I have another, it actually happened fairly recently(few days ago) and it's kinda autistic maybe but I think it will stick with me for a long time so I might as well share it.
I was playing AoD and made a talker/scholar type of a character. I put all my points into intellect, charisma and perception and completely ignored my combat stats and skills. Now for those of you who never played it, the combat in AoD is fairly hard and unforgiving, certain combat challenges are best ignored even by combat speced characters and so for my guy the idea of engaging in any sort of direct violence was completely off limit.
So I was my non combat stuff, solving political problems, learning about the past from various long lost artifacts and stuff like that.
In my travels and adventures I came across two items.
A hereditary heirloom finely crafted dagger that I was gifted by a merchant for saving him from a bunch of thugs by pretending to be a hardened killer even though I could barely swap a fly.(speech skills OP) The dagger, thanks to the superior craftsmanship, had bonuses to damage and hit chance. It even had a unique icon!
The second item was an exquisite set of armour. Crafted long ago by the finest blacksmiths from the finest steel it was gifted to a promising general who had enough courtesy to leave it in his tomb so I could collect it from there.
Now my character didn't particularly need to wear these items because I could have just talked my way through the game without getting into combat once but since I'm a dress-up fag and by that point in the game my character was employed by the most powerful noble of the area I decided to dress him in the armour and arm him with the dagger. After all heirlooms of old are a more fitting apparel for a knight-diplomat than some gay robes most of the talker NPCs are dressed in.
Then I passed the arena.
The arena is the centerpiece of most of my combat and hybrid runs, it's standard setter: if my build can't kill everyone in there and become the new champion it's not a good build and I usually discard it. But, given that they would get gutted as soon as they stepped in, I never gave it any attention to it on my talker runs, until now.
As I was standing in front of the arena master I realized that my gear might give me the edge in a fight or two and decided to give it a try.
Soon I was standing in front of my first opponent; a thief, or better a would be thief - guy stole some things without the permission of the local thieves guild and ended up having to fight for his life in the arena.
He was dressed in rags and his wiry hands were grasping a generic iron dagger.
And so we fought, the biggest pansy in the world versus a street lowlife. Were we naked he would have killed me in a round or two. But we weren't, I was wearing steel while he was in rotten cloths.
The poor fucker didn't deal any dmg to me, his repeated dagger strikes were completely nulled by my armour. My character was only hitting about 1 in 3 attacks but given the quality of my dagger and the complete lack of protection on the other guy I was slowly killing him.
I'm not sure what this next bit says about my character but; I just started laughing. Like genuinely laughing, not a slight smirk or a short giggle but a real loud laugh that sounded through my flat. I have rarely laughed that much thanks to a single player video game.
It was hilarious, a character with the lowest possible strength, dexterity, and constitution winning a fight. He was weak, clumsy and would probably squeal in pain if you jokingly punched him in the shoulder and yet, the pleb lowlife was soon lying dead at his feet.
I even made a screenshot of the conquest.
I died in the next fight because the second guy had a large hammer and, given my low block rating and no helmet, decided to two-shot me by hitting me in the head with the hammer, but whatever, the thief is dead and that's all that matters.