The last Dungeon World one shot that I GMed ended with my single player’s Spellslinger at the receiving end of a demonic hit woman’s explosive mid-air pistol whipping. He greeted taxi chauffeur Death underneath Yggdrasil (they were both standing on the sky) with a great big WTF, but he rolled a natural 12 so Death just gave him a nod and sent him on his way.
And then he woke up in the middle of the London Blitz.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m GMing this game wrong.
No, it sounds like you’re doing it right to me!
Yeah, that sounds pretty perfect! I bloody love that the mechanics of this game don’t limit the story one bit; I’ve not even once come across a situation where someone’s wanted to do something cool and we’ve had to do something different because the rules didn’t cater to it.
If you’re GMing this game wrong, then I don’t want to see it GMed right. That’s awesome!
Yep. Sounds great to me, in the most gonzo fantasy tradition.
Not gonzo enough if arriving in London!
It’s only wrong because I’m not one of the players.