Saturday's Pathfinder

You have to understand that the campaign started out with us visiting a halfling swamp hermit, making a ridiculous amount of OOC comments about him growing weed, then administering first aid to him while noticing the strange distortions in his face ("what's wrong with your face?" - the actual hermit had been replaced by an extraplanar shapechanger).

So when we found a cabin with a nice old lady offering hospitality, we didn't immediately accept her hospitality nor immediately attack. Instead, we spent 5 minutes out of character discussing how she might be made out of fungus and what sort of horrible things she was planning to do to us. Then the inquisitor promptly tried to detect whether she was evil rather than saying hello. Then the game-master revealed that she was Chaotic Evil, and in fact a witchfire, a sort of undead hag or witch. This is what set off the comments about Witchfire sounding like a mid-90s comic book character, about her being a green hag ("what sorta green is she growing? Is she offering brownies?"), about her being a fungal witch, about whether she weighed as much as a duck, and about our tendency to randomly harsh hermits in the wilderness ("what's wrong with your face?").

This is only kindasorta funny now. But it was hilarious at midnight, after hours of gaming including

• a fight the monk can never brag about (a huge oni ninja opponent went to gaseous form after our cleric/bard made her drop her weapon, and our invisible sorcerer swiped it - "uh, so you did 54 points of damage to the air in one round? Yeah, sure, buddy...")
  
• treant related puns
  
• the massive failure of an inquisitor with a high Diplomacy skill to act even remotely diplomatic at an Inuit village
  
• discussing the complete illogic of white dragons ("a frost based breath weapon, very effective against animals evolved to live with severe cold")
  
• suggesting refurbishing an old abandoned cabin to be more thematically appropriate to the setting (spatter bloodstains liberally around the room, place an ominous mold patch in one corner, stick 100 gp in a bag under the floorboards, leave some cryptic notes on parchment and move along)

After about 15 minutes of everyone laughing hysterically in between dumb comments, the gamemaster decided that yeah, really, she was always going to attack us, so it may as well happen now and get it done and over with. That's when we had the epic 45 minute long fight that kept me up late.