You know, the real tragedy was that when Best Beloved read this post, we began reminiscing about Campaigns of Old, and we both instantly went back to the one I ran where I had to fuck with the dice to keep my first-level party from getting killed by a deer. (They were, um. Spectacularly incompetent. Seriously, by the end of the night, they were hunting cows (actual quote: "And don't give us a healthy one, either! We want the lame and infirm!"), because the deer had totally bested them. And we had all hurt ourselves from laughing so hard.)

*sigh*

We are so uncool it's just amazing, but that's nothing compared to how uncool we used to be.

threw her two-handed sword at a magical disembodied head that was flying away and I rolled double 20s so she managed to impale it through the eye.

Once, our DM was running us through that ancient three-module set of published adventures - the ones about giants? Anyway, my druid managed to throw her hammer and take out the giant leader/king guy, thus kind of ruining the big climactic fight of the second module. (Between us, Best Beloved and I also ruined the first and third modules. This is when our DM came to the conclusion that no one planned sufficiently for the two of us who didn't actually know us, and stopped using published adventures.)