Ah... ha ha... good times...
Ah I remember back in the days of second edition when I used to gather my friends up at my house to play. One campaign sticks out in my mind... we had tried a few campaigns by this point and they all ended in bloody death because our group kept getting into fights and splitting up (as white people in scary situations do). Well in this campaign we were stranded on a very large island with a very large castle in the middle, which we and a group of NPCs were supposed to storm, so we could kill a massive black dragon that was raising hell in the general viscinity from his fortress atop the mountain (What is with these dragons on top of mountains?). Needless to say things started off poorly. The first night we camped we were attacked by owlbears... if I remember right... (we all started at level 7 this time around because we had been too good at dieing in previous compaigns from getting hit once or twice). Well after that we all had a couple of hit points and we had lost about 5 of our 12 or so NPCs, but hey, that's the way it goes, eh? Well we rested and healed like mad and by the time the PC group left the NPCs had moved on without us and taken a different trail. Well, all except for the Druid, who was my friend Sayjo, who decided that he wanted to follow the other NPCs back before the rest of us decided not to take that route.
So the (majority of the) PCs reached the castle by following our guide NPC (the one that didn't leave) down a staircase on top late at night while the dragon was supposedly asleep. After we wandered inside for a while we came across a dark and mysterious pool of water (the bane of all D&D campaigns. Water scares the hell out of me in D&D). The water looked normal-ish enough, and the guide was leaning down to drink some, when I decided I would go ahead and get the first gulp in. Well that wasn't in the campaign to say the least, and Fro (the DM at the time) decided that he would mix things up with it a little bit. See, in the original story, the guide was supposed to drink out of it and turn into a vampire which would stalk the party as they dungeon crawled. Instead, my evil Cleric turned into the vampire (and proceeded to stalk the group around the castle, ironically eating the guide that was supposed to eat us).
After I had begun to turn while we went throughout the castle daylight kicked up outside, and when we tried to leave I took some serious damage. Noticing that I was smoking violently, the rest of my team figured out what had happened to the guide and tried to kill me. I vaporized and took off back to the center of the castle while they all left through the front and went to find the NPCs. When I reappeared I got a nice taste of angry black dragon. I didn't die, but I got some breath weapon, and I was assured that if I didn't do as I was told I would be thorougly devoured. So much for magical vampire powers eh?
Anyway, in the meantime, Sayjo was still wandering around with those NPCs. They crossed a marsh and came upon a large cave aside a hilly mountain. Upon closer inspection an angry green dragon charged out of it and began exchanging some hostil words with the NPC group. In the meantime, Sayjo decided it would be a smart idea to sneak into the back of that cave and look through the dragon's treasure (He is a druid, mind you). He found a magical horn (I can't think of what it is called, the kind you blow that has a 1 in 20-(the number of times you use it) chance of blowing up in your face whenever you use it.) Well when the dragon started back into the cave he noticed Josh(Sayjo) leaving, and when he started after Josh, Josh instinctively whipped out that horn and fired it into the cave, causing a massive avalance and stunning the dragon. How long? Long enough for Josh to take off over a hill and hide in a deep forest before his NPC companions were wiped off of the face of the island. Good job Josh.
Meanwhile I had escaped the black dragon's patrols and taken off back into one of the old teasure rooms in the castle. As it was litered with bones, and I was an evil cleric, I rose about 6 skeletons and told them to watch the door, attacking any thing that came through it, as a distraction for that black dragon. When night fell I just took off in vapor form and flew off looking for my friends. The same night, to my shagrin, those friends went *back* to the castle looking for the treasure they had missed out on the first time around. Needless to say... the first door they opened, they got jumped mercilessly by my skeletons. -_-' They didn't get killed or anything, but that sure shook them up and shaved off a few hit points. Needless to say I was laughing my ass off from across the room that we were playing in.
Back to Josh! The adventures of the poor misguided level 7 druid. Josh was still in that forest at this point, trying to find his way towards that castle so that he could meet up with the rest of us, or what was left of us. Monkeys were giving him a hard time, screaming at him and whatnot, because he was banging on stuff trying to get through the forest. He screamed back at one of the chimpanzees so I told the DM it would be pretty funny of the chimp just jumped him for smacking his tree. And so he did. The chimpanzee, which could not have survived a single solid blow from Josh's staff, and only did somewhere around 1d3 or 1d3+1 damage, requiring a roll of over 16 to hit Josh's character, almost won the fight. That was the most hilarious, ridiculous battle I have ever seen in my history of D&D gameplay. Josh only rolled higher than a 4 once in that entire fight, and once he did, he killed the chimp. He rolled more than 8 times before he rolled anything other than a 1, 2, 3, or 4. He only needed a 5 to hit. The monkey on the other hand rolled 3 20s, a few 17s, and some 18s and 19s. Josh came out of this with 4 hit points left out of about 36. We still don't let him forget that fight to this day.
Well to wrap things up because I'm going on too long here, one of the PCs (Scott) who hated my character for becoming a vampire fell to my vampire's fang when I returned to the castle, another friend (Will) was eaten by mushroom people, I flew off trying to escape the castle and was eaten by a giant acid throwing water monster over the ocean, and Josh wandered away from a camp we all set up after we regrouped for the first time (before we all started dieing) and was destroyed by an armvourax.
All in all I'd say the the campaign was a success, wouldn't you?