The Barkeeper asked why we carried weapons on us in the bar. I said "Mimics". The Barkeeper laughed, the party laughed, the table laughed, we killed the table. It was a good time.

Skenk Mcgank is a beautifully evil character. He is an inspiration.

Point of contention, Mimics are listed as "neutral" not "evil." and I suspect their diet is not limited to adventurers. You live in a dungeon as an ambush predator, you can't be particular about the things you eat.

Once played a character who was raised by an enormous sapient mimic that took the form of an orphanage. The mimic was genuinely altruistic and cared for the kids (think Danny the Street from Doom Patrol), only eating with a mouth in the basement of a nearby butcher shop that a couple of the orphans who grew up there ran for that purpose of feeding them. For the sake of privacy and trying to minimize the freakiness of living inside a sapient creature, they'd only see and speak from statues, busts, paintings, and other stuff with a clearly recognizable face. Unless there was an emergency of course. Once someone broke in to kidnap a kid, tentacles formed from the walls and floor to beat the guy senseless then spit him out the window. All the orphans helped keep the mimic a secret, since if word got out it would probably lead to people assuming the mimic was eating kids, followed by adventurers showing up to kill the 'monster'.

The person who designed their chest to look suspiciously like a mimic so no one would steal their shot had the right idea

My wizard found a "baby" mimic. Decided to raise it as my familiar, which turned out to be a lot of trouble. But eventually, I had a handbag that contained my spellbook, gold, and other small valuable trinkets that would bite the hand off of anyone who reached in who didn't smell like lavender. Yes, my wizard would use Presti to flavor her hand to bypass the mimic defenses. Sigh...I miss Bitey.

Skenk Mcganc is quick becoming the final boss of a D&D campaign. Murderer of innocents and downtrodden heroes, backstabber of friends, a necromancer with an army of undead, and now an army of mimics.

Mimics only add one thing to dnd in vanilla, scaring all players into thinking every chest is a mimic. But having you're big evil boss's army have speedily buildable war machines and bridges that is cool. They could even set up a bunch of mimics as grass and earth so when the first wave comes they are devoured by the very earth under their feet

I love the blink-and-you-miss-it Coin Mimic Skenk is holding

The chest is an interesting idea. Make it look like a badly disguised mimic to ward off low-level adventurers and keep the goods safe.

Adventurer: If you're a mimic, you HAVE to tell me if I ask. Chest: There's no law that says that! . . . wait. Ah, sh*t.

Some dude :Oh damn. The front wheel of my cart broke. McGenk: Animate dead can solve this

Remember, mimics can impersonate so many things! Coffins! Wardrobes! Outhouses! Bookshelves! Shoes! Bathtubs! Outhouses! First aid kits! Bags of marbles! Sinks! Outhouses! Buckets! Outhouses!

a magical trinket shop was selling a hat that could transform into any hat on command. He claimed it was a transmuting hat, but detect magic did not register any magic on the hat at all, and yet it did transform. The merchant offered the players one common magical item or magical trinket of their choice from his shop in exchange for running the tailor out of business. The ranger picked the hat. Over the next week the Ranger noticed his packed rations going missing, and even after a zone of truth no one fessed up to eating them. They camped every night in a tiny hut, so they knew it wasn’t some animal sneaking in. The ranger figured it out, and began feeding the hat directly, it kept it a secret from the other players.

"I'm going to seduce the chest." "Ok... On your way to seducing the chest, you're grappled by the cabinet who likes to shout their name."

One of the more fun characters I've played in DnD was a 'mimic' character named "Chest". He was a treasure chest. Who sprouted arms and legs to move. Circle of the Lands druid, so he had some shapeshifting, and the Faceless background so he could turn into his alter ego: "Crate". Yes, it worked _exactly_ how you think it did. His backstory was basically he lived in a dungeon for a while, kept seeing it get looted by adventurers and his buddies getting killed repeatedly. His take: "Okay, _clearly_ these adventurers know what's up, I'mma go join them instead." So, he made his way into town and registered as an adventurer. Then he found out "Oh hey, If I do this 'adventuring' stuff I get lots of gold and can use that to buy meat/food. Awesome."

Make a deal with a group of mimics. Pretend to be a merchant. Travel where bandits are, mimics pretend to be boxes and creates...get paid to kill bandits, mimics eat. Bandits are dead

I ran a game where the pc's found an abandoned fishing village, only to later to witness benches, tables, anvils and drawers all meet in the square to discuss living there and raising more babies. The babies were disguised as envelopes and coin purses. It was a delight watching my players sweat bullets trying to avoid just about everything in the town.

I can't believe how nobody is talking about the death of Norp. He was too beautiful and trusting for this world. I'm hope he and Billy are having fun in whatever plane of existence they got sent to.

Someone at my table is playing a wizard who has a mimic spellbook. Lots of fun shenanigans

Oh, that Mimic Bridge is going on all of my random encounter tables for the rest of time.

Damn. The idea of the whole town of mimics... It's horrifying.

One of my best moments was having the party work for a shady guy at an inn in the middle of nowhere: for their final job, they stole an artifact from a convoy, and brought it back to the inn, where it would be sent to places unknown. Just as they were leaving, an angry young dragon landed right in front of the inn, intent on getting his artifact back by smashing the whole thing. Then the inn bit the dragon by the neck, and snapped it, with a sickening crunch. The party started running, and never looked back.

a whole city made of mimic?? now that is nightmare fuel

I once ran a mimic that impersonated an entire horse-drawn carriage, driver and all. Super fun.

I once played a mimic pretending to be an anime girl. The “girl” looked oddly wooden and doll-like. Technically the cloak “she” was wearing was the mimic’s actual body with red button eyes, and the “girl” was its shapeshifted tongue. It was incredibly creepy and didn’t understand the concept of morality so it ate people a lot.

We had a 5e Spelljammer game with very strong Pratchettean/Red Dwarf vibes. We came across a group of sentient mimics, and adopted them mostly by accident. I think our non-verbal warforged cleric convinced them to be friendly by donating a few rolls of toilet paper to the chest, and we sent them redshirts every now and then to keep them satisfied once they joined the crew. Eventually it was discovered that this universe's mimics are constructed from sapient pearwood, which happened to be what we wanted to build a new, more powerful, ship from. One of them volunteered to become the "ship's computer", getting a sex-change in the process. It made sense at the time, but it seems a bit weird in hindsight.

People always suspect the chest, but no one ever prematurely stabs a door… great way to stop adventurers from even entering a treasure room!

Our DM had made several stores for the party to go and purchase items at. One of them was a magic items shop. Upon entry, nobody is at the counter, a chest is at the side of the counter, and there are dozens upon dozens of items strewn about the store, swords, armor, shields, tankards, scrolls. You name it. Our warlock investigates the counter,, attempting to find some service while the party starts examining. The Warlock goes behind the counter until a sharp 'Stay on the other side, Please' - and a big THUD of the Chest jumping and landing on the counter. The Warlock screams, the Chest screams, we rush forward, screaming. - And we discover that the owner of the store is a Mimic, of whom is very friendly and is happy to do trade with the Party. . . And then we come to realize that every single item in the store is a Mimic. The Armor, Mimic. The Weapons, Mimics. The Scrolls -(Were scrolls)-. We ended up buying a Great Club, named Billy. A Morningstar named Crash. A Satchel named Big Lug who was a bag of Holding, but required to be fed lest he eat a stored item. Two Twinned Machetes named Hack and Slash. A 'Wood' Shield named Gripply, Beloved twin daggers Stibbity and Stabbity, an Estoc Rapier named Quip, and a small satchel named Eggy. They ALL had unique abilities associated with them, all were sentient, and the DM said that they would progressively level up alongside us the players so long as we took care of them. The Entire Party had Mimic equipment that all willingly chose to come with the party, and we all paid a handsome price for the opportunity. Then we all devised ways to buy more later for our home. Good game...

An untold rule of mimics is that if you ask if they are a mimic, they must answer in some way.

My goblin sat on a mimic disguised as a chair. It attempted to grapple her, but due to her being a barbarian grappled it instead. The mimic thus subdued quietly replaced her backpack because that’s where all the snacks are kept.

a mimic collective, a huge air elemental, earth elemental, fire elemental and water elemental all team up. you arrive at a town in a valley by a lake with a mountain on the opposite side, the clouds look beautiful in the bright morning sun. you get to the town and as grognak steps his foot into the city limit he finds himself glued to the road. roll for initiative as the scenery comes to life to kick your ass.

* Builds massive moving bridge for undead army. * Bridge eats army as it crosses.

>The Entire town is a mimic Dear God

I honestly thought the mimic was going to be the sword.

my innkeeper is a lvl 20 druid, he's managed to convince an entire colony of mimics to act as his inn. He feeds them the people who try to start shit with him.

We had one guarding our cart,.. portable body disposal and item storage. It now mimics a suit of Armour outside the castles throne room in the town we inadvertently became rulers of after all the nobles were killed

i love how his wagon is pulled by skeleton legs

Skenk's officially reached BBEG status, we're so proud.

MIMICS CAN BE FRIEND SHAPED

ive had an idea for a while of a neutral mimic colony that runs, or more accurately is a tavern. all the staff, including the bartender are walking amorphous vaguely humanoid (to fit the guests' expectations) mimics. but the whole building and everything in it is made of mimics, down to the furniture, the dishes and silverware and anything else. which means the Furniture can change itself or rearrange at the guest's request. The colony facilitates people because gold is useful to buy food, but its favorite guests are adventurers, because it can do trade with them, giving them free services in return for bringing it the monsters they slay to feed it. the tavern can also protect itself pretty well, and any patrons who try to swindle, attack it, or make to much of a ruckus, usually aren't seen again.

This inspired me. I really love the idea of a traveling merchant that travels dangerous roads and safely does so because of the mimic they keep in the back. Any time there's danger they just BAMF out, abandoning the cart, and let the bandits' greed take care of the rest.

Blood thirsty creature: *exists* Party member: "I'm gonna make you my pet"

i love the idea of a mimic trader that sells the items its gotin from eating adventurers to others for gold or food. i just like the idea of trading with a sentient treasure chest that eats people theres something fun about that.

"You ever feel like maybe we're a little, I dunno, cartoonishly evil?" lol

Murder mystery campaign where it turns out the real murderer is the castle cuz its one giant mimic

I absolutely love Skank's bone-drawn carraige The little pitter patter of the feet I'm dying

My party adopted a miniature mimic after it accidentally trapped itself inside of their bag of holding. It was a kleptomaniac, so they kept finding extra gold in it's little nest (sometimes including their own if they didn't hide their coin pouches before sleeping).

My party befriended the mimic in the death house after the chef bard (funnily enough named Beaucephalus) gave it some food. They named it Faux Dgeorge (fake door). He's a 3rd level monk now, and also a dhampir.

You all meet in a tavern sitting at a table reserved by the quest giver Party starts making jokes about what the quest giver will look like The table laughs and says "Looks like you all are here"

Bucephalus will not permit nicknames

I love the animate dead leg wagon.

Gary Bucephalus... I had to make that joke.

One of my characters actually tamed one by biting it to assert dominance. We named him morningwood and I fed him stray cats

I had an infamous Pirate in one of my games and as my adventurers aproached him he was being attacked by a bronze Dragon. They didn't interfere with the situation because they didn't feel like being spitroasted for some criminal's sake but then when the Pirate finally lured the Dragon on his ship it was overwhelmed by the ship itself as it slowly, painfully, devoured the the giant lizard for nutrition. The Mimic ship was a fun toy for brewing in the campaign as describing its actions was somewhat creepy but with time the party grew on it and its fun banter with the Captain, where he would complain that the chewed on whale corpses where leaving a trail and it would respond by reminding him he didn't have any crewmates left for sacrifice so it would do what it pleased.

I have a shop in my homebrew world that is a mimic that became a shop table. It puppets a big breasted elf puppet to lure in adventurers and only wants gold. It sells the gear of dead adventures to get more gold.

I remember a druid in our party used to breed coin mimics and give them to beggars, guess her alignment.

Gotta love Scank Mgank. He’s like the mischievous ‘leader’ of the party making sure he slowly comes out on top.

One of my players in my last game kept talking about this backpack mimic that was essentially a magical item that just sort of stopped other creatures from stealing from you. So I had them encounter this Ethereal Filcher, which was working with a mimic to kill anyone that had magical items on them. They killed the filcher, fed the mimic with goblin bodies and after like the 5th one, I had him hork up a baby mimic like the walkers in Tremors 2. Kutz, the main mimic, was indifferent to its offspring, so the player took it and named it Herbert. It's literally his adopted son now.

I had my rogue once promising marriage to an armour stand mimic with a beautiful hanger in order to escape the mimic without a fight. I laughed so hard that I rolled with it. I also created the hanger mimic later on.

this just gave me an idea for an adventure where a giant colony of thousands of Mimics form a village and castle occupied by a figure who appears to be a classic invisible man style character, constantly wearing bandages all over his body, also sometimes appearing to be invisible, terrorising the residents of the village and drawing in parties of adventurers to be feasted on by the mimics. The final revelation is that the invisible man is not in fact an invisible man, but rather a bunch of mimics transforming into the clothes and bandages to imitate such a man, with the cases where he seemed ‘invisible’ in fact being the mimics encompassing the area, well, mimicking his voice and actions.

A mimic colony also known as how to permanently and irreparably scare your players

Idea moment. Your character carries a fancy looking bag with them. It can store stuff in it just like any other bag, except now, nobody can really steal anything from it. In other words, that new fancy bag is actually a mimic that eats anyone who tries to pick pocket it's owner.

In second edition there was a mimic called a House Hunter the small ones would be about 10' tall where the more Ancient ones would range about 30'-40' tall and are very...very scary it's also stated that they develop a hard shell that they use to look like buildings. A fun adventure idea would be a "haunted house" sort of set up when it's really something much more terrifying while the treasure of the location is in it's belly. I may have to GM the party and convince them to enter one *evil plotting*

I made a western D&D where a member of the party bought a mimic gun. Basically a mimic that ate gunpowder so the guy would feed it bullets and it would spit out the shrapnel like a normal gun. Difference was the more he bonded with it the more it would help him aim (he could get up to a +3). Now I'm making a pirate D&D.

Thanks to the sidekick rules in Tasha's Cauldron of Everything, you can (DM permitting) have a juvenile mimic as a travel companion that levels up with your group. The juvenile mimic stat block is conveniently located in Tasha's in the environmental hazards section p.167.

The fact that this Mimic has the same name as Alexander the Great's legendary horse gives me life. I was not expecting that to be the name it spoke but I am so glad it did

Interestingly, in one of our campaigns, the party did actually befriend a mimic. He now lives in the basement, serving loyally as garbage/corpse disposal. His name is Gym, and we love him very much.

The key for a successful town of mimics is twofold: 1: They can't stay in one place for long. If they do, enough people are going to go missing, and enough stories about a town that 'suddenly appeared' will start to circulate. This will inevitably attract a lot of the staby, burny attention that gets mimics killed. 2: They have to pick their prey properly. Not everything that enters you should be considered prey, since particularly strong adventurers would wipe the town, and particularly fast ones would bring back trouble that will wipe the town. They need to let a few go, unaware that something was amiss, otherwise they'll bring more trouble on themselves than it's worth. To use this encounter properly, you want to foreshadow it (the PCS recieve a tip about this town that suddenly appeared where none were before, as well as rumors about travelers and caravans going missing. When they go there, however, it's gone. Later on, after they've probably forgotten about it, have them find the town in a different spot, which they then take the time explore it), and lull the players in with a false sense of security (Don't spring the trap immediately. Instead, have the mimics and their doppleganger allies treat the party to a festival, some drinks and food, and a good night's sleep at really cheap rates. Then, have the party attacked by the building they're sleeping in during the night;). If the players are paying attention, they'll pick up on the foreshadowing, and maybe a few hints during the festival that should tip them off (An improper manerism , an eye that suddenly closed on a building you get the drift). If they notice, it's a good encounter for a mid-level party. If they don't, well, this could be a deadly one for even high-level adventurers...

love when Skenk feeds a doggie biscuit to the mimic coin. Skenk Mcgank is every Player Character I adventured with in the late 80s after they reached level 18+. "Hey, can I use (x ability/spell) with (y monster) to do an obscenely cool thing?" My old community was the Strategic Games Society at Southern Illinois University and we had a bunch of players who put theories much like Skenk's into practice.

I have this concept of an entire town that's made up entirely of, like, 20 mimics and 8 or so changelings that just keep altering their configurations to simulate different parts of the town as the adventurers or merchants or whatever travel through it. The mimics feed on the bodies, the changelings steal their possessions, and then they all pack up into a bunch of wagons and move on down the road.

OOH! I USE MIMICS IN A SIMILAR WAY IN NY GAME! There’s a town full of mimics that share a symbiotic relationship with the people in it where the people basically maintain the well being of their mimics who take the shape of houses and roads and in exchange the mimics eat any would-be invaders as well as the occasional payment in livestock. The town itself is situated in a spot of decent strategic value so there’s always someone who wants to park their army there. It has a long standing reputation of being the home of “the only truly free people.”

In the game I'm running now the party rogue rescued a baby mimic from goblins that were abusing it and it has become his buddy. The baby mimic (can become a jewelry box) turns into tools, hides his loot, and does other things for the rogue. He found it at level 2 or so, and now they're in epic levels but the mimic is still with him.

My favorite interpretation of mimics comes from Dungeon Meshi. Basically, mimics there are hermit crabs that make various objects their temporary homes.

I think a mimic colony would make a perfect setting for a horror campaign

I had a pet mimic... (after very determined effort and some excellent animal handling roles) it was like Rincewinds luggage! He carried my stuff, kept it safe from sticky fingers and I kept him fed..regularly and plentifully! Gosh i miss that ravenous little guy.

I once ran a town of mimics. town had disappearances, party went exploring. split the party only for one member to get attacked by a lightpost he was leaning on. meanwhile the others realized that cupboard in one person's house was actually part of the wall, the mimic had eaten a hole in the wall and then replaced both cupboard and wall behind it. soon it was a race as the whole town started coming to life, coins and fenceposts and wagon wheels skittering and trundling at them. mounted a grand defense in the center of town until they went rumbling off into the woods come daytime.

I once ran upon a small mimic colony that essentially adopted the job of a bridge troll. They made up the bridge towards a small city that was built into the side of a cliff, said bridge being the only way in. The mayor demanded a toll for everyone crossing it and the mimics would aid in enforcing that rule as well as keep enemies out. As payment they simply got food (more or less half of each fee would be spent on stuff for them to eat) and the privilege to devour anyone who refused to pay up.

My group is composed entirely of DMs for other games, so it can be difficult to surprise each other. So when a mimic in a tomb we explored for a one shot offered to spare our underleveled lives if we cpuld make a deal with him, we were shocked. My wizard convinced the mimic he'd bring people and/or game in every week for it to eat *and* give it a snack (his arm) for it to eat right now in exchange for access to the library of the wizard who made the tomb. Now the mimic is his familiar and people and pets go missing from time to time.

So funny story. Mimics capable of speech, rational thought and bargaining are actually called Common Mimics, because they are, as the name suggests, the most common members of their species, having been cultivated by wizards and what-have-you to guard their shit, although the exact origins of the Mimic as a species have been lost to the ages, although old lore suggests that Mimics have a common origin based on their language and dialect having developed over time based on traceable patterns similar to human language. However, because they usually don't have much cause to leave whatever dungeon or cavern they live in because there's usually enough bugs, rats, and stray adventurers for them to survive, and they're usually in some kind of contract, magical or otherwise, to stay in that area, ecounters with these intelligent Mimics are decisively rare. The other type, sometimes referred to as Lesser Mimics or Feral Mimics, are basically mutants with the intelligence of a wild animal; they can't speak, be reasoned with, or even really trained, but they also tend to be the Mimics that will be most frequently encountered as they are pushed out of their natural hunting grounds by their older and smarter brethren, and are generally the only type of Mimic you will encounter on the surface. This is ironic given that both varieties of Mimic dislike the bright light of the surface, but the Lesser Mimic is so compelled by its instincts that it will take its chances on the surface rather than wait patiently in a dungeon for a light snack in between adventuring parties. A rule of thumb by the way is that while you might be able to bargain with a Common Mimic, and they are typically good conversationalists, they will still try to eat you if they are hungry and you leave yourself vulnerable. In all due likelihood, the generally welcoming personality of the Common Mimic was probably cultivated to keep their masters entertained, while also making intruders more likely to let their guard down.

Actually had a fun idea to have an “abandoned” town that was really friendly to adventurers. The town is made of mimics.

A self-repairing bridge for your evil army you say? Holy shit am I ever adding this to my game. I already put my players through a dungeon in which every room was mirrored, one being real, the other being filled with mimics. They'll love it.

I like the idea that doppelgangers are just descendants of mimics who took on humanoid forms.

I ran a game where the players went into an underground stronghold that held a vault. At the entrance was a couple of guards that they killed and farther down the hall was an elderly man starved that asked the players to free him. The guards strangely didn't have the keys as you would assume they would. So one plan was to bend the bars, they looked rickety and unkept. One of the players passed rations through the bars and became stuck to the bars. It was a trap, a mimic. The players had been slightly suspicious, but had never guessed this mimic to angler fish them into its maw. A horizontal line appeared across the bars as they split apart, the bars becoming teeth. The elderly mans limbs became tongue tendrils as they yanked the player inside the cage to be devoured. Combat instantly broke out and the fighter pulled out the sorcerer. They pummeled it into the ground. The players were excited. They hadn't expected it and ran through theories of what they thought the trick was going to be with the man in the cage. They never expected it was a mimic.

A fun idea, players slay a ancient dragon, they probably lost alot of shit while doing so, they go into it's hoard seeing mound after mound of gold coins, they celebrate though after just touching one, each coin was a mimic and sprout spider legs, dragon hoarded mimics not gold

I was inspired by McGank to create a chaotic evil character. His name is Boomsie, he's a goblin wizard, he would take any risk to help out his friends, and he hopes to one day be a dark lord. Not _the_ dark lord, that's how you get killed; just _a_ dark lord.

We once fought a Mimic the size and shape of an entire tavern in one campaign.

A chest mimic is so basic. As an aspiring underlord, you should employ one as a drainage grate or floor tile in your dungeon. How does this benefit you? Let me give you some... advice. 1: Adventurers are drawn towards doors and chests; they're familiar and signifiy progress as well as rewards. A drainage grate leads to sewers, filth, and other nastiness, they're often overlooked. 2: A grate is attached to a tunnel, meaning, once the mimic grabs its prey, much like a trapdoor spider, it can drag them away, seperating the group. Giving you time to get the jump on them or distracting them for a long time. 3: The mimic can also turn into a slab of stone or metal tile, providing your other minions with a hidden tunnel. And when needed, it can join the fight as well. (You may lose a minion or two, but, that's a sacrifice you should be willing to make.

Ok, so hear me out: You get five lion statue mimics, each one a different color...

I carried around a mimic that I had polymorphed into a quarter staff, if shit got dicey (get it?), I'd throw it at my enemies and pretend I was casting a forbidden spell, while in reality, I was just dropping the polymorph, and sicking my pet Mimic on some poor unsuspecting gobo.

Guess my players are going to run into a ghost town that's secretly run by mimics now

I actually made an encounter based around “How big can mimics be?” This was inspired by the ice cream lady from the Sponge-bob Movie. You enter the small town of Cimim, which is strange because it’s not marked on any maps you have come across before. *Interacting with an object, the player must make a dc 10 athletics check. Success results in the Mimic battle *Interacting with a person requires a dc 8 performance check. On success, Mimic battle, otherwise the person ignores you. Mimic battle: toss AS MANY MIMICS AT THE PLAYERS AS POSSIBLE. If the battle lasts more than 15 rounds, the ground starts to shake, and giant 30ft teeth begin to surround the town (if there are gaps, in the teeth and wether you tell the players about the time limit is up to you). If the players fail to escape the town by the time the mouth closes, the town begins to fill up with a lake of acid. Breaking through the wall of the Town Mimic requires a DC 17 strength check, or DC 15 ranged/melee spell attack. (If they escape and the town gets up and begins to chase them, is up to you)

My dm has been throwing mercenaries with mimic swords at us When the swords hit they do bonus damage because they take little bites

one of my players IS a mimic! as the player says, his char is chaotic hungry (chaotic evil, but more leaning towards chaotic than evil) its very fun and sometimes game breaking since he is a shapeshifter, doing things like turning into a 10ft board to act as a bridge for his companions (who let him munch on bandit and cultist corpses, its an all "monster" party) or turning into a corpsebag to hide among other corpses for perfect stealth. its fun and sometimes headache inducing, but there are ways to counter him. he cannot turn into objects that classify as large UNLESS he drank a potion of Growth or whatever its called, he once used that to turn into a diving bell btw, his class is monk and i let his bite attacks count as unarmed attacks (same damage but piercing instead of bludgeoning), he sometimes lucks out REALLY hard with his flurry of blows and obliterates an enemy in 1 turn, i then let him describe how he obliterates the enemy. yes, its a graphic campaign with some gruesome encounters, like the current dungeon the players are in, where dragon cultists gathered piles upon piles of dead corpses to use in necromatic rituals to create undead corpse behemoths. I really love the ideas my co DM has for this arc (a player becomes my Co dm when its the players characters arc, although i still do most of the heavy lifting since im better at dming))

I appreciate the animated legs pulling the cart.

my favorite mimics are those in enter the gungeon. That chest? Obviously a mimic. The gun? Yep. That's a mimic. The occasional pedestal? Probably a mimic. The door to the boss room? You guessed it; definitely a mimic. That *random wall segment* over there? You bet your ass that's a mimic.

The very first game of DnD I ran for my then eight year old nephew had a mimic at the end of a small tomb, guarding a treasure in its mouth. After some back and forth he got a lucky crit and dropped the mimic down to 1 hp as it scurried off in fear of its life. My nephew felt really bad so he used up his entire 50 gold reward for clearing out the tomb on a potion of healing, (which is what I had intended that gold amount to teach him) but then he did something unexpected. He went back to the tomb and offered the potion of healing to the mimic to heal it, and after the mimic was in a more negotiable state after being shown that kindness, he bribed it with silverware from his explorer's pack to get the mimic to join him on his adventures. And thus began the epic journeys of Grant the Hero and Mimec the Mimic, a mimic so iconic I crafted a real life mimic box for him for one of his birthdays in honor of his adventuring companion. I even wrapped the box as if it had a present inside, only to surprise him with the fact that the box /was/ the present. Mimec the Mimic truly is the gift that keeps on giving.

I was JUST looking into using mimics as NPCs a couple days back. Funny how small the world can be.

A 3.5 campaign I was in some years back had an encounter with a mimic.... unfortunately for the mimic, it happened to stick itself to the party's grapple build barbarian. Very much a "I'm not stuck in this grapple with you, you're stuck in this grapple with me" situation.

My players have been lugging a mimic around for a while now, occasionally feeding it defeated enemies or unlucky goblins they befriend. They should probably be concerned it appears to be learning but I never accused them of having self preservation.