A Series of Very Unfortunate Events
Context: Our Dragonkin wizard, Werebear Fighter, and Elf bard had hitched a ride with a cloud giant in his floating tower on the way to a large city. A dragon worshipping cult arrived, to witch the Dragonkin convinced them he was the god of dragons reincarnated. The leader wanted proof and a gift of some kind.
Werebear (ooc): Oh we got apples from that guy back in town. Weren’t there seven apples? And seven cultists?
Dragonkin: Oh yeah, good idea. So I tell the cultists that I’ll bestow my power on them through these apples.
(The cultists believe the lie and eat the apples, flying off on their giant vultures except for the leader, who is standing on the edge of the clouds)
DM: You see the leader eat the apple and slump over falling off the clouds.
(All of us question this)
DM: the other cultists all slump off their vultures and fall far down the ground. You check the bag of apples to find a note at the bottom saying the apples can help you fall asleep if you need.
(Cue all of us dissolving into shocked laughter as we realize we had accidentally murdered 7 pacified cultists. The DM later explained that the whole situation had been a massive coincidence, as the apples had been a random number he picked and the 7 cultists had been rolled for at random.)