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02/20/12(Mon)20:00 No.18032638GM drops his dice and closes his laptop. He takes a really deep breath and lets it out, eyes dramatically closed. Let me describe him again as many of you believe he is a fatass. Jelly GM is not exactly a huge guy. He looks more like a skinny, tall person whose muscles had suddenly turned to fat, like a clammy, molten wax figure. He's pale, clean shaven and generally slug-like. Definitely a rare but not too unusual body build. "I thought you guys could have been more mature about this. Especially you, [my name], but no, you just had to go and kill important NPCs and fuck up my story."
I was seething, but didn't have the energy to have an outburst like I usually do in these situations. "Listen, Pete, what story. You want us to travel the galaxy knocking up women. The first thing you tried with Victim is to get her pregnant, isn't that right? RPGs are about story and adventure, most of all about fun and playing a character. At no point do fetishes come in. You based your whole SETTING around your fetishes." That was the gist of what I said. I know you guys wanted me to burn or punch his shit, but let's get realistic here. He interrupted me many times while I spoke and we hada back and forth.
He said he wanted to run a mature game for mature players who would tolerate his world. I said that he wanted to get his jollies by impregnating make-believe women left and right. Victim stayed silent but Friend chimed in with a "Seriously man, there are way more pregnant women than there needed to be. I just wanted to run around and have space adventures." |
