I usually DM my group’s DnD sessions and am very fair/fun, but this will go down as my single greatest moment of pure evil out of rage. Our half-elf swordmage initially had a reclusive nature throughout the first many sessions and tried to be friendly to the group despite feeling weak.

I’ve got too many to count, but here are four horrid ones: Demon souls- fighting the False King and getting impaled by his soul drain attack that steals a level and THEN dying in the fight and having to restart it (I lost 5 levels initially fighting him and the souls for it weren’t cheap); Dark souls 1- getting…