So there I was, my 3rd session in the game that had about 40+ sessions worth of time put into it, and it was the final battle. So, being the pryomage with fire immunity gloves and a love for explosives, I made bombs during the down time between adventures. C -1 explosives, crappy molotav cocktails, and other, different sorts of flammable substances on me, I was set to blow up just about anything. I didn't have to worry about hurting myself either due to my fire immunity. Or so I thought....

So Steve the charismatic cleric and the goat that had Steve's charisma +1 went into town and recruited lots of volunteers for the final battle, each one named "Matt" to simplify things. No good at fighting, they would serve as fodder for the fight.

The odds seemed stacked against us, with all sorts of dragons to fight, including the boss, a mage turned Colossal Red Dragon. We had our party and our volunteer army of Matts. The Matts, Steve and his angel, and I went to the left, towards our targets: a black dragon and a copper dragon, the smallest enemy targets. My character, with alignment listed simply as "amoral," saw no problem in killing some Matts if it meant hurting the dragon some too, killing off multiple Matts with each spell blast. What I thought was my salvation was my undoing; with me within the fire spell's radius, I was lit on fire but did not take damage because of fire immunity. My explosives did not have the same sort of protection. Within a couple turns a roll was made in ill favor of me, leading to my untimely explosion and subsequent death. With all the explosives and a die roll, I not only killed myself and destroyed HALF OF THE WORLD!!

Unfortunately, it was the half without the big dragons on it.

My kill count by the end of the campaign was: 37 Matts, 1 Black Dragon, Me (Twice) and 1 Half of the world.

Way to go out with a bang.