In Horror RPGs, You Can Use Your Weapons
I'm not sure what else I could have done. They were pissed and nothing, NOTHING I could say would change that, so I just gave up and left. After what I'd done, I couldn't ask them to put up with any more. What did I do? Well, I wasted lots of good karma on a stupid stunt, thats what. More detail? Ok.
I was standing there hanging onto the last scraps of my tattered sanity with gritted teeth. I was going mad and I knew it. I did the only thing I had time for before the darkness totally overcame me. I nailed that slithering slimy gibbering shambling disgusting mound of poisonous tentacles to the floorboards with all but the last few of my flechet shotgun shells. Its guts splattered and splashed all over, all over me, it burned and itched and I wanted to throw up.
My end was VERY near.
I'd only managed to trap it in the room with me, blocking my only escape, but I wasn't going to let it live. The only sane thing left to me was one thought, kill it, kill it but good. I had thought about it a lot in the moments before I totally lost it, the shotgun wouldn't even come close to killing it. The shotgun would only injure it and with the flechet shells, maybe pin it to it's spot for a moment or two, before it could engulf me whole.
I didn't need to think to accomplish my goal. My last sweet free choice made in cold stark sane contemplation.
I blasted away at the gas stove next to the thing. I wasn't even sane anymore, I was obsessive about it. I deeply regret that at that last moment as the gas exploded into a gout of hot death I couldn't enjoy in that things destruction as I suffered from my own.
I'll not forget those words, that expression, the finality of it. The GM was pissed. His other players were pissed.
"I just KNEW you'd resort to violence!" he spat.
I had destroyed his story, his plan, killed his antagonist in a glorious celebration of explosive destruction. I wasn't supposed to actually use the weaponry. I was supposed to go into madness and digestion with aplomb and style... and I couldn't do it. At the last minute, I cracked and did what any sane person would do. I acted to save the world from that... thing.
They never invited me back for another game.