Poorly times damning
Context: It’s a family campaign playing as a family unit, with my mom as a human cleric, my sister as a dampyr warlock, and myself as a aasimar ranger; (yeah, i know, it’s weird) with my step-brother as a dm. We were in the Death House in a Curse of Strahd campaign, and very, very frustrated. My sister finally said, “We just pat down all the walls.” And this happened.
DM: Okay, so you return the nursery room on the third floor, and in your frustration, [Warlock], you punch through the mirror, and reveal a set of stairs leading upwards.
Cleric: Are you serious…
Ranger, OOC: Oh, son of a bitch. I’m going up these stairs, stomping, testing god’s will to see if these things break-
DM: They’re stone steps.
Ranger, OOC: Whatever.
DM: So, you come into a room with two cradles, a doll house, and two doors. There is also a painting of Rose and Thorn above the cradles.
Ranger, OOC: I inspect the cradles.
DM: They have the remains of Rose and Thorn.
Ranger: *starts shaking the cradles furiously* GOD DAMN IT! GOD DAMN IT!
Warlock: Hey, if you’re an aasimar, why are you saying god’s name in vain?
Ranger: I’m actually calling on my god to damn these children.
Cleric: That’s really messed up!
DM: You hear a snapping sound, and suddenly Rose and Thorn appear in the room.
Ranger: Oh, shit…
[Laughter from around the table]