In a D&D group, playing barbarian. Try to listen at door, roll 1, stumble through door. Still manage to surprise the enemy and nail initiative, so I go first and take out two enemies. Bard, standing in the doorway with the cleric, looks at me and holds up his goblin grenade (we have no idea what it'll do). I scream "Noooo," but it's too late; the grenade is in the air. Room goes up in green flame, two more enemies die, and everything else in the room (including me and the the three other enemies) is on fire. Cleric does some **** and misses. I take out two more baddies, fall unconscious due to being on fire. Bard walks in and stabs the last guy for 2 damage, gets the kill. Heals me and I'm right back on my feet.
Same dungeon, not me. Monk, lawful good, is insisting that our party escorts a group of women prisoners out before continuing. Party says "**** that" and continues, while monk tries to solo the creature we rp'd around that guards the entrance (expects us to bring it a different person to eat) while escorting a young girl, her mother, and the mother's mother. Creature pops out, little girl bolts, gets grabbed by creature. Warlock's player (deepest of frenemies with the monk's player) jokes, "Rolls a 1, hits the girl". Everyone laughs, monk rolls. 1. He has three attacks, so after a round of laughter he rolls again. Hits the monster. Third roll, everyone watches with anticipation. Mother****ing 1. **** is lost, room goes crazy, then focus back for damage. First attack (against the girl) low, like 2 or 3. Second attack (against the creature) decent, 11 or 12. Third (Girl), natural 20. The rest of the group walks onto a bridge looking into the room the monk's in just in time to watch him two piece a defenseless little girl into a pile of pulp.
Since we were at the monk's house, the session ended then