I'd make a rulings comment if not for the fact that it is stated that it's 3e. A place where I have no jurisdiction. I'm just a 3.5e-boy.
No, now... now I just hunch in dread, hold my hand to my face, and grimace at the account of what it was like in...
the before-time.
Like what I recently read about the ice-pick lobotomy. BTW, I DM by the book and I have fond memories. My players know that I don't fudge anything, making victory all the more sweeter.
That one time when the ranger, in a solo session, chased after the first mate. I ruled that he wouldn't catch up by speed; it'd just be a test of endurance. He had to stop and shoot. One shot. I think that I was also taken aback because he didn't even know the guy and decided to attack him.