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I did not write these but YOU NEED TO READ THEM
Too many to just copypasta
I'll just post the first one. Look for posts by 50 foot ant.Meet Stan.
Stan is almost 300 lbs.
Stan has black hair that glistens in the light and looks as if it is held to his head with paste.
Stan has yellow and white head acne so bad that at least once an hour a pimple will just burst, either squirting on something next to him, or just dribbling down his face.
Stan has one eye that just looks at random shit all the time.
Stan breathes heavy while paging through books.
Stan's skin is slightly gray, this probably has something to do with when he scratched his arm, he left behind little rolled black things.
Stan has BROWN teeth that are blackish gray here and there.
Stan has a zit encrusted nose that usually has one finger in there. He often keeps his hand under the table or out of sight until he thinks you are not looking, and then his finger goes in his mouth.
Stan played AD&D, the old 2E stuff.
Stan was friends with the FLGS owner (who was also a loser) and so he got invited all the time into games by the owner, not the GM's.
I had just gotten back to the States and had met a group at the LFGS and was running Ravenloft. Ravenloft involves a lot of indepth descriptions, Ravenloft punishes dipshits and assholes right in the rules. Ravenloft is a slow story buildup, with a payoff that is often the choice between two wrong choices.
Ravenloft is fun in the same way that being lost out in the woods and telling ghost stories to each other is fun.
Now, Stan has never played Ravenloft before, but is the LFGS owner's friend. This was before I learned how big a loser the owner was. The owner wanted to play in my game, since he'd hired some half-retarded 16 year old to run the store while he sat around and got fatter. I was told I wouldn't have to pay for tables, that if I needed something to talk to him, all that shit.
So, Stan sits at the table.
Missy moves 2 chairs away and retched.
So, Stan hands me his character sheet.
Oh goody, a 7th level Anti-Paladin with all kinds of shit.
Me: Fuck no. The rest of the group is 3rd level, and hell no.
Him: I played in his (points at the LFGS owner) game all the time with him.
Me: You'll lose him in 20 minutes, man, so no. Good characters only, and I strongly suggest human only.
So, despite my urging, Stan rolls up....
DUM DUM DUM!
A fucking 1/2E fighter/mage/cleric.
Me: Are your ears pointed?
Him: (snorting gasping laughter) Yes, duh.
So, the group's in a village, healing up from having a pair of ghouls ambush them in the forest and tear them new assholes. The half-elf comes wandering into the tavern/inn/old dude's house, sits down, motions the barmaid over, and then pushes back his hood.
INSTANT MADHOUSE!
"VAMPIRE! GET HIM!" cry out the townspeople, upon seeing his pointy ears, pale skin, and other elven attributes.
"They're just 0-Level Humans..." Snorts Stan, who cuts loose with.... Flaming Hands.
Well, one of the waitresses throws the garlic stew on him, someone else gets a bag over his head, and INTO THE RIVER HE GOES after being beaten with hoes and rakes and axes and sledgehammers and splitting mauls.
The rest of the group is laughing their asses off.
"BUT HE'S AN ELF!" Stan yells, pointing at another player.
"Yeah, but we docked my ears after that happened and I ended up running into the woods and almost getting sodomized by a werewolf." That player says.
"YOU'RE ALL JUST PICKING ON ME!" screams Stan.
Who promptly bursts into blubbery tears and has several zits explode all over his character sheet. Missy almost barfs, and you will NEVER guess what fucking Stan did next.
He ran out of the gaming shop crying. An hour later his fucking MOTHER showed up to try and berate us for picking on her son. That's right, he went home and TOLD HIS FUCKING MOTHER ON US!
Stan was the bane of my games for almost 2 more years.
Fatback the FLGS Owner is another horror story.