So...I had plans to run a WFRP game for my son and some of his friends, but got stood up as they were invited by another friend for D&D and a sleep over. Very conflicted emotions.
But the long and short of it is that little prepubescent rival GM doesn't know what he's unleashed.
Step 1. Enter middle-schooler GM snotling into my Book of Grudges.
Step 2. Shave the sides of my head, dye my mohawk orange, and get it it to stand up with animal fat.
Step 3. Grow a beard and dye it orange; get a lot of tattoos.
Step 4. Get a battle axe.
Okay, fine, a Nerf battle axe. I can still mess up a middle school D&D game as a Troll Slayer with a nerf battle axe.
A troll slayer with a 50+ year old, human, dad bod is somehow more disconcerting than a ripped Dwarf.