I was forbidden from ever having an idea again
I was playing satyr bard who had alcohol as their deity. He was the most charismatic character there ever was.
Me (ooc): If i go into the cafeteria and sing a song, will you let me crit success this next roll?
DM: I know you will do something fantastically bullshit if I let you. But, I’ll allow it.
I then proceed to sing Trogdar the Burninator at the top of my lungs.
DM: Stop that!
I don’t listen.
DM: You succeed!
DM: This is the last verse dammit!
I finish the verse and proceed to the next.
DM: I swear to god, if you sing another word you will crit fail!
I finish the song.
DM: I hate you, I just want you to know that. Ok, what did Chuck just succeed at?
Me: I sing at a pitch that vibrates the lock to the point where it unlocks itself.