Sigh. The Poo Bomber returned.
After two good, no problem whatsoever sessions, he was a whiney douche. Which is sad because it was a really fun session. Our DM had an AWESOME villain who picked us apart, and the best thing is he wasn't even that powerful, (just 1 level higher than us) just a man with a plan and good use of some 0 level spells. It was cool.
So this could probably go in freakin story hour, but I'm just going to put it here to show what happend. If you ask me, this is all very legit, I'm going to have to ask Poo Bomber what the HELL he thought was so unfair.
Alright:
We're eating breakfast in our hotel in a city were we've had some trouble in the past, so when we see this DM described "super shady guy with a hood" staring in the window, and then take off as soon as we see him, we're curious. I go to the door and when he sees this doubles his speed, and I take off after him, the rest of the party close behind. We have a little chase montage, I round the corner in an alley, and am met by six guys with rifles who open up on me.
The rest of the party shows up, there's some more baddies on the roof, and a gunfight ensues. We make short work of them. After interogating one of the thugs, he tells us they were hired by some guy to kill the party and bring my character back alive. He leads us to the abandoned warehouse were the big bad guy hired them and wanted them to return. We knock out the captured thug and I go check the place out.
Looking in the windows, it's dark, there's lots of crates in there, and a circus tent in the middle of the room. I instantly say "Well this is a trap. I bet anything it's wired to blow or something." We decide to go in anyway.
We go to a side door, check for traps, and it's some sort of modified revolving door that bolts shut to lock people in. Our Tinker disarms it, and we head in. I check a crate, it's full of explosives. I have never seen a location that was more obviously going to be full of traps.
As we're checking it out we hear creaking floorboards above us, and see a light briefly shine the cracks of the floorboards. Some one's up there! Two of us head towards the stairs the other 2 check the tent. The tent is full of torture devices, and a tripwire trap. As I'm heading towards the stairs, I hear someone tinkering with the special locking door from the outside.
I charge the door and kick it open hopeing it'll smack whoever is out there in the face. The door revolves around so I'm outside, locks shut, and a small clown backflips away from the door. I'm locked outside, the rest of the party is stuck inside. The clown screams my name, says he's gonna get his revenge on me and starts throwing knives. (I have no idea who he is) We go at it for a couple rounds and he drops me. Poo bomber player starts freaking out because clown had a kind of high AC. He seemed to think it's unfair and just way too tough. (24 AC. We're 4th level but have some pretty overpowered characters. Our fighter type characters can rock a +10 atk, although we usually opt for multi-shots.)
While this is happening, the rest of party goes "Oh no, it just got real." They decide to go up the stairs, and the poo bomber player, WITHOUT CHECKING FOR TRAPS charges up the stairs, hits a tripwire and causes an explosion, and fails his reflex save. And the stairs are on fire. He starts getting pissy. The party decides to get out as bombs start going off throughout the warehouse. They run to the door and our Tinker starts to use his giant steam powered hammer to break it down.
I suddenly come to consiousness, hands tied behind my back on the upper balcony of the warehouse, and the clown tells me we've met before, and: "Now it's YOUR turn to watch YOUR friends die! How do you like it you sicko?!?!" And puts my head through a glass window so I can watch. Luckily the day before I had purchased an emergency Deringer and Sleight of Handed it up my sleeve for just this occasion. Popped it into my hand, put a shot into the clown and tumbled off the balcony. I nat 20'd my Tumble check, so the DM let me get my hands in front of me. I took off.
In the meantime they take a few rounds to get to the door and break it down while the bombs are going off, poo bomber is just rolling horribly on his saves and taking damage, and just being a DICK about. He went downstairs to get a drink, and the rest of us had a quick meeting about it, the DM decided to just play through it, if it got really bad we'd call him out on it.
When they were almost out and he didn't have much health left, debris started falling and they had to make saves, and he says "why bother, I don't have evasion I'm gonna die" and was being a douche, we all told him to make his effin save, and he rolled a 2, took enough damage to be dropped to negatives and said "see what's the point? we can't win." Another player asked him "Do you not want to play?" And the DM explained that if he HAD made his save, he only would've taken half and still been up. And it was a low DC. Sorry you rolled bad.
At this point he seemed to realize his douchey-ness, apologized and continued playing, albiet fairly sulkily.
They get oustide, the evil clown attacks them, they're beat up as hell. Trying to decide whether to run,or to try and take him (and how). Poo bomber wasn't exactly PISSY at this point, but was saying how basically it's too hard because this guy's AC is too high and that he'll have some kind of crazy trick to "screw us over". In the end the Tinker drops him in one hit with a good roll from his steamhammer.
So there's more to the story with the clown, but I've gone on enough. Game-wise, he was just one level higher then the party, a 5th level Rogue/wizard. He had just set the place up to explode, but that was PAINFULLY obvious. He was the only guy there, he used ghost sound and dancing lights to make it seem like someone was on the 2nd floor. His AC was easily explainable: 10 + 3 for his level (d20 modern rule), +4 dex, +2 leather armor,+4 Shield spell, +1 ring of protection that every member of this evil organization has. He was an awesome character, actually very far from being powerful, just masterfully played by the DM.
Sorry I went on so long, I just wanted to get the whole story out there. Is there anything REMOTELY unfair or way too hard with that scenario? I sure didn't think so, and I think I'm gonna ask poo bomber what exactly he thought was so bad.
So I think next time this happens we're calling him out on it, and I'm not being gentle. We were nice about it last time, but I'm calling him out on his bull#%&*, and if he can't handle it I guess he's done.
It's really too bad, because I thought the problem was solved, and I hope the game, or our frinedship doesn't die if we have to kick him out. And It's really such a great game too, our DM is just amazing.