Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Gaming Goob

What a day.

I won't bore you with those details, but let me bore you with a gaming conversation I had.  To preface this I work in a place that helps people with, let's just call them extreme personalities.  Two of my newbs from my former newb group have found a new game.  The new GM came up me today and said "I got a bone to pick with you."

I know this guy for a while.  And to give you snapshot of his thinking, if he reads one paragraph about a race car he is now the world's best race car driver and mechanic.  "I heard you wouldn't let your players kill any prisoners.  That's wrong." [Goob]

To me arguing about gaming is like arguing religion and politics.  Everyone gets louder, no one listens and at the end no one has changed their mind.  I love having discussions and philosophize about gaming, arguing got no interest. I do not like letting my hobby cross over into my work.  And as far as I was concerned he started pissing in my soup.

"Other party members kept them from killing the prisoners.  And it was one prisoner.  And that's the one they needed to keep alive to get paid.  How's you're game going?" [Me]

"I still don't think you know what you're doing." [Goob]

"Cool.  How many sessions are you into?" [Me]

"Two.  You should have let them kill the prisoners."  [Goob]

"Tell you what, why don't you have them capture someone in your game and let your players hack'm to bits.  Now this is where I am ending this conversation.  I'm working.  And arguing to you about how I GM would be like arguing with a 6 year old about how to drive a car."  [me]

"I've been playing longer than you have.  I was there in the beginning." [Goob]

"Ah, well tell Gary and Dave I said hi." [me]

After that I was able to get him to talk about the adventure he's running.  He is using 2.5 edition.  *shrug*  The adventure itself sounded okay.  But he plays a very confrontational GM.  He's a kinda me vs. you kinda guy.  He laughed about how many times he'd killed them already.  "I want to kill ten of each their characters." [goob]

Later I had an appointment with one of my former newb players that was now in the goob's game.

"So how's the game been going?" [me]

"Not bad.  But he won't let me use my dice you got me."  [newb]

"What?  Why not?"  [me]

"We're only allowed to use his dice."  [newb]

"Okay.  First I've heard of that.  Why?"  [me]

"He said that way no ones gets an advantage rolling different dice.  The dice you gave me might be weighted down."  [newb]

"Apparently he wasn't at our last game when you couldn't hit shit in a pig farm."  [me]

So there you go.  My poor newbs have been gobbled up by a goob GM.  But I still think they are having fun.  I told the goob if he needed help to let me know.  I would still be happy to help out if I could.  Just not during work.

What a day.