Heeee’s Baaaaaa-aaaaack!
I’ve been avoiding him but some of the other people hauled him along for some godawful reason. Note that I haven’t gone to the Wednesday game (where he can attend) and only to the Satuirday game (a long from Chucky “He Who Has No Car”). Since I didn’t know he was coming, I couldn’t avoid it.
but OK, fine. I settle down and deal with it. No sense leaving the minute I get in.
Disaster. He’s got a new character, which he didn’t build himself, just like he didn’t do any of the other ones he’s ever played. He plays the character like a raving maniac:
Scene One: He wants to know what’s inside a suspicious box.
Chucky: Let me see what’s in that box!
Guys: Who wants to know about it?
Chucky: I do! I’m the King’s right hand chick! He ordered me and my clan to discover all about the underworld and rule over it! (Note, aside from everybody having a different mandate, he just blabbed in public what was at the very least a semi-secret and rather unpleasant truth which could get him killed.)
Guys: :dubious: (Thinking he’s nuts) Yeah… So what? It’s not your turf anyway.
Chucky: But you might be smuggling so I have to check!
Guys: Ah, we’re taking a chest aboard our little racing yacht to go twenty miles north… on the same island… in broad daylight… during a race. And on whose authority do you claim this right, biatch?
Chucky: I’m the harbormaster!
Guys: No you’re not. Your in the wrong dress, the wrong sex, the wrong damned ethnicity (more or less), and he’s standing fifty feet over there! Yo! Harbor-dude! Over here!
Harbor-dude: Wassup?
Guys: This crazy girl claims she’s you.
Chucky: “Utters some incomprehensible BS along with a hideous direct insult at everybody in range.”
Harbor-dude: I’m going to kill you now. Would you like slow and painful or quick?
Chucky: Well, you challenged me so I get to choose a weapon, and rather than choose an honorable sword or whatnot, I choose knives.
Harbor-dude: OK. I still kill you biatch. Stab What part of high-ranking administrator didn’t you get?
The rest of us: Look, dimwit, accept that you lost, make an apology, and say you were temporarily insane!
Chucky: “argue argue”
Harbor-dude: Stab Well, look at those intestines.
Chucky: Alright, I make my etiquette check! Fine! I run far away and hide on the far side of the island for no particular reason.
The rest of us: Whatever. :rolleyes:
Later on, he brutally attacked some guards and declared that a fair fight was one where he snuck up and murdered people without them being able to fight back. He also got captured, beaten, and tricked into agreeing with absenting himself for the next 30 years or more.
After that, I got mildly annoyed at him wasting about half the night and clubbed him over the head, incidentally stopping him from declaring loudly how he was a spy and a sneak and trying to sell everyone’s secrets. He was mortally angry at that. I tried further to present myself as a rival, which infuriated him. :rolleyes:
Later on, he had another meltdown and destroyed another character sheet. We then spent another hour trying to tell him to stop being a dumbass. he declared his hatred for me and “how [Smiling Bandit] was always trying to drive [Chucky] away!” :rolleyes: Yeah, that’s why I’ve offered to lend you my books, drive you around now and then, help you look for a job, save your character twice this session alone. And yes, your case that I was picking on you got a little better when the girl who brought you down noted that you had been laughing about how you were better at Sneaking and Athletics than my character, along with your ludicrous combat style. Yeah, I’m such a bad dude.
Y’know what? I am a little smug. It’s hard not to be when a retarded monkey what’s to play.