D&D story time.
I was running the first sesson of a new campaign. Everyone starting at level 1. We had an Elf Druid, a Half Elf ranger, a Dragonborn Sorcerer, and a Tiefling Rouge. As the party was going through introductions,
5'2 90 lb. Tiefling “I don’t like to be touched.”
6'3 250 lb. Dragonborn “I pat her on the head.”
Tiefling “I bite his hand”
Ok so you bite his hand… roll to hit
Roll 1d4 damage…?
Rolls 4 doubles to 8
Dragonborn sorcerer only has 8 hp.
Ok so you bite his hand off and he is now bleeding out.
No one has any healing pots or magic. All level 1 charactors.
Dragonborn rolls 3 on death save.
Next save Nat 1.
DM: When you arrive you see the mangled corpse of a man
Player: I roll to pay respects
DM: You roll to- okay
Player: *rolls a nat 20*
DM: … Okay. You pay your respects to the dead man so well that Zeus himself comes down from the heavens and revives the man out of respect for your respect
Context: playing Curse of Strahd. Players are in a town that the vampire couldn’t get into and pissed him off, and so clouds full of lighting with his face appeared over them and was hitting the general area with lighting.
Fighter: literally has 5 hp left “Ha! That’s right! Why don’t you come down here and fight like a man?!”
Monk: has 6 hp and no Ki left “oh no.”
Paladin: not wearing armor, has 9 hp “you didn’t.”
DM: “… so another flash of light hits the ground, and Strahd appears before you. He thanks you for the invitation.”