I'm a long time roleplayer, been poking around in dungeons since 2nd Ed. Fallen out of practice in recent years, looking to get back into RP.
One of my favourite quotes from my years of roleplaying takes place in a random 3.5 game, everyone was playing oddballs; we had a half-ogre half-dragon bruiser, some bizarre elf subtype and my Warforged Mineral Warrior Monk. It was one of those games.
I was in fact from Mechanus and on a monk pilgrimage to the material plane. I had already broken the game by having everything I owned made out of precious metals, but likewise had no concept of material value so it almost balanced out. I'm playing the fish out water role to the hilt and have just paid for a meal for my four newfound friends with my platinum and ruby sandals, when the innkeeper says:
"Change?"
"My order doesn't approve of change."