>"Everyone starts the game with a minor magic item that has some personal connection to them."
Get hyped, roll a dwarven warlock (3.5) who acts as a diviner of sorts. Start with crystal ball. Totally not optimizing, just making a chill dude.
Rest of the team...
Fighter with magic shield
Bard with magic whip
Cleric with prayer beads
>"All the items have a bonus effect, but you'll have to discover them as you play."
Sounds good, getting excited. Party arrives to town in a caravan after hearing about a band of thieves that took over local keep.
>No villager speaks Common.
>Middle of the desert.
Good setting so far, actually? A little tough to make headway with the language barrier, but we manage. The bard and fighter go off to hit the streets while the cleric visits the local church. I watch over all of them with my crystal ball from a rented apartment.
>"Fighter, bard, you are attacked by thieves."
>"Bard, your whip turns into spiders that bite you and poison you."
>"Fighter, your shield bends in half and bites your arm off."
Fighter and bard are captured and I realize that our items are more than likely cursed. Meanwhile...
>"Cleric, your prayer beads tighten around your neck and you suffocate. Your body is desecrated for worshiping a 'false god.'"
No time to warn anyone, I fail a Will save as the crystal ball controls me to strip off my clothes and walk naked into the desert where I die.
>"Man, you guys suck at D&D."