Stop being such a pussy and tell him you don’t want him to play. This is supposed to be a leisure activity, not stress producer.
Oh god. This page describes one of the members of my now-husband/then-boyfriend’s gaming group to a T. The group was mostly composed of guys who’d been friends during high school, with some new members now that they were in college. My husband was one of the new members, and Scary Geek Boy was one of the old guard. SGB wasn’t so bad in high school, I guess, but failed to progress past utter lack of social skills, poor hygiene, living in mom’s basement, and working at the same pizza place because you get free/cheap pizza. He was abnormally attached to his gaming character, to the point where his character had to be the most bad-ass, couldn’t get killed, etc., etc. He gamed the system to exploit loopholes whenever possible and was being obnoxious about it, and wouldn’t listen to anyone. So the players and GM set him up, and managed to undeniably, irrevocably get him killed via a situation that SGB got himself into. When he realized what had happened he threw a yelling temper tantrum and basically flipped out. I think he did eventually start gaming again with them, but that was probably mostly because that was his sole social outlet.
[hijack]We got an update on him years later from our friend who was the GM for those games. He had pretty much ditched SGB as a friend but got frequent updates on him via mutual friends who’d run into him/saw him now and then. SGB was still in his mom’s basement (some of the time), still at the pizza place, still with bad social skills and poor hygiene. He’d also become a furry who was (long story short) playing at being a female and engaging in relationships with male furries. But he had a girlfriend! No, she wasn’t a furry. She was fairly heavily mentally retarded, with the mental capacity of a pre-teen or younger, and her parents actually tolerated him living with/sleeping with their daughter. She also had serious anger control issues, and the two of them got into fights that sometimes involved the cops being called. shudder[/hijack]
This is just crazy to me. OK, I played D&D maybe seven times in 1978 when I was in 8th grade so I am vaguely familiar with how things work. Can’t a GM do anything they want? Why couldn’t he have an army of fire breathing Lizardmen appear out of nowhere and just cream the guy? Don’t give me any bullshit about some sort of GM Code of Honor either because getting together secretly and coming up with a plan with the other guys is an elaborate way of doing the same thing.
I checked with my husband, and found out I really screwed up the story. (It was over a decade ago.) My husband was the GM. He says he gave the guy a lot of feedback on how he played, and everything was brushed off with “That’s how my character is.” Increasingly bad, realistic penalties for anti-social actions (like “going to kill the NPC because I can”) resulted in temporary sulking and whining, followed up with a bounce-back into his old ways. He talked with a couple group members about it, and set up a situation that screamed “don’t do this” and of course the character did. The group was split on whether he did the right thing by killing the character, even though this guy acted sociopathic in-character and really stubborn and arrogant out of character.
Hmmm…kind of like virtual karma.
Oh god i’m sorry but I cannot stop laughing. This is a joke right? I feel like this is a script for Saturday Night Live. high pressure social situations…samurai games…magic…college girls…I can’t breathe
If you’re laughing, it must not be SNL.
Exactly what I was thinking! Hello?! If he’s that unstable, he could be the next Brentos Deathmaker.
I dunno. The man is ludicrously variable. One night he’ll be fine, almost normal. Another he’ll flip out at anything, evem take offense at me because someone else told him a joke. (No, I’m not kidding.) Then gets in a huff, kills his character, then gets in a huff because he killed his character. 
Goes into depression, then gets to work getting someone else to make him a new one.
And believe me, he’s died more than everyone else Ive ever gamed with put together. He won’t quit. He won’t go away. He’s like sick, vomity cat that keeps showing up.
Yeah, that was stage 2. He failed that one so badly…
We’re now at stage 3, which is also called “back away slowly.”
Is it weird that this thread is making me want to find a local gaming group to get back into D&D with?
You say you play in a public place. Is there any authority or security you can invoke to take care of him if he gets stupid(er)? If you told everyone that you weren’y playing in a game with him, and that you were going to run a new game and he wasn’t invited, could you stop him from following you, or have someone else do it?
I don’t want to look like the villain. I’ve already got people mad at me the last time I told someone he was Behaving in an Unacceptable Way. Of course, I get to then be the villain his little private drama show.
Amazingly, the last guy I drove off was actually less disruptive, even though he routinely unleashed dimensional disasters as a starting character. I’m not joking; he had negative competance. He was so incompetant that literally as a starting character he actually did, routinely, unleash trans-dimensional disasters. I am not joking. I have no idea how he managed it in some cases. No other character could have done that deliberately. But he managed. He was also the twit who got outsmarted by an IQ 60 dumb AI system and made a vengeful, invisible secret base with a ranged killing attack… and placed it in Central Park, New York. I eventually got rid of him by accident. He was so angry I temporarily disarmed his unconscious psychotic killer character (who killed the hostages and small children in a good-guy Superhero game) and got the PC a psychologist that he left and never returned. 
If direct confrontation isn’t an option, why not set up some invitation only games and simply not invite him?
Not that I’m not in favor of a more direct approach, but if it’s not your decision to make.
Then suck it up and live with him rampaging like Godzilla through every game you ever play.
Me, I walk away from groups that tolerated that shit. Have done so more than a few times. Contrary to geek-fear, I have found that there are always more groups out there and more people to play with. Sometimes it may take a while to find them, but they’re out there.
The bottom line is that the entire reason I play games is to have fun, relax and enjoy myself. When the presence of one or more persons makes that impossible, I chose not to play with those persons and any other persons who insist on including them.
Anyone have a link to a video clip of a monopoly game on Mama’s Family?
Guys, I am not asking for help. I am going to do something. I am venting, however, because I’m so incredibly pissed.
If I were part of your role playing group, I might do the same thing. Hell, I was thinking of doing this exact same thing in real life. And my IQ is at least 65. Maybe you need to accept that some people “role play” a little differently than you do. I’m guessing you played KOTOR without even once turning to the dark side.
Dork rage is so cute*.
*pathetic
Hey, smiling bandit, venting here is a good thing. It’ll help you straighten out your thoughts before you deal with this situation IRL. That said, I think you really, really need to detoxify this gaming group. I’ve been in toxic groups… Who am I kidding, I **am **in toxic groups, though not with a bully as extreme as yours.
That’s what “Chucky” is, you know, a bully. Bully and geek aren’t mutually exclusive labels. He might as well cry, “Entertain me!” as he enters the room. And you, your GM, and the other players oblige. The fallacies **muldoonthief **linked to are an excellent description of the social reality in which gamers might live. We try to create our own utopias, but feel obliged to let anyone in, including rats. We then get bitten by these rats when they (unsurprisingly) won’t play nice.
Gaming, or at least good gaming, is a particular activity in that everyone needs to trust one another to draw satisfaction from it. The problem is, people have different requirements for satisfaction. (Insert role-playing double entendres here to taste.) It’s a destination or journey choice. Some players (like your “Chucky”) want to be cool, and kill people, and blow shit up. Others (like yourself, from what I can understand) like to build up complex scenarios and role-play their way through elaborate constructs. I hope you can see that the first type of player ruins the fun for the second as surely as an Owlbear in a china shop. There’s room for both types of players in the world, but they don’t have to mix. How would you feel if Chucky GMed you in a game of “Kill All Zombies”? You’d likely be as bored and unsatisfied as he appears to be. Just leave him to find his own entertainment, and leave yours intact.
Roleplaying a sadistic yet brainless killer in a game explicitly based around goody-goody superheroes, in a world filled wth them, is not good roleplaying. It was just retarded. In fact, before this character even joined the party, he committed so many destructive actions that we wanted nothing to do with him.
Maybe you need to accept that childish stupidity, total lack of self-control, and temper tantrums don’t make you a roleplayer.