What's the craziest "MURDERHOBO" incident you've witnessed or enacted?🅿️2  

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I was running a game where the "heroes" found some commoners in a goblin cave. One of the women was sobbing because they just killed her husband. His leg was still in the cooking pot and after they killed all the goblins. One of them took the leg said man I sure am hungry and started to eat it in front of the sobbing woman along with the other prisoners. Needless to say when they went to open the cage they feared them and were afraid to get anywhere near him. So they killed them all because they didn't want to exit the cage.

My party is so murder hobo that I (the barbarian) is the voice of reason lol

DM: "There's a guy sitting there, menac-" The player we just brought into DnD: "I attack him" DM: "You sure, man?" The player: "Yep, and I roll... a 14." DM: "Alright you kill him." The player: "Nice what do i get?" DM: "a lit grenade, asshole"

My group has had plenty "murderhobo" incidents including, but not limited to: • Our monk kamehameha-ing a hive of Waspfolk (homebrew race) • Our wizard fireballing 3 drunken men, stopping our bar fight (we have yet to forgive him) • And my barbarian killing every enemy we meet like a fatality out of Mortal Kombat (the best one being the balor I took down in three shots thanks to a holy weapon my character had, I still have it's skull to this day)

A side character named Paul was introduced as a way to spice up our party. We had multiple alignments around lawful good, and one player who was chaotic evil. After visiting the Orc capital, we were about to take a long rest. But before we could say we wanted to, the chaotic evil player said he wanted to go gamble in the casino - off-topic but a small side adventure, 10 minutes maximum. 30 minutes later, a mystical creature named Paul is rampaging the town all on their own, somehow being able to slip through shadows and travel at unimaginable speeds. By morning, the entire city guard was dead. And thus, our previous chaotic evil party member gained the idea of self-reflection. He changed to it to chaotic neutral.

In a one shot (in which we were fully told to be as chaotic as possible), I, as a sorcerer, used subtle spell to catapult an object the villain was holding directly into a crowd of his halfling employees, reducing one to 1 HP and sending the villain into a downward spiral of panic as everyone accused him of throwing it into the crowd and nearly killing someone. It was one of my greatest moments in D&D

One time our party was in an under ground cavern that was large enough to have its own massive city and river, well the party was cruising on a boat down the river towards a dye factory, that's an important detail (our DM didn't realize what he did when making it a dye factory). We were beginning to get surrounded by goblins and orcs so one of my party mates took out his Wand of Water Blast and started blasting, this wand we soon found out could hold about 100k gallons of water and could expell it in about 30 seconds. So... my party mate, noticing the enemies were coming from the dye factory, began to dump the entire 100k gallons of water towards the factory. Fun fact about dye factories, a byproduct of creating dye is.... Chlorine Gas! So, after completely destroying the dye factory in a matter of 2 seconds and considering we were in an underground cavern where there is no easy way for the chlorine gas to escape, we ended up killing roughly 300k worth of Goblins and Orcs. Not even just the big tough ones but the women and children too.

I've got a couple stories that I refer to as the "Frog with a Gun sessions". To start off, I was playing D&D 5e as a Grug Artificer with some friends, and we just entered a town. The following events then follow: Go to blacksmith because I want to make some stuff Blacksmith won't serve us because he saw me rip a (dead) guys prosthetic lung out of his body (Planning on turning it into a blowgun for the monk) I roll Intimidation Nat 20 Turns out the blacksmiths afraid of frogs, and this one is big and threatening him with a gun I make Blowlung I then have an idea Ask DM If I can make a better gun using the supplies at the blacksmiths shop Dm says yes The Frog now has two guns Decide for some god forsaken reason to shoot the blacksmith We leave town before anyone discovers what happens For the next story, it takes place in a city the session after the frog commits homicide: Minding my own business See some random child walking down the street I remember the moment I tried to dispose of a body using catapult during session 1 Intrusive thought proceed to win Me: "Hey DM, is that child between 1 to 5 pounds?" DM: Yes? A mistake has been made I then proceed to launch that child through a church window, causing the people inside to panic and start raving about the end of the world Frog is nowhere to be found Honestly, I have no idea what the fuck I was on during these sessions, but thanks to these sessions I now have a minor BBEG to throw at my players. Brunic Treebreaker, A Frog with a Gun

I played a wizard and the moment I got the wish spell I used it to create a variation of the Black Death that only him and the party were immune to

I think the most Murder Hobo thing I've done was in a pokemon campaign a few years ago. We mugged an old rich man by beating him to death with a crowbar and stealing his pokemon & money. I then bribed officer Jenny to let us go. When trying to train the pokemon, I stole it understandablely, kept trying to kill me so i traded it with a kid for a rattata. Later the kid's corpse was dropped in front of us by the pidgey. Yeah the group doesn't trust me with crowbars anymore

I've been waiting for this episode ever since I subscribed to Mr.Ripper. And now I'm content.🥰

We had a character attack us with two cheap combat droids in a Starfinder game. The Kasatha soldier immediately moved to try and kill the dude right as the GM mentioned it was clearly a 14-16-ish year old kid. Whole party just went into combat mode before I realized I had to get to the kid before the Kasatha did. He wound up missing a headshot (thankfully) and I got a chance to football tackle the kid to defuse the situation. Player got better at reading the room, but sheesh that cut it close.

One of My Murderhobo Events: Gnomgar the Barbarian, my first IRL Long Time Campaign Character, the Gnome Barbarian. He caused more death and destruction by accident or by bad decisions. He was not really evil or intentionally destructive. He was just rather simple-minded and irrational. Mostly because he had been raised by badgers. He caused four regicides, two revolutions, six deicides, eight destroyed nations, twenty fiendicides(?), countless broken relationships, and destroyed the entire universe. Two times. And yet he somehow kept surviving it all. The one I remember the most was when Gnomgar was moving through the dungeon of the mad mage, having gotten teleported by a trap. He finds himself inside a massive laboratory filled with various liquids and contraptions. Excited by the shiny baubles Gnomgar tries to mix some of the stuff he sees into something tasty. After a couple of hours and around fifteen different crimes against nature, science, cooking, and alchemy, combined, he managed to produce a single vial of bubbling prismatic fluid that smelled of raspberry and chocolate. That's when the mad mage teleports into the room with a loud boom and a dramatic maniac laughter. Gnomgar, being a gnome standing on a stool stirring a big pot, falls over as he tries to see what was making the loud noise and the ladle flips over and splatters a faceful of the prismatic fluid onto the mad wizard's face. The Mad Mage blinks for a few seconds before his body begins to shake and then he suddenly falls over stiff as a rock. Not petrified, but as if frozen in time or something similar. Gnomgar decided to not drink his attempt at 'brewery' and picked up the stiff wizard over his shoulder, curious how well he would do as a club. He would spend the following days using the mad mage as an instrument of magic blunt force trauma against all creatures and objects in the dungeon. By day ten he found a large swirling portal in a large room that seemed to shift to various locations in the material plane or the astral planes. He placed the wizard by the hole to take a piss into the portal when the stiff mad mage tilted over and fell down the hole. Gnomgar blinks as the mad mage disappears into the portal and suddenly the entire chamber and yes, the entire dungeon, begins to quiver and shake. Gnomgar jumps into the portal, hoping to not land in piss, just before the entirety of Undermountain collapses into itself, collapsing Waterdeep and a good portion of the land around it as well. Gnomgar would find himself landing in the nation of Cormyr by the Sea of Fallen Stars. The GM had hinted that the Mad Mage was the sole reason for Undermountain's existence and that without him it would not be able to sustain itself. And that the damage I had dealt while wielding him as a club would reset once the effect of the potion broke. So I discretely made a point to banish the mad mage while the portal showed one of the extraplanar realms, I think it was Hades. That was Destroyed Nation number 3. Personally, I blame the GM he always seemed to have a desire to make any result, good or bad, by Gnomgar into the highest extremes. Other Player's Murderhoboing: Once a player decided to use an experimental potion that was created using concentrated body fluids of undead creatures to poison the mead barrels of an army of giants. I had described the potion as pure undead essence that would cause any creature touching it to turn into an undead creature within a couple of moments. The party was supposed to be good aligned but they were more leaning towards chaotic stupid. Well, the first part of their plan worked. The thousand army strong of giants turned into a lumbering horde of undead monstrosities that spread out across the lands like a plague and began to spread their undeath like a plague. Because combining an experimental potion of unstable undeath with barrels of mead made by giants was not something they thought could go wrong. Mixing a potion with a substance like alcohol had caused it to turn into an undead plague virus in liquid form. It took less than five minutes for the world to turn into the Walking Dead, DnD edition after that

My friend group got all our teenage edge and degeneracy out of the way early with “The Goblin Campaign.” It went exactly as you’d think it would, but left us cleansed out for more serious games.

I’ve had a few in my time. First was when my brother, two sisters, and one friend were trapped inside a corridor by gelatinous cubes on either side and he dropped a 15 ft radius fireball… in a 10 foot wide by 20 foot long corridor. I am outside the hallway with another friend as they get engulfed in flame. My dad actually let my sister’s familiar automatically survive the fire so it could heal her. Second was an off screen massacre. I was a necromancer that and raised a Choker as a Wraith so it was very powerful. Well, when we had to go through a Kobold dungeon we were told where to find the made scientist kobold by the king. Only caveat was that region of the dungeon turned us all into Kobolds so we couldn’t bring out armor or heavy loot. Initially half of us went in, but when a Beholder insignia on a Door came alive, the rest had to join. I told my Choker to “Guard” before going in. When we came back out, several hundred Kobolds are dead, the king has dipped, and my choker is sitting on our u touched gear without a care in the world. Third time was a home brew I showed up late for. My o Lu weapon was the Tome of Voidsinging which dealt 3+2d6 damage, but had a negative modifier to use. I realized I could bypass needing to aim it by using asking up to my opponent. Wouldn’t I get caught in the explosion? Well, no because my book sowers by summoning a void fireball a few inches above the surface of the book. By putting the book against the enemy I (a) terrify both DMs (b) two-shot the BBEG (c) fully recognize my character is an Autistic Sociopath.

One that was kind of a murderhobo incident, but was never intended to be one. I was playing a warforged warlock back in 3.5, though it was more of warlock just due to class abilities, treating the abilities as built in gear rather than an actual pact with something. He's a semi-sane weapon built by a long gone empire as a weapon that had been dug up by a farmer and semi-repaired for more common labor a couple thousand years later...and was very obviously combat designed and tended to default towards things being interpreted more violently until clarified, and tended to treat other party members as his superiors and watched what they did. It was a fun RP thing until the group rogue decided to try using me to intimidate a corrupt member of the city guard while forgetting to inform my character that he was actually doing that which started outright chaos as, well, he just let the warbot off of its leash in a city. Rest of the party arrived at the meetup to see the warbot brutalizing the city guard as more guards showed up and saw a guard get blasted, and they knew that we were all associated and the bloodbath began The entire group, at that point, had been working on the objective to find a way to remove the military restrictions on my character that pushed him to follow orders. It also didn't help that he was lawful evil and built as a destructive and violent piece of work, but had never been one to actually start the fights there. The DM also learned that most of the things that he'd thought up to contain troublemakers that the small towns guards had were not as effective against a flight capable robot that could fire off blasts of eldritch energy.

I had the grave misfortune of being witness to two instances of a D&D group instigating and abetting a lynch mob. First time, it was during Rise of Tiamat, when the governor of a small town was outted for selling out people from neighboring territories to the Cult of the Dragon in exchange for his own town being spared. My Oath of Redemption Paladin wanted the governer to be arrested and sent to a court to be tried, but the group's Hexblade Warlock, played by a guy who had IRL brain damage to his frontal lobe (the part of his brain that governs impulse control) decided to instead whip a crowd of refugees into a frenzy and HANG THE MAN FROM A TREE. This after said Warlock tried to sell those refugees elephant feces with Deception checks to make them think it was food, and attempting to start fights in the refugee camp amongst the people for his own amusement. My best friend, who was DMing at the time, thought it was hilarious and it almost came to my Paladin needing to turn his weapon on innocent people being manipulated by a psychopath. I had to warn my friend above table that if he thought a lynching during an Adventurers League game (which has rules against that kind of content) was funny, I'd let the staff know so they could sort him and the player out. Worse still, that same group, which later expelled the psychotic player, eventually did another lynch mob during Descent Into Avernus, where a group of people were incited to execute a man for being a Flaming Fist collaborator after Baldur's Gate was dragged into Avernus. My character attempted to wrest the man away from the mob to ensure he could at least tell his side of the story, but she was unable to actually attack civilians (because the hypocritical DM running the game refused to let me do so even though he was perfectly fine with handing children over to devil worshipping gro*mers) to save him. I watched as the rest of the group allowed my friend to instigate a lynching. The same friend who allowed the Warlock from the Tiamat campaigh to instigate a lynching. I was eventually removed from that group citing my "inability to be pleased with the DM's attempts to accommodate my wants and needs". I say screw those people. Pretty sure there were some racial undertones to their cavalier attitudes toward lynch mobs (they were all white, I was the only minority) but either way, they were horrible human beings and I'm better off now

“The Janitor” then becomes an undead with a red/green striped shirt

I've played murderhobo only once. It was a Shadowrun campaign, I played a katana wielding orc samurai who was previously a corpo soldier. We had a quest to destroy an underground drug laboratory, and our "face" player was missing, so only left were me and a hacker character. I massacred everyone with a sword and tons of toxic gas grenades I had on me. Had a very epic fight with a monk who was lab boss' bodyguard and he killed me. The hacker character was traumatized after witnessing so much killing in half an hour

Was the clown that saved them named Chuckles?

Is it just me or do a lot of these involve a Tiefling and a Barbarian.

My Changeling Rogue once paid a dude to set up a few glyphs of warding to cast sickening radiance and wall of force in a room, then he got every major political entity in said room and activated the glyphs. I wanted to be evil for a lil bit.

6:58 that reference was golden, what a shame Brian didn't sing it lmao

I'm playing a high WIS troll rogue/Inquisitor, using oversized crossbows in a pirate themed campaign. Made myself a 1× per day cone and a 1× per day 120 ft line of 2d6+1d6 fire dmg. (My race is medium but counts as large for AC, CMB, CMD and carry weight, but I do also get bonuses to reductions on a specific large weapon every level. Ergo the light ballista sized crossbow.) There may have been a slight miscommunication and I might have shot 20 prisoners with said cone, instantly obliterating them all. Recently we had a pair of Yith alter our memories after we got attacked by some sort of undead slime, and as a result I may have also inadvertantly shot nearly all of our ships crew dead. From 78 crew to like 6. Feels kinda bad man. Now if i can just work out how to kill our cleric/paladin and make it look *"accidental."*

40 Orcs Vs my party of 5, I'm the healer (druid), after most of the party are battered to their last legs I challenge the orc captain to a one on one duel lets say no matter the number of orcs.... Earth Tremor spam is effective. Also had to keep casting cure wounds on the bard as he sure did have 13 total hp so I downed him every turn

Idk if it counts but in a one shot today I brought back a character I’ve used in multiple others. Thing is he’s really dumb, too dumb to be affected by fear, charm, etc. he wields a monkey wrench that on a failed throw, they permanently lose 1d4 int score. After most of the one shot, at lvl 7, DM says the lord gave us each one legendary piece of gear from the treasury. *hint* they don’t matter. Well he throws a tarrasque at us. I roll first in initiative, climb the tarrasque, he uses the fear thing, reminded im immune, queue dm panic. I scamper to its head, smack it with the wrench. It rolls a 5, for a non nat 1. (-4 int mod) I roll the d4, it’s a 4. Takes it down to -1 int. That’s not physically allowed, that means the tarrasque is dead. One shotted by a level 7 with brain damage.

Anybody else distracted by the skyrim BGM during the ad read?

Had a session where dm had some pirates we needed to get passage from were being confrontational. I wasn't sure why, but I just felt like he was going to start a fight so I took my gunslinger character and said I would shoot a dragons breath bullet at the pirate we were talking to. He survived barely as initiative was rolled.

I was crewing a LARP once where the party was investigating smugglers who were bringing cheap and poorly made french weapons into England, and selling them as though they were proper english made weapons. Well, the fantasy equivalents of England and France, but you get the idea. Anyway, after a few various encounters, they find a village where the smugglers have been operating. How do they find the smugglers? They didn't, they just started killing villagers that they could see. Due to the nature of LARP, only a few villagers could be seen at any time, but they did make a point of breaking down doors to buildings and killing everyone inside. This to clarify, was supposed to be a good characters only system, where everyone has registered positions in guilds and all carry identification. So you'd think that violently slaughtering a village might have consequences, but it turns out the local lord had declared the village outlaws after finding out what happened, so the players were safe.

PANR has tuned in.

Good v.s Evil campaign. I played the "Evil" Ledar " I helped some places that had not given me up. The "Good party" punished towns who helped me. They raised entire towns to "punish me " the !"Good guys " did more evil then My party did . My party where the Bad Guys . "

Not mine but friends first dnd run. Crit failed attacking enemy. Dm decided that Wizard has to roll for Dodge roll. Another crit fail. Dm decided it would be funny to see If the attack crits on Wizard. Nat 20. 3d12. MAX DAMAGE. They were lvl 3. Instant death. After fight, Barbaran asked warlock to turn the head into shrunken skull. Proceeds to cut the head off. Wizard had some resurrection spell scroll. They ressed the body and barbarian now had living shrunken skull and Wizard had trauma added to his personality when ever he spoke and skull copied all words perfectly.

We had 2 oxymoron characters A cleric tiefling who followed the holy word And a psycho murder hobo Aasimar (me) I wanted to stick my tomahawks into every NPC that crossed us, my team wouldn't let me. Keep it cool, they said. Then, I went wild, everyone kept rolling STR checks to hold me back (1,6,9,11) and I was stronger in my rage (19,17,18,21) I broke free and tore through the fleeing enemies... well, the unlucky ones

DMs, don't make hivemind, teleporting guards. It's dumb, lazy, and more importantly, it's REALLY DUMB. It reinforces the idea that nothing matters and when nothing matters, you get murderhobos.

They turned Ten Towns into Nine Towns because they murdered the *entire town* of Dougan's Hole in Rime of The Frostmaiden... I don't even remember the reasoning behind it.

Everyone being a warforged terminators in a one shot. Except i was a witness while the group basically to go full terminators that spared no one.... dm was pissed, i was but a humble priest yet in this cause i couldn't forgive the group😢

So, based on D&D rules. I'm a murderhobo in most video games.

I'm usually VEEEEEEEEEEEERY picky about the games I participate in, so the worst case I can remember isn't actually as over the top as some I've heard. I was playing an aasimar traceur (homebrew class that's a bit like a rogue and a monk mashed in one), the others were a life cleric eladrin, an arcane trickster tiefling rogue, and two elven brothers, one is a paladin (I think vengeance?) and the other a sorcerer (no idea what subclass). first session comes around. My character is chaotic/good, the cleric is lawful/good, the rogue is chaotic/neutral but not an asshole nor murderous or anything, just your classic gray-morality rogue who will steal, pickpocket, etc without a 2nd thought. We're hired by a noble to investigate some magic stones that were stolen from her or something. We go after our first clue, an old woman who's a wizard of the school of illusion, who seems to have one of the 8 stones that were stolen and is getting ready to get out of town. We get to her right when she's leaving her home. My character and the cleric are trying to talk to the woman in a friendly manner, we don't know for a fact yet if she has the stones, but we believe she does. She's kinda defenseless against us (lvl 5 party and she's not a high lvl wizard, and only knows utility illusion spells, and is alone), so she's trying to talk her way out of it. But then the Dinamic Duo of paladin and sorcerer decide they will intimidate her and get really violent with her, threatening her and stuff. Me, cleric and rogue try to hold them back. The only reason they didn't get physical was because my character was a unarmed combat/grapple build, disarmed and locked the paladin down. We spend more time arguing against each other, both in-game and out of character, as we don't want to get violent with this old lady, we just want the stone and any information she can give. Things almost got out of hand (my good-aligned folk hero and the good-aligned cleric who helped war refugees as a volunteer wouldn't allow two assholes to just kill an old lady unopposed, sorry *shrug*), but in the end my character and the cleric managed to convince the two of them to back off and go wait outside, so we could talk alone to the old woman. She thanked us, gave us the stone and explained we should be careful with the woman who hired us (my character already knew that, since she was forced to work for that noble, and she made it very clear she hated her). The DM was trying to set up this big conspiracy thing where this noble was going to use the stones for something terrible that we never found out, cuz every other session me, cleric and rogue would try to act as decent human beings while paladin and sorcerer wanted to intimidate and kill their way through everything... I don't remember much about the sorcerer, but the paladin was very much the "edgy vengeance paladin" archetype. DM was even berating us for being murderhobos, despite 3 out of 5 characters of the party trying everything to stop the other 2 from being assholes (which DM did recognize, but usually he would use a more general language when criticizing the actions of the Dinamic Duo). It was also bad cuz both me and cleric had -1 Charisma and the Rogue wasn't too good at it either (DEX and INT focus), in theory the both of them should've been the Faces of the party, instead we had to depend on the non-charismatic members of the team to do the talk... (it ended up working well anyways cuz my and cleric's rp was good, so we could make our points to NPCs well enough without rolling). The campaign died after 5 sessions, I think. Paladin and Sorcerer got along well with me out of game (they were both teenagers and I was 26 at the time, and very experienced with RPGs, so they looked up to me as someone who knew a lot about this stuff) but during sessions we would just constantly fight, it was like they were having a power trip on the NPCs through their characters.

I relate to the guy who's a good and fair dungeon master and a toxic player. I'm a 'forever' DM. I.E. in my case 80% of the time. But as a player I'm a power gamer and War criminal. Not quite a murder hobo. Oh, and I always try and fail to start a cult.

A bandit crew tried to hold us up My Orc ate the leaders face before he could finish his monologue about how dead we were Chaotic neutral baby

I discovered gaming in the 70s. There have been more obnoxious and have seen a number of "evictions" and rage quits. But the top prize winner? Ok It was around 1980. Hobby shop, open table. New kid shows up. Has players handbook and dice. Claims to know how to play. So DM says roll a character we will get you in shortly. Kid makes character. So far so good. We do a few minutes of intro and he claims to have "business" tonight. Still good we travel by day. Then.... Oh then... DM asks what he "needs" to do. Not batting an eye. "I rolled crap for gold. Got enough for two handed but not armor.". Pause??? So I looking at the alley out back. For a "respectable rubbish pile", yep that is a quote. I will never forget. A respectable rubbish pile. He hid behind it waiting for a passerby that needed to pee. So he could attack them, rob them and get armor. It was surreal. He genuinely thought that was the way to play.

Not the craziest, but stupidest, probably, was fellow PC burying a surrendered enemy alive because "I have an ability that does that, lol". Letting it slide was literally an anathema for my PC (it was Pathfinder 2e and I played as a Liberator), but I just didn't really care at that point. There is also "The werewolves story" aka "How I found out that glorifying war crimes and confronting child soldiers are hard lines for me", but nessesary context for this one includes things like one of the players' families being under a direct threat in real life, so... It's super complicated and super messed up

I had some players once kill some rich adventurer NPCs and steal their slave. Then convince the slave to start an actual dumpster fire to earn his freedom. This was to hide their crimes. They killed him as he led the town's folk back to them (he failed his stealth checks). They some how passed their deception checks for "lie about stopping the criminal and get paid." 😡🤬 I sware the dice hate me and logic! Might be that my mom prays before each game that I have "fun" (an other long story involving "blessed Holy d6"). Anyway... Shenanigans and illogical dice later they walked away from the town. The secret underground city vaporized, the resulting "sink hole" swallowing the above ground town. The best part... They filled the corrupt town mayor's pockets with enough gold that his movement speed was about 1 inch an hour. Well the sink hole was expanding at about a foot an hour. The mayor was placed at just enough distance to give him time to. Either die or strip naked and run for his life leaving the gold behind....I had to give them inspiration for the plan with the mayor and insisting on actually doing the math IRL on how to accomplish it.😂❤

I'm glad I don't know any of you in real life

Please, it's "NU-CLEAR" not "NUCULAR"