1) I found out they were dealing pot out of the house.
2) They went on a gun kick and started bringing their sidearms to the table. (Now I'm not anti-gun, but when I'm sitting next to you, you're stoned out of your gourd, and you're playing with it more than an adolescent male plays with his penis, I tend to get a little nervous...)This is somewhat off topic, but I had a situation very similar to this two years ago GMing Pathfinder. I knew beforehand that my friend and host of the game sold pot (and had tons of guns everywhere, including at the game table) and I didn't care, but problems surfaced when pot heads would be knocking at the door every 15 minutes or so. It got to a point where the host would lock the door and put up "blackout curtains" so that the game would go uninterrupted.
A couple sessions before I stopped running for that group, the brother of the host showed up at the beginning of a session and without saying a word he drew a pistol, aimed at his brother's heart and fired. It took a couple seconds for us to all realize that he had fired a blank, but we were all quite shaken (and deafened) and he was asked very impolitely to leave. Also he was making fun of me for diving under the table as he was leaving which stuck in my craw for some reason (I mean what kind of wuss dives for cover when someone pulls a gun, amiright?).
Interestingly enough the group ended for reasons that had nothing to do with either of these issues.
Getting behind cover isn't so much of a "wuss move" as a survival instinct. Unless of course you're bullet proof then it was totally a wuss move. ;-)
Edit: what kind of idiot doesn't dive for cover when a gun goes off in the room?
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She couldn't get her revolver out of its holster. She was so flustered at being "dead" that she forgot to unsnap it. I think subsequent mayhem was obviated by the arrival of her partner, who didn't have any problem with his revolver. Or his handcuffs.I imagine that was a "come to jesus" moment for her and the evaluation of her life. At the very least I'm suprised she didn't slug your friend out of reaction.
I had a moment or three after a paintball night game in college, when the air was cold and the paint was hard. I got shot at the base of my neck, right between the clavicles. It left a scar that took over a year to heal, and every time I felt it, I remembered why it might not be the best idea to join the military:
1) I found out they were dealing pot out of the house.
2) They went on a gun kick and started bringing their sidearms to the table. (Now I'm not anti-gun, but when I'm sitting next to you, you're stoned out of your gourd, and you're playing with it more than an adolescent male plays with his penis, I tend to get a little nervous...)This is somewhat off topic, but I had a situation very similar to this two years ago GMing Pathfinder. I knew beforehand that my friend and host of the game sold pot (and had tons of guns everywhere, including at the game table) and I didn't care, but problems surfaced when pot heads would be knocking at the door every 15 minutes or so. It got to a point where the host would lock the door and put up "blackout curtains" so that the game would go uninterrupted.
A couple sessions before I stopped running for that group, the brother of the host showed up at the beginning of a session and without saying a word he drew a pistol, aimed at his brother's heart and fired. It took a couple seconds for us to all realize that he had fired a blank, but we were all quite shaken (and deafened) and he was asked very impolitely to leave. Also he was making fun of me for diving under the table as he was leaving which stuck in my craw for some reason (I mean what kind of wuss dives for cover when someone pulls a gun, amiright?).
Interestingly enough the group ended for reasons that had nothing to do with either of these issues.
Getting behind cover isn't so much of a "wuss move" as a survival instinct. Unless of course you're bullet proof then it was totally a wuss move. ;-)
Edit: what kind of idiot doesn't dive for cover when a gun goes off in the room?
Yeah, duck and cover is one of those basic moves that gets taught to anyone who expects to take fire.
Our session had lots of breaks for customers as well for the short while I was there. I just didn't want to wait around for the day when the cops raided the place while we were all gathered around the table covered in D&D books, dice, and pistols. I'm not sure my Diplomacy skill would be up to snuff to talk my way out of that situation.
Out of curiosity, have you tried looking her up on Facebook?20 years later, I still have no idea what happened to her.
If she's still alive, which is a big "if", she'd be in her mid-to-late 60s now. It's not the most common demographic for Facebook users.
I did take about an hour trying to look her up. She had an unusual name, so she should be easy to find, but I couldn't find her at all. (I found two other people with her name, but neither are her.) If she is alive, she doesn't have a landline or any Internet presence.
Honestly, my guess is that she's either institutionalized or deceased.
... A couple sessions before I stopped running for that group, the brother of the host showed up at the beginning of a session and without saying a word he drew a pistol, aimed at his brother's heart and fired. It took a couple seconds for us to all realize that he had fired a blank...
During college a very similar thing happened during a card game. It was a realistic looking fake knife not a gun. One of my cousin's friends very nearly killed the guy. He was an ex-marine and responded by breaking the guys wrist, cracking 2 ribs, and choking him unconsious before everyone realized what was really happening.
Some people (especially when impared) have no idea that not everyone will realize it was supposed to be a joke.
Okay, here's a more light-hearted weird players story from back when I was in college (circa 1990, give or take a year). We played Friday nights in one of the academic buildings. Anyway, one of my players was an animal science major, and that semester, he had a half-day hands-on class that took place in one of the large-animal barns. The class got out about 45 minutes before the game was scheduled to begin, so for the first game of that semester (late August-- temps were in the 85F range), he walked straight from the animal barn to the gaming room.
So, he walked into the stuffy and not-air-conditioned classroom reeking of animal dung and body odor. The conversation went something like,
Me: "Hey, Walt [not his real name], did you just come from the Large-Animal Barn?"
Walt: "Yup. Had to hurry to make it on time."
Me: "You know, I'm sure you're really tired from working with the cows all day. We'd be happy to wait half an hour if you want to run home and wash up."
Walt: "Nah, I'm fine. I don't want to delay getting started."
Me: "No, really, we'd all be happy to wait for you to head back to your place, or the gym, and wash up. It was kind of a hot day."
Walt: "Yeah, it was a hot day, I was sweating like a pig, but it's cooled off now, so let's go!"
Me: [pause, looking around at everyone else shaking their heads] "Uh, Walt, I was trying to be polite here, but we'd all really like you to head back home, take a shower, and change before we start."
[Enthusiastic nods all around.]
Walt: "Whaddaya mean? I'm fine. Let's play!"
Me: [sigh] "Walt, you smell like cow sh*t and B.O. Go, home, take a shower, change, and then come back. We'll wait."
Walt: "Oh, come on, it's not that bad!"
Everyone esle: "YES IT IS!!"
He went home.
Just out of curiosity, Cal, what college did you go to? My son is looking into to going back, and I want to send him elsewhere. :D
LOL I went to Arkansas State University, in Jonesboro, AR. It's changed a LOT since I was there from what I hear, but it's still a pretty good school academically. I think I was there at just the right convergence of stars to make for a few years of really memorable people and events to come into my life. Man, the stories I could tell...... LOL
OH, and regarding an earlier story about the dope dealer and the gun nut, maybe someday I'll tell my story about a girl, a bonfire, a pistol, a park ranger, and some really bad windowpane acid. Not gaming related, but still...
Good times...
Okay, here's a more light-hearted weird players story from back when I was in college (circa 1990, give or take a year). We played Friday nights in one of the academic buildings. Anyway, one of my players was an animal science major, and that semester, he had a half-day hands-on class that took place in one of the large-animal barns. The class got out about 45 minutes before the game was scheduled to begin, so for the first game of that semester (late August-- temps were in the 85F range), he walked straight from the animal barn to the gaming room.
So, he walked into the stuffy and not-air-conditioned classroom reeking of animal dung and body odor. The conversation went something like,
Me: "Hey, Walt [not his real name], did you just come from the Large-Animal Barn?"
Walt: "Yup. Had to hurry to make it on time."
Me: "You know, I'm sure you're really tired from working with the cows all day. We'd be happy to wait half an hour if you want to run home and wash up."
Walt: "Nah, I'm fine. I don't want to delay getting started."
Me: "No, really, we'd all be happy to wait for you to head back to your place, or the gym, and wash up. It was kind of a hot day."
Walt: "Yeah, it was a hot day, I was sweating like a pig, but it's cooled off now, so let's go!"
Me: [pause, looking around at everyone else shaking their heads] "Uh, Walt, I was trying to be polite here, but we'd all really like you to head back home, take a shower, and change before we start."
[Enthusiastic nods all around.]
Walt: "Whaddaya mean? I'm fine. Let's play!"
Me: [sigh] "Walt, you smell like cow sh*t and B.O. Go, home, take a shower, change, and then come back. We'll wait."
Walt: "Oh, come on, it's not that bad!"
Everyone esle: "YES IT IS!!"He went home.
Did he come back?
OH, and regarding an earlier story about the dope dealer and the gun nut, maybe someday I'll tell my story about a girl, a bonfire, a pistol, a park ranger, and some really bad windowpane acid. Not gaming related, but still...
Good times...
I take it when you say "windowpane acid" you don't mean "acid to be used on windowpanes..."
I take it when you say "windowpane acid" you don't mean "acid to be used on windowpanes..."
You take correctly, sir!
Did he come back?
Actually, yes. He came back in about 45 min. We actually did wait for him, and played a few rounds of Lost Worlds while we waited.
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