One time the Cenaria teleporter broke down, and the roleplayers were all randomly sent to a world with no protection or rules.
The Crusaders, the guys I was with, were busy taking over the only structure on the planet, an Apex facility. I felt bad for the people who were forced out of the area, and built a mini tavern themed after a small Alpaca hut. People started adding to it, and began roleplaying there. It made me feel amazing thinking that, at any moment, some dickhead could come over and fishaxe everything to nothingness, but nobody did. People genuinely had fun with the new environment, and I liked helping everyone out.