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Fargo Fukes posted:I wouldn't say I'm proud of what I did, but I still wouldn't have done it any other way. Naming a character Sir Twink kind of loses the humour when you then literally rape and murder him. "Hey guys we're playing a game about being chivalrous knights" would not generally be my cue to assume that casual sexual assault is a topic that's on the table.
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I got carried away in the moment. It was the only time one of us had stepped outside the lines, I knew my character was going to get killed/otherwise shelved for it anyway and everyone else at the table was laughing. There was a catharsis there, and we all learned a valuable lesson.
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Gazetteer posted:Naming a character Sir Twink kind of loses the humour when you then literally rape and murder him. "Hey guys we're playing a game about being chivalrous knights" would not generally be my cue to assume that casual sexual assault is a topic that's on the table. You sure about that? Le Morte D'Arthur posted:Now Merlin, said Arthur, say whether this Tor shall be a good knight or no. Yea, sir, he ought to be a good knight, for he is come of as good a man as any is alive, and of kings’ blood. How so, sir? said the king. I shall tell you, said Merlin: This poor man, Aries the cowherd, is not his father; he is nothing sib to him, for King Pellinore is his father. I suppose nay, said the cowherd. Fetch thy wife afore me, said Merlin, and she shall not say nay. Anon the wife was fetched, which was a fair housewife, and there she answered Merlin full womanly, and there she told the king and Merlin that when she was a maid, and went to milk kine, there met with her a stern knight, and half by force he had my maidenhead, and at that time he begat my son Tor, and he took away from me my greyhound that I had that time with me, and said that he would keep the greyhound for my love. Ah, said the cowherd, I weened not this, but I may believe it well, for he had never no tatches of me. Sir, said Tor unto Merlin, dishonour not my mother. Sir, said Merlin, it is more for your worship than hurt, for your father is a good man and a king, and he may right well advance you and your mother, for ye were begotten or ever she was wedded. That is truth, said the wife.
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I guess I'm sort of half that guy that misses the point. I'll make odd, edge-case characters based on interesting rules interactions or system mastery of things like movement speed or Search checks, then think up somewhere between one and three reasons for them to be adventuring with the rest of these murderhobos. Various 3.5 characters that I can remember, by way of example: -Ven Hao, Human Warlock/Mindbender/Enlightened Spirit, tuned for Bluff checks (Atallas, custom setting): The party was a convenient cover for his spy activities, and he did feel a bit of responsibility to put the sealed evil back in the can we saw it released from during the first session. Wound up making a grand total of one Bluff check over the entire campaign. -Earil-Galinde Lomuriand, Elf Artificer, tuned for Search checks (Coperia, custom setting): Party was hired and put together by an oversight company, but he stuck with the party because he wanted to keep an eye on the psychotic ex-paladin who might be multi-classing in Sorceror. -<name forgotten>, Rilkan Lurk, tuned for acrobatics (Started in Eberron, wound up in Planescape): Was hired on for a dungeon run by the party well before the campaign began and never saw a need to change the business arrangement. DM actually took me aside and said he had no idea what I was looking to get out of encounters, despite my tumbling everywhere, running up walls to smack people atop them, then leaping off to air assassinate others and generally having a high old time. -Krak, Kobold Swordsage, tuned for Setting Sun and trip attacks (Eberron): Technically stole his Nine Swords knowledge (He was the janitor at a Droaam monastery) and joined the party to get away from the monsters chasing him. Sadly this campaign only had like two sessions before falling apart, but I really liked Krak. Especially because he managed to throw a hobgoblin into a fountain. -Loric, Human Marksman (Eberron): The runaway princess McGuffin was tagging along with him, and one of the other PCs reminded him of his daughter that had been lost during the Last War. -Mayachil, Human Cleric/Pyrokineticist, tuned for fire damage with a minor in movement speed (Dark Sun): Joined later in the campaign, was added to the party by a Sorceror-Queen. Wound up carrying at least one of every way to do fire damage or light something on fire (Including firewood in one of the small pockets of a Handy Haversack), burst out laughing when one of the party asked if anyone had a way of burning bodies. fake e: And of course while I'm writing this the topic moves on. 
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Androc posted:You sure about that? Yes, I am pretty sure that this specific passage from the 1400s referencing a sexual assault does not mean that I as a player should assume that raping people is a thing that everyone is going to be okay with me doing in-character.
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Dareon posted:I guess I'm sort of half that guy that misses the point. I'll make odd, edge-case characters based on interesting rules interactions or system mastery of things like movement speed or Search checks, then think up somewhere between one and three reasons for them to be adventuring with the rest of these murderhobos. w/r/t the Pendragon thing: the rape was a bit cat-piss, but the rest just sounds like the DM wanted to write a Serious Knightly Drama and the players wanted to have fun playing a game.
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Well I recently tried to play Monsterhearts. It kind of turned into Satan and anuses. I think my group can't play nice with Monsterhearts.
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The highlight of my 13th Age session last night involved us getting roped into a Pantomime which was the cover for a princess-kidnapping plot. We joined the theater company for the show, tempted by the healthy ransom. While half the team had to perform on stage, the others crept into the princess' tower and tried to kidnap her. The play went well, with my Steelborn fighter with 0 charisma bonuses overcoming his stage fright and giving it his best, even though he couldn't emote and was still reading from the script. The kidnapping went less well, and ended up with us and the princess (who apparently wanted to escape, the DM admitted he cribbed the plot outline from some Final Fantasy game) fighting against the captain of the guard (who was bookmarked to become my new character) on stage in front of thousands of people at the same time that the play's fight scene was taking place. This was a great encounter, for those who are unfamiliar, 13th age uses an escalation die mechanic which grants an advantage to the PCs (and certain NPCs) as the fight goes on. Since several of our players have abilities which can effect the escalation die, we decided to set up a "real fight die" and a "staged fight die," and while we didn't track staged fight HP, successful staged attacks against enemy actors would 'injure' them and prevent them from getting in the way of PCs as they fought their real enemies.
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That would be Final Fantasy IX, which is as a whole based around a play. There are a lot of cues to them in the storytelling and the way the world is set up, plus all the characters really stand out from each other with different personalities and very different appearances. In the part your GM took inspiration from, your party members even have special magic which is called "SFX". None of the spells do any damage and obviously look very fake, but it is a neat little touch.
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Something Awful Forums>Traditional Games> Probably went overboard with the rape though
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Gazetteer posted:Naming a character Sir Twink kind of loses the humour when you then literally rape and murder him. "Hey guys we're playing a game about being chivalrous knights" would not generally be my cue to assume that casual sexual assault is a topic that's on the table.
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Look dude, if they're laughing at raping a dude it's not fair to get upset. That's like, the tyranny of fun.
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That WoD story about zombies reminded me of how my friend Will handled character creation for All Flesh Must Be Eaten, a zombie apocalypse role-playing game. I don't know if it was policy or anything for him, but I remember one game it came up. Basically, he rewarded mundanity. In a "start of the outbreak" game set in Las Vegas, he asked four people including me to create characters, and he hadn't played with the other three before. He stressed that they should make characters that were normal, believable people. He got back the following: - An aspiring actor working as a server at a casino with a medieval fantasy theme who had to dress like an elf and pluck a lute all day. - A mediocre and abrasive druggy comedian working off a debt to a dive bar. - A Marine-turned-martial arts instructor with one less than the maximum allowable skill level in both rifles and kung fu. - An olympian with medals in both track and weight lifting. So he took our sheets, looked them over, and kept them until next week to make some adjustments. When we got them back, the changes were: - The actor/server, as part of his job, had received a few stage combat classes and some actual sword training, not to mention a real sword. - The comedian's long history of drug abuse had given him a bonus to resisting infection, and his tendency to get beaten up by audience members meant he could fight pretty good. - The Marine marksman and kung fu master was now an army reservist running a UFC blog. - The olympian became a Craigslist personal trainer who works part-time at Foot Locker. There wasn't too much fuss, and the game went very well. We all died, of course, but it was a good time. ellbent fucked around with this message at 04:59 on Apr 8, 2014 |
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ellbent posted:That WoD story about zombies reminded me of how my friend Will handled character creation for All Flesh Must Be Eaten, a zombie apocalypse role-playing game. That's pretty neat if the players were all okay with their players being tweaked like that. XyloJW posted:The only person I've ever played with that I would say was a total jerk is Phil. My friend was doing a massive New World of Darkness Mortals game set in a zombie apocalypse. There were maybe 10 or 12 players, made up of people from his LARP group, people like me and Pharmaskittle from his regular pen and paper group, and a few people who'd never played an RPG before. One of the LARPers was Phil. Since we're on the topic of rape, there was one more part to that story about Phil, but it was actually covered by Pharmaskittle in one of the previous versions of this thread like 4 years ago, so I'll just quote him: Pharmaskittle posted:Playing with us was Mike, one of my friends who's a mostly okay guy. I want to say it was his first time roleplaying. He was playing a pretty generic charismatic character and doing an alright job at it. At one point he offhandedly threw out, "I guess while we're waiting around for everyone else to get back, my guy flirts a little with Phil's character." The ST shrugs and goes "Yeah, okay," and starts to turn to fill us in on the "away team's" stuff because this was just a throwaway line and fit with Mike's character. Phil is obviously dismayed though, launching into a rundown of how he's unholstering his gun and keeping a careful eye on Mike's character, and wants to give him a "palm strike" if he gets within some exact distance. Note: the ST of course wouldn't normally do character hijack because that's really lame, but he allowed it here since that's the logical extension of Phil's "if you want to be charming, you can roll for it" attitude.
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Dick Fever. I'm dying.
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Error 404 posted:Dick Fever. I'm dying. Of dick fever?
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Volmarias posted:Of dick fever? Of laughter, about Dick Fever.
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SpookyLizard posted:Which were you? The comedian. I died valiantly trying to block a fire door with an acoustic guitar.
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Wittgen posted:Xylo, that ST sounds incredible. Our ST was legit a really cool guy. Like, he'd normally never allow any kind of character influence like the "you are now seduced, thanks to this roll" thing, but it was loving hilarious in the circumstances. Everyone was sick of that shitheel but nobody wanted to do anything more than passive-aggressive about it since he was the DM's friend. Until that happened.
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Not much of a story really. Party meets the evil hobgoblin raiders on the bridge. Some of them take cover behind some pillars, the paladin and bard stay in the open, paladin slightly ahead. Paladin declares he'll stand his ground and let the enemy come to them. The hobgoblin leader takes a look at the situation, stays right where he is and orders his underlings to open fire on the bard as one. The bard goes down. Sometimes you got to wonder, what did your players honestly expect to happen. To their credit, they immediately said "uhm yeah, let's never mention this again and just rush them". This time.
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I miss “The Comic Pit” When I was in college I worked at the local mall at an arcade and a food court pizza place. While working at said mall I gamed at a store called “The Comic Pit”. Since this mall had a hard time filling storefronts the local comic book/gaming store/mtg card selling place had a huge back room that they allowed people to run games whenever they wanted. Besides the normal rules though, they had one in particular that led to some great times. Anyone who walked in could join in any game that was being run if they could be fit into said game. We all embraced this rule and got to meet a great variety of gamers over the course of a few years. Chuck was one of those gamers who you all know, big lumbering wall of flesh, who smells like sour milk and is a throwback to one of our almost tree dwelling ancestors. Chuck showed up one afternoon and just scowled at the group for an hour or two without saying anything, then wandered off to whatever cave he lived in. The next week he came in with a backpack full of gaming books, a set of dice and grunted the fact that he would like to join the game. We were happy to have another player and told him about the current game, and had him roll up a character. We were playing a level 10 ish evil campaign where we were pretty much the henchmen of an elven wizard who was attempting to become a lich. Chuck rolls up a Lawful Good amazon based Paladin over the next 3 hours without bothering to tell anyone his character concept. At the end of the session he hands the character over to the DM who looks it over, and promises to fit him into the game next week. The next week our party finds this poor amazon paladin captured in the lair of some other horrible wizard who we were most likely killing for his stuff. Being nice gamers we offer to help her find her stuff and at least escort her out of the tower. Chuck casts detect evil, and our merry party of 5 all pings as evil as hell. Chuck’s character grabs the closest object, which if I remember correctly was a poo poo bucket and attacks the closest glowing badguy. Our leader gets clocked in the head with a bucket full of paladin poop and tells us to “disarm this fool”. Our cleric casts hold person, our fighter/mage casts feeblemind, my assassin stabs her in the back, and the anti-paladin rolls a nat 20 on his vorpal axe and chops her head off. Chuck sighs, tucks his character sheet into a folder, and pulls out a new character sheet and starts rolling up a new character for the next week. The next week Chuck introduces his cleric of Pelor, who tried to convert the party over the next few weeks while me murder hoboed our way across the Forgotten Realms. This character died in some unmemorable way, and we managed to convince poor Chuck to roll up a new character that fit more in line with the rest of the party. Chuck rolls an evil rogue! We rejoice! Chuck thinks a great way to introduce his character is for him to pickpocket an item off the group’s leader. The DM rolls randomly and Chuck lifts a vacous grimoire, opens it, fails both saves, has his intelligence and wisdom dropped, and decides to try again. This time he goes bigger, and tries to steal the backpack right off the necromancer’s back. It is a bag of devouring; he opens in, fails the save, and gets eaten. What Chuck didn’t know, was that the necromancer was collecting cursed items in order to drain their negative energy off them in some sort of ritual that would help him become a lich. We don’t see Chuck for a few months, and figured we scared the poor guy off. The owner of the store’s son comes into game one afternoon and asks us if we knew this Chuck guy very well. (His son is a local police officer) We tell him we kinda knew the guy from gaming, but not socially or anything. The son tells us we might have dodged a bullet, because Chuck worked at the local turkey processing plant and flipped the gently caress out and ended up stabbing one of his coworkers over a fairly trivial argument. We find out that Chuck’s only job was to kill turkeys all day by breaking their necks, and according to coworkers, he liked his job a little too much. If there is any intrest, I can tell you about Scary Matt, Greasy Aaron and his Harpy Wife, The Worst DM Ever, The Second Worst DM Ever, Gary and Ace, The Real Life Druid, or the Psychic Vampire Kung Fu master. Nissir fucked around with this message at 19:07 on Apr 8, 2014 |
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Cardiovorax posted:Why do you even ask? Always need more stories of maladjusted gamers.
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Nissir posted:
Is Gary and Ace just one long "are they gay or aren't they?" story? Cuz you can skip that one if it is.
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Having gamed with winners and non-winners for a long, long time, I'm CONSTANTLY surprised, and not surprised, by people's ability to say "no, stop that" and "that doesn't fit into the story we want to tell."
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Cardiovorax posted:Why do you even ask? Seriously this. All the stuff I got is that our Rise of The Runelords campaign turned uncomfortable and dark when we realized after many years of gaming experience for all of us that ogrekin make more ogrekin by raping other humanoids and then eating them. Like it was printed in the book that they procreate by rape. Who comes up with this stuff?
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I don't know if I've told this one, but I will anyway! We were playing Dark Heresy, doing the premade adventure out of the back of the book. We did character generation and the party ended up: My brother playing a psyker, and he had meta-knowledge of the adventure due to previously reading through the book. The GM ruled that any time he brought up meta-knowledge it would cause a psychic event to happen. A pair of hiveworld scum with bolters. And me with a mentally retarded with minimum intelligence voidborn techpriest whose only saving grace was that he was REALLY good at fixing and driving trucks, and he could also scream at people in binary to stun them. The only equivalent of characterization I could think of for this guy would be that if there was a Truck Simulator 40k he would be the guy who buys the thousands of dollars worth of DLC for it. I was playing a screaming retard who liked trucks. As we drop into the planet the hiveworlders and psyker are fine, my voidborn ginger midget tech priest ends up vomiting into his rebreather. We find out that the thing is fixed to his face, and none of us can figure out what happens to the vomit. All of us move on from this train of thought. As we step out of the dropship, my brother comments to the scum players, "Oh, cool. You actually have decent weapons. We'll need them for this part," and the GM catches it. He rolls on the event table, and every window in a 5 mile radius explodes, sending this busy spaceport into disarray as all the windows blow outward. We continue into the encounter he was talking about, in which the scum autofire their bolters and instantly cut down these poor guys before they even get a chance to mug us, and we get to the motor pool that we were headed out to. I get in the truck that we're given and my character is in absolute heaven because of the distance they have to drive. After hours and hours of driving night falls and the group decides to camp it out for a bit, and they put the screaming retard out on watch with a pistol (that he doesn't know how to use.) While on watch a man approaches the truck from the darkness, and my tech priest starts shooting at him as he gets closer. As his face becomes visible it is apparent that he is a corpse, and I get to roll an insanity check. I fail horribly and I do two things: Go berserk and vomit into my rebreather again. My stats are just terrible across the board, so the fight just turns into this prolonged slapfight with a zombie that isn't meant to be able to hurt any character ever. The scum pass their hearing checks, but decide to not check it out because of how horrible the fight is. It eventually ends when I roll a critical with maximum damage and manage to punch the zombie's head off. I get back in the truck and start driving again to the small outpost we were headed to, and the psyker wakes up and goes, "DRIVE TO THE BAR AND KILL EVERYONE!" A psychic event is rolled and everything in a few mile radius loses power, including all of our steering and navigation and comms stuff. Luckily we didn't need the power steering at that point because I already had the truck pointed at the bar, so instead of stopping and entering the bar, I just crashed straight into the side of it. It turns out that the side I plowed into was where the bar with all the thugs and the cultist bartender were, so this massive flatbed truck plows through the wall in the dark and rolls three fourths of this outpost under the tires. The remaining few dudes who were in the opposite corner playing cards draw their weapons, so I roll the window down and scream at them, causing them to be stunned. The scums throw their door open and mow them down, and the psyker doesn't have anyone else left to shoot. At that point we had run out of time for the session, but we figured that we would never be able to top a story about a vomit-stained homicidal retard running people down that he had never met before with a truck due to the orders of the crazed mystical psyker who knew what was going to happen before it happened, so we never ended up playing Dark Heresy again. E: The best thing about it was just that the GM allowed us to metagame by the rules via the psyker, so all of the investigation and intrigue was cut out at a 40% risk of dying instantly every time he did it. Commoners fucked around with this message at 19:57 on Apr 8, 2014 |
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The story of Ace and Gary is one that should be told to young teenage boys who hope to one day become successful men, and what not to do. Ace and Gary were a pair on mid to late 20s men who had never done anything with their lives. Ace was a half native American who was fairly intelligent, but spent most of his adult life trying to score weed, eking a modest income off short lived menial labor jobs, living off the social security checks of his 500+ pound girlfriend who he lovingly referred to as Tiamat, and playing Dungeons and Dragons. Ace loved rangers. It was all that he played. In DnD it was easy, Elven Ranger. In vampire it was a Native American ex-military Army Ranger. In Star Wars, well…he played a ranger with a light saber. My favorite gaming moment with Ace is when we were separated from the party and there was a courtyard of training soldiers between us and escape. I figured the only way for us to get across was to cause a distraction, and escape in the confusion. Ace had a better plan, he pulled out his trusty bow, tied a rope to his adamantine rock biter arrow, let it fly across the courtyard, tied it to a convenient torch holder, and proceeded to tightrope walk over the heads of all the guardsmen. The DM describes the scene, the cautious aim, the loosing of the bowstring, the massive CHINK of the arrow biting into stone, and the fact that you are tightrope walking 12 feet above the ground over 20 soldiers. I used Ace as the distraction to get back to the party… Gary was 3rd generation white trash who had skipped town to dodge the payment of child support from his still in high school girlfriend. My roommate at the time felt bad for Gary before we found about the child support dodging, and the fact that he had knocked up a 16 year old when he as in his late 20s. Gary had met Ace somewhere along the line and was couch surfing but quickly was wearing out his welcome, and my kind hearted roommate offered Gary our couch for a few weeks. We got him a job at a meat packing plant, and let him crash at our place for 3 weeks till his first paycheck cleared and he could get his own place. In the 3 weeks that he lived at our place, he did not wash his clothes, nor did he bother to take a shower. He was living out of a backpack that had about 5 changes of clothes that I wouldn’t have worn to the gym. Now imagine having someone who works hard labor at a meat packing plant in the middle of summer, who bathes in Drakkar Noir, and eats nothing but baloney and cheese sandwiches living on your couch. This guy stunk so bad after a week that his boss told him he couldn’t come back to work until he had showered, washed his hair, and shaved. His boss even gave him 40 bucks out of his own pocket so Gary could get some decent clothes to work in. Gary blew this “advance” on a couple bottles of cheap vodka, and I ended up giving him some of my old Papa John’s t-shirts so he would have something to wear. Gary always tried to play the party face. Handsome James Bond type guys who could talk their way out of anything, only problem was Gary couldn’t form a five word sentence without the word “gently caress” in it. We were playing in a Vampire campaign where we were being introduced to the Prince of the city and Gary just couldn’t say anything without sticking his foot in his mouth. The Prince was so offended after the 15th f-bomb that the DM pulled a Jules Winnfield on him and said you say the word “gently caress” one more time in my presence I am going to have my guard remove your tongue, stake you, and burry you under the nearest new parking lot for 100 years. Now Gary had to try to introduce himself, our party, how much of an honor it was to meet the Prince etc etc in character without a single “gently caress”. It went something like this… Hello, I am a Joe Pesci from Goodfellas ripoff, sired by um…gently caress what’s his name? Poor character is still staked under some parking garage.
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the_steve posted:Not gonna lie, the bit with Ace trying to tightrope walk over the soldiers does sound pretty awesome.
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Cracked cat-piss.quote:My fiancee joined a Dungeons & Dragons group wherein the DM (that's nerd shorthand for Dungeon Master, the guy who runs the game) decided that he would make the game so brutally unfun for her that she would never want to play again. Imagine a referee forbidding your little league team to use bats or gloves, then following you to Chuck E. Cheese's after the game to poo poo all over everyone's pizza and rape the animatronic characters to death with a hedge trimmer. [DH: do not imagine this] That's basically the same thing. Even her fellow players worked against her -- one of her teammates stole her character's only possession and threw it into a river, for no other reason than to be a dick. It didn't advance the game in any way, and it had no other strategic purpose. He just wanted to hurt her feelings. Making it so that she never wanted to play again was more important to them than actually enjoying the game, because somewhere along the line, the tabletop and video gaming community decided its sole purpose was to make sure that nobody has any fun.
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Cracked is the worst website.
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Yawgmoth posted:Cracked is the worst website. 5 unbelievable ways people found ways to make a list of questionably funny content with questionable citations
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A friend of mine was in a Con game where the DM refused to actually acknowledge anything she said, or really that she was even at the table. My male friends who were with her were dumbstruck that they had to relay anything she said about in-game actions or speech to them first before the DM would do anything about it. She couldn't get her head around how someone could actually act like that, but he literally did not seem to accept she was part of the game except that her character seemed to be doing things. Everyone stuck around for the game to see how bad it could get, except one who texted everyone under the table that he was running for it before leaving "to take an important phone call." There were other lovely things in the game as well as the guy was (rather famously) self-important on top of his misogyny. At one point the DM mentions that there's a crack in the wall, and a friendly eighteen year old guy who'd joined my friends in the game said, "I smoke it!" and got a chuckle. The DM flips his loving lid and begins yelling at the poor kid that it's an official RPGA event and how dare he bring that sort of disgusting thing to the table. My friends tried to defuse it by mocking the DM saying, "Yes, I won't have that loving language around me," but it was clear that something weird was going on. The game eventually ended when two of the players had enough of the DM's bizarre goblin pet character, a guide helping the players who was obviously meant to be screamingly funny with painful homophobic humour. After the latest attempt at lisping juvenile bum gags, they nodded to each other and declared surprise attacks on it. The DM couldn't really do anything about it and was at a loss for why anyone would do this, and the game fell apart as everyone took a turn taking out their frustrations on the goblin.
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Apr 10, 2014 01:28
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