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Putting pineapple on a proper NYC pizza ends with you ending up taking a ride in a pizzaiola's trunk to the Hudson River.Had me a little Mario NY style pizza last night for supper. Needs pineapple...
Putting pineapple on a proper NYC pizza ends with you ending up taking a ride in a pizzaiola's trunk to the Hudson River.Had me a little Mario NY style pizza last night for supper. Needs pineapple...
Putting pineapple on a proper NYC pizza ends with you ending up taking a ride in a pizzaiola's trunk to the Hudson River.
I love splintered shields. Such a great house rule.This is also why I use the "Shields Shall Be Splintered!" rule, and use either the AD&D negative hit points or 5E death save method, to allow for a few rounds before final death.
I do that by curating who sits at the table. I offer a game and those interested sit down to play. It's not the referee's job to entertain everyone or provide them the specific experience they were hoping for. I run the world, the players run their characters. We roll dice when we need to. And everyone's there to be surprised. You can't play to find out what happens if you've already decided what's going to happen.Oh, also, that's absolutely your job as referee: to facilitate an experience everyone at the table will enjoy. If your style is one way, and some players have other expectations, you have to let them know; the reverse is also true.
You should apologize for not enjoying the things I enjoy as much as I enjoy them.
That's right. Y'all need to suck it up and start loving the Nickelback.
More importantly, you need to hate things with the same giddy fervor that I do.
I am the Snarf with the most cake. I love D&D so much, but those bards I hate. I fake it so real, I am beyond fake.
And someday you will hate like I hate.
You never made it as a wise man
You couldn't cut it as a cleric healing
You tired of playing as a good man
Now you wants to play a class that's unappealing
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what Bards really are
This is how you remind me
Of what Bards really are
You never will say that you're sorry
Play a different Bard but the same old story
You play a class that's godforsaken
Another cutting word and my mind is achin'
You say that I 'm wrong, Bards are fine
Same jokes scrape the bottom of every barrel
These five words in my head
Scream "Do you hate enough yet?"
Totally. Nobody is required to actively want all legitimate genres or dramatic forms or ends. You get to pick your fiction, games, and ends much like you get to pick your pizza toppings.
The understanding that it is okay to be wrong needs to be for both the person who is wrong AND the people around them.
I must recognize that it is okay for me to be wrong.
You must recognize that it is okay for me to be wrong.
Repeat for every "I" and "you".
Oh, also, that's absolutely your job as referee: to facilitate an experience everyone at the table will enjoy. If your style is one way, and some players have other expectations, you have to let them know; the reverse is also true. But you have ultimate power in the game to frame how things occur, while still following the roll of the dice. Ultimate power. But with ultimate power comes ultimate responsibility.
Yeah, my statement comes from my experiences coordinating Organized Play tables at conventions. I've seen plenty of groups of one GM + 2/3 players, where the end result is pretty skewed. You get good at identifying possible problem areas. Or, I guess, you field a lot of complaints from dissatisfied con-goers, also an option.An even bigger problem than the referees preference being out of sync with their players--and don't get me wrong, that's a big problem and can happen fairly often--is when their preferences are in sync with some of their players. Because its easy for them to tell themself he's supporting their needs while effectively doing the opposite for some of them.