Not necessarily my character, right? There are so many memorable deaths. I think I'll go with a fairly recent one. Tom was GM'ing Tunnels & Trolls at InConTroll, and we had been really taking a beating getting through his damn swamp. When we ran into a really ill-tempered (or at least hungry) giant frog that gulped down one of the party in the first round, the decision to flee wasn't hard. I think the wretched beast may have taken down another delver while we were running (or swimming - Tom is a bastard), but I'm not sure. There were an awful lot of casualties that day. Anyway, we're staying ahead of it, even gaining a little ground, when Trevor the Wolf Troll (no, I don't know what that is either) turns around and announces that he's going to try to communicate with the frog.
Yeah, well. At least the rest of us got away.
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