Land Crab
The monster that we had to be during a session of Live Role-Playing.
This involved us waiting for an hour in a damp cave for the bold party of adventurers, being restricted to a naff sideways movement, and having five lads with wooden swords twat you long after your Hit Points had technically disappeared.
Another reason to hate role-playing scum.
written by Ch*is *arre*, approved by Log

Jon Dale was discovered furiously knocking one out over a pencil drawing of an "Elven Cheerleader" in a bedraggled copy of White Dwarf magazine. We never played "Blood Bowl" again.
written by Ni*k *unt, approved by Phil