I loved the redubbed chick tracts. Hillarity always ensued when I read those

They're so evil that they're almost a parody. Still, the art was good.

They can become "learning experience" about the mindset of the people writing them.

I counter this with: http://memearchive.net/memerial.net.....ice-giants.jpg

I still occasionally get handed things like this, that is more than a little worrying in itself.

because everyone goes out and hangs themselves when their beloved D&D character dies...

My old DM made it a point of personal pride to kill off at LEAST half the party every single game. it couldn't be a cheesy death either. he had to Work at it.
and, as all good players should, we the player attempted to break his game while staying within the rules to the letter... and bending the rest of the rules as far as we could.

heck, we once had a ShadowRun game in Greyhawk, it was AWESOME

Sounds like fun gaming!

"I Have A Rock..."

or

"George... I'm Spending Rage..."
two near infamous lines from our gaming sessions.

the first has a couple of connotations, first is the old Peanuts carton where Charlie Brown gets a rock for x-mas. the second is from heinleins "The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress" and is used in the same context.

more specifically, in the second connotation: I had a level 6 Dwarven Cleric of Gond The Wonderbringer (it was a really weird group with a very open selection) that used dual magic flintlocks. we were holed up in a dwarven keep half buried at the head of a box canyon, and one million kobalds attacking us in the canyon below. so, I talked to a local druid and asked for a scroll of 'teleport any object' up to 5 tons upto 5 miles.
I had the dwarven defenders chisel me out a 5 ton round rock, and coated it with 'oil of slipperiness' and hit it with a 'Daylight' spell (so there wouldn't be any shadow)
the DM gave all this to me, and asked me WTF I was planning on doing with it... I slowly turned to look at him and said "I Have A Rock..."
THAT's when he got it.

do the ballistics, and you can ignore terminal velocity because with the oil of slipperiness there was no friction. 32 feet per second second squared for five miles.
it was Nowhere near as big as Hiroshima, but I DID make a mushroom cloud in a medieval game =^.^=
the kobalds suffered 90% casualties, and needless to say their moral broke and they ran away... and every defender in the keep, including the party, gained 100 levels Instantly.

the party quit the game because they had spent 3 gaming sessions preparing their defenses, and this was my first game this campaign (because I had been out on the road for the last two weeks)

The Dwarf Lord came down and asked me to join the Pantheon of gods. The Wonderbringer came down and gave me a handshake and a pat on the back. it was awesome.