Aaaarrrrrrgh!
I put up with his 'cheaters dice' when he told us it was a "cry for help." Our group prayed about it (much to the amusement of the non-religious among you here) and we really felt that he was making an honest attempt to play fair.
I even pretended it didn't matter when I caught him fudging on his character sheet and adding wand charges and gold pieces and whatnot between sessions. So what if his 16 Wisdom somehow became an 18? No biggie.
Even that time he "accidentally" wandered into our bedroom instead of the bathroom, I told myself it was a trick of the light that made it look like he was poking through my wife's clothes hamper.
But I Have Had Enough.
Tonight when it came time to pay the pizza guy for our dinner-snack, I collected the dollar bills myself to take to the door. Before I handed them over, I checked the serial numbers on the ones our "friend" contributed. And, yeah, big surprise: Two of them matched the singles I had dropped into our 'piggybank' earlier in the day. (It's on the book shelf; we use it for loose change.)
No confrontation yet. I've got to figure out a way to disconnect this guy from our group without making it a bigger mess. It's doubly hard because I was the one who invited him to attend our church, and he really seems to be making friends in our Sunday school class. And we're partnered up for neighborhood outreach visitations next Thursday night.
I'm open to ideas.
I put up with his 'cheaters dice' when he told us it was a "cry for help." Our group prayed about it (much to the amusement of the non-religious among you here) and we really felt that he was making an honest attempt to play fair.
I even pretended it didn't matter when I caught him fudging on his character sheet and adding wand charges and gold pieces and whatnot between sessions. So what if his 16 Wisdom somehow became an 18? No biggie.
Even that time he "accidentally" wandered into our bedroom instead of the bathroom, I told myself it was a trick of the light that made it look like he was poking through my wife's clothes hamper.
But I Have Had Enough.
Tonight when it came time to pay the pizza guy for our dinner-snack, I collected the dollar bills myself to take to the door. Before I handed them over, I checked the serial numbers on the ones our "friend" contributed. And, yeah, big surprise: Two of them matched the singles I had dropped into our 'piggybank' earlier in the day. (It's on the book shelf; we use it for loose change.)
No confrontation yet. I've got to figure out a way to disconnect this guy from our group without making it a bigger mess. It's doubly hard because I was the one who invited him to attend our church, and he really seems to be making friends in our Sunday school class. And we're partnered up for neighborhood outreach visitations next Thursday night.
I'm open to ideas.
