Overhearing a game being played last night was possibly the worst ever. Our FLGS owner has decided to, as a joke, whore himself out as a DM. If you want to, you can hire him for $10 an hour of RP. Haha, funny. Then a group took him up on it for D&D 3.5. I will not get into the caliber of these people, due to me not really knowing them, suffice to say one was wearing a hat with furry ears on it, and another one has http://nyan.cat running for about 30 minutes straight.

The main character of the group is a level 9 cleric?/something? with the saint and deathless templates attached to him, with every single vow. After a trap the DM set up, which was 8 finger sized holes in a wall, the main character lost all his fingers. OH NOES! They found the information regarding price of saint finger bones as $2000 each. They are going to now farm him for his finger bones, buying a $2700 cost Regeneration spell to replace them. Then they found out that saint thighbones are $30k. And began carving his legs off.

The player? He was not only ok with this, he actively was explaining how to expedite the procedure and rake in more cash. What vow of poverty?

Another character, earlier in the game, was low on cash, and decided to whore himself out for money. The DM, in order to teach him that this is a bad idea, then had each of the other players role play out an encounter as a client for the whore. Everything from ettercaps to a storm giant was used, and disgusting ideas and scenarios kept flying. After everyone was finished, the guy said "Well, damn, that didn't get me much cash. I go do it again."

Hours later, their session was over, and our FLGS owner was $60 richer. He immediately went and spent it on booze, and we laughed at him.