshki in a Dr. Who RPG, and Tom Servo in a LARP.

This troper, having no knowledge of D&D, named his first character Keith Moon. I was a psion, too, and I once critted with Force Grasp. My character's BondOneLiner? "I find your lack of faith disturbing."

I am this in our D&D group, generally because I tend to be a smart-arse who keeps making witty jokes and says random shit for little to no reason, even after being informed by the DM that, for story purposes, everything I say, my character says. This becomes rather hilarious since I usually play half-elves with classes that have high Charisma and Diplomacy - I'm currently playing as an Argent, which is basically an empath turned up to 11 - so they keep needing me to sort out the diplomatic situations, since I'm more likely to get higher stats. So we get situations where I'm spouting random crap and, more often than not, taking the piss out of our situation and the person I;m talking to...and I still manage to convince people to do whatever. Also, as it can be a legitimate character quirk for an argent, I kept asking my DM if I could glow rainbow colours...and he said no, citing the reason that glowing could reduce our stealth. Which strikes me as odd, since my character has a genuine ability that could let me do that and he says no, yet one of the other players, who's playing as A RUNE PRIEST MINOTAUR, can glow rainbow colours instead. And does she get any penalties off stealth, despite being a glowing Minotaur? No.

This troper's D&D character has shit out a squirrel at least three times, as well as pissed the very same squirrel out once, painfully splitting his six-inch penis banana peel-style. Also, he is a halfling.

This troper (being in the same D&D group) has been on the receiving end of the loonieness. The same halfling (named Muu Wallsbane) decided to go into a pub while the remainder of the party tried to find a quest. He proceeded to get roaring drunk. Meanwhile, an Ice Mephit (played by the same person) went into an underground celler, spent several turns trying to "freeze and explode" barrels of ale. The rest of the party returned to Muu with a quest involving stopping a pimp from moving into the town we were in, who decided to laugh at everything that was said, and then pull the bartender's pants down. Said bartender got mad and locked the door. My half-orc sorcerer grabbed Muu and shot the door down. The bartender followed angrily. Muu then proceeded to explain that going around pants-less was "the latest craze." He then removed his own pants. The Ice Mephit then gave up on the barrels and discovered a "voo-doo D&D board." (Our DM is a bit of a Loonie as well.) She picked up the piece representing Muu. This made the drunken halfling fly. He then had to make a "don't take a shit in terror" check, which he failed. Because of his pantsless state, this caused him to empty his bowels on my human cleric. Ah, what fun Muu has lead to.

Hi, I'm NickWa. I'm the DM for this little troupe. What my friends have failed to mention is that at one point, that half-orc sorcerer kidnapped a gnoll, and caused us to go on a two-and-a-half hour tangent to figure out why the random encounter Gnoll was part of a large horde of Gnolls that attacked (and were defeated by) the party. That Gnoll got three 1's in a row. For commiting suicide. And no, I'm not a Loonie. My [=PCs=] have never done anything that could be considered Loony. I'm just a really loose DM. Unless I want you on tracks. And I'm still loose then! IT TOOK TWO WEEKS FOR THIS PARTY TO START THE CAMPAIGN.

This troper would really disagree with that statement. The DM, is totally a loonie. The DM has made all the male characters (and my female half-orc) roll for penis size. He then added that to a stat, either strength or charisma. The most recent female character added also had to roll for cup size. Even when not DMing, he's still either a loonie or a massive idiot. We planned to fight several monsters by having Muu draw them over by smashing down a castle wall. My sorcerer was positioned on a cliff within spell range and NickWa was to position his fighters in a position to hold the monsters off while my sorcerer decimated them with spells. rather than moving to the side or behind the monsters, NickWa decided to position BOTH fighters in between the sorcerer and monsters, rendering her pretty much useless. Admittedly, I've been prone to a little loonieness myself. One of NickWa's fighters robbed and burned down an "evil" town. Since then my sorcerer has taken to randomly punching the fighter (with spiked gauntlets) and using him as a melee weapon. I have succeeded in using the fighter to kill a hydra.

Yeah, fine, he burned down a village. IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. And they really were evil, Bren MAN, you just weren't there. And it's not like you've ever critically failed at lighting something, right? Wait, no, you failed at casting Light. And almost lost your hand.

(original poster) Goddamn it. This is the exact kind of shit I have to deal with when we play. Other than the rodent-based and airborne shit, of course.

(Everyone's the center of attention on their turn, 897, The more imaginative you are, the longer your turn can be.) We don't complain when your turn takes an hour. Maybe you shouldn't play Pokemon while you play DnD. Of course, this leads to funny actions in game. (Yelling 'NO! NONONONONO!' In peaceful negotiations is hilarious.)

This troper once played a game of VampireTheMasquerade with a Fishmalk who simply uttered random babbles, and was too insane to even know his own name. Ordered by the prince to take him along, my character proceeded to lock him in the trunk of his car and leave him there for the rest of the campaign while he happily hallucinated wandering through Narnia.

This troper also once ran a D&D game with a psionic PC built around being able to cocoon living things and drain their life for extra power points. Annoyingly, this had left him with the side effect of acting "wacky". When the party needed to bluff their way past some guards, the assassin, deciding he couldn't trust the psion to not babble about eating cats, begin trying to knock the psion unconscious. Unfortunately for the assassin, the psion had a racial ability to heal nonlethal damage with power points, and decided to simply sit there and heal every blow he took. The other player had to beat his way through every single power point, including the life force the nine cocooned cats the Loonie was carrying, resulting in a good ten minutes of just smacking the unresisting psion.

This troper's RP group in college was made entirely of various flavors of this trope. He particularly fondly remembers a session of {{Maid RPG}} where he used Will (the only stat he had better than 1 in) for everything.