Eosin the Red said:
We had a couple show up for a game once - they seemed pleasant enough but every once in awhile they would start muttering some gutteral gibberish to each other and then snicker. Unable to stand being in the dark - I asked what they were doing - turns out that they were speaking Klingon to each other. They were big Trek fans and memorized the language so that they could talk to each other without fear of being overheard.....creepy but not too bad, until they explained that it had improved their love life.
They did not come back -- the vision of someone yelling in Klingon while ....well.... you know what I mean.
Hell, me and my wife unit considered learning Klingon and speak it. BUT, the prime reason for it was that we have kids and we wanted to make sure we could communicate without them understanding.
But now they're teens (the kids) and are in the "what ?" phase, you know, you tell them something in their face and they don't get it, so it's ok now.
When I saw the thread title I wanted to tell some stories of my own, but it just won't hold with all the whacked up stuff I read so far.
Well...
There was this guy that was a food stealer. He would steal anyone's grub. The first time I gamed with him, the DM's mum brought a huge bowl of donuts and put it on the table. I mean about 30 donuts. I was new at that game. As soon as she leaves, one of the players proceeded to put the bowl as far away from the food thief as possible. He looked very sad but didn't say anything. I felt pitty, and he kept looking at the bowl during the game.
So I take the bowl (nobody noticed) and put it close to him, and got back to the game. Five minutes later I look back at him, and the friggin bowl was empty. One of the players noticed, and the DM looked at me and said "#%^@! christ, why did you do that ?" to me.
At another game, I was holding a big bag of chips. I wasn't playing, so I was standing up beside the DM, watching the game. All of a sudden, I feel something kreeping in my bag (OF CHIPS !!!), turn around, and there he is, his arm elbow deep in the bag. I lower the bag, but he follows. Seriously, I say "Don't do that" but he just looks at me, is hand still grasping the biggest handful possible.
He would always grab people's snacks without ever asking.
OK, he's not creepy, but I just felt like typing it up. It was eerie. Guess you had to be there.