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Trust me guys, I didn't come up with this.
I got this from a website recounting pen-n-paper RPG stories.
Unfortunately, no names were attributed.


Not the DM here.  Here, I became rules-lawyer, destroyer of campaigns.

Fun fact: In 5e (fifth edition), a goat costs 1 GP.

After a nice, low-level adventure, the party earned 200 GP each. Unlike a normal person, buying a magic smithing stick, I hired four goat-herders and 100 goats. I then started selling cheese.

We were supposed to look for a missing king. After I recruited the other players, we started establishing a monopoly on goats and goat cheese. We hired more men, bought more goats. After our cheese vault was robbed, we set up a sting operation to catch the thieves.

The DM grew less and less subtle with his nudging the party back on track.  We ignored him.  And the goat empire grew, and grew, and grew.

At that point, the DM decided, F*** it, and ended the campaign.  He was pretty pissed.
Up is down, left is right and sideways is straight ahead. - Cord "Circle of Iron", 1978 (written by Bruce Lee and James Coburn... really...)
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