When I went to college I was still as religious as I'd been brought up, and consequently I started school missing games, then as night fell earlier and earlier, I could go to schul AND walk back in time to play D&D.

This meant I'd get into a lot of games late, after my friends already grabbed up solidly armored fighter or nimble thief, and I'd take the unwanted support role. I played a lot of clerics as a result of being religious, and not because I wanted to be religious in game too.

One night that I missed, this ridiculously drunk dude stumbled into the gaming group camped out in a French classroom, and rather than being upset or derisive, he was really into the idea. "I want to play the gorgon!" he announced in a broad ocker accent. REPEATEDLY.

So; my friends explained 2e rules, helped him roll a big human fighter ("The Gorgon") as the easiest character to play, and satisfied, The Gorgon fell into blissful slumber at the game table. My friends played through the rest of the game, and AFAIK didn't even stack dice on him.

The guy never showed up again. I occasionally wonder if a much older version occasionally plays fantasy RPGs, inspired by a drunken experience back in the 'States which he's sure he dreamed up.