I took a drunk along with me in my adventures, which is never a truly good idea.
An even worse idea was to name his class 'Fodder'
Needless to say, we went underground into a cave, and me and my more competent team-mates began slaying Batmen and Rats. Eventually, we came across a cyclops.
The first thing the cyclops did was grab the poor drunkard by the leg, and procede to pulverise him while my comrades' weapons bounced ineffectually off him. A few seconds later, the cyclops had torn out the poor guys eyes and let go of him, leaving the poor guy stumbling around before shattering his legs.
We managed to slay the cyclops before the drunkard died, but he was in bad shape and we had to leave him. My remaining companions left the ruins with me, and a few steps later we were treated to a wonderfully in-depth description about how a Batman came over and tore off his arms, his broken legs, and finally his throat, leaving him a bloody, vomiting mess.
I felt really bad for leaving him there, but at least he died relatively quickly rather then just letting him lay there eyeless and stunned. Sniff.
[ May 19, 2007: Message edited by: AshleyB ]