We’re playing a quick game wherein all the players in the group decided the powers of the other players while they’re out of the room. There’s a wizard who’s only ability is to cast spells using two word combinations, and he can never use the same combination twice. The players wind up at house together, waiting for someone to tell them why they were gathered there.
DM: After hours you finally crack the code of the basement computer. There is an email waiting. It reads: I’ll be there soon. My flight in is running late, but in an hour I’ll be there to explain.
[the party moves upstairs.]
Wizard: This is taking too long. I wanna know right now. “Summon Plane.”
DM: W-what? It was only an hour, I… okay. You hear a loud rumbling. You step outside the house and see that a rapidly moving jumbo jet is beginning it’s descent down the road. It’s wings smash into house along the road destroying them and the plane itself lights on fire as it barrels down the street towards you.
Warrior: I jump on the plane and push it’s nose down to stop it.
DM: Well you’ve killed the pilots. But the plane is stopped. However, it’s still on fire and there are still people inside.
[The party rescues as many as possible and the woman they’re waiting for, as she beings to lecture them on stupid decisions the wizard speaks up.]
Wizard: You know what screw that. “Begin Armageddon.”
[Everyone including the DM stares slack-jawed for a moment.]
DM: In the other room the tv snaps on, Armageddon begins to play.
Wizard: Whaaat? I’m outta here. “Escape House.”
DM: Fine. You snap into existence somewhere else. It is pitch black and you are in a confined area. You hear glubbing noises. When you try to move you hear chains rattle. You are in a coffin chained shut sinking into the ocean. Now shut up.