Me and my players have a ritual.
They enter my apartment with a metric ton of junk food.
I warn them that their near 30-year old bodies can no longer eat like that without consequence.
They ignore me.
They eat their buffet of cookies, dried meat, and potato chips as I munch away on some carrots.
The next session sees about 2 or 3 full combats due to having to take breaks as one of my players go ride my toilet while making terrible moaning noises and the other's eyes roll back in their head from their high blood sugar.
I'm seriously considering banning junk food as it's actually becoming detrimental to the flow of my game.
A ritual that we've let go by the wayside was that I'd break out the d30 as we sat down to game and then passed it to another player to spin. He had to get it to spin for a good 30 seconds before it could stop. If we got a high number, we'd do well as a party. Low numbers meant we'd have a bad day. It was incredibly accurate, with only one time ever being wrong. This prompted the GM to do the same, with the same results. One time both sides rolled 1's and we joked we shouldn't play as everyone would just poke out their own eyes with their swords if they didn't just trip and fall on them :)
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The ritual my group has had for nearly 15 years is "mystery beer." One person brings a beer in a plain brown bag. Whoever gets the first fumble of the night has to drink it. That person is required to bring the next session's mystery beer.
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Every humanoid death gets the "Wilhelm Scream" sound clip from my GM laptop.
I end each session with cliff-hangar-like excitement and play the end "Dr. Who" music.
One player insists on curbing his really great roleplaying battle talk because whenever he comes up with a great line against a foe he fails his rolls. Every darn time.