Teflon Billy
Explorer
The Cardinal said:QFT
If my players were wacky enough to push for a 4e game?
I'd make them pay - literally.
For the books *and* for my services as a DM.
I got paid for my services as a DM once
Community Centres will often pay you to DM (in Canada) but the players are ususally awful children.
Honestly, when the community Centre approached me (via my friend Paul, who was their activities director), the 15 dollars an hour was not a prime motivator.
I was in my "RPG Missionary" phase and thought I was--through the medium of my admittedly awesome GMing skills--going to be bringing in a whole new crop of gamers to the hobby.
The reality of it is that the experience pretty much soured me on the idea of "Gaming with Strangers", "Gaming with Youngsters" and hell, even "Gaming with the Poor"
Firstly, the table was basically about half kids with zero interest in playing. They had just been dumped their by their moms as the cheapest daycare on the list. They sucked. "No attention span too short" seemed to be the motto.
Even they were better than the handful of doughy white kids whose entire imaginary output seemed to be Themselves as inner-city Black Gangstas.
The rest of the table was kids/teens who "just couldn't get it", and by "get it" I don't mean the math, or the setting or even concepts like "let's pretend"...I mean really simple stuff.
Names. Names as you and I know them were out of the question. The concept was utterly lost on them.
Names seemed pretty easy to me. Really. I wasn't looking for anything culture-specific...just something that was recognizably a name.
The best one kid could do was I Really Rule. Apparently that's a name.
Another could manage It's not Rape, it's surprise sex in the Name: ______ section of the character sheet. When I asked what that was supposed to mean, he said that was his name on MSN messenger.
The kid who literally couldn't think of another name for his character than Eminem (despite attempting--and sweating from the difficult thought process--to do so for 10 minutes) was starting to look better and better. :\
The lone girl at the table was just a fat schlub who didn't seem to know why she was there, and seemed perfectly content to stuff her face with chips. Bags and bags of chips. One after the other.
The game itself was beyond idiotic. The entirety of the actions of most of the non white-gangsta-wannabe players at the table could be selected from the following list...
- I fart at him!
- I hump him!
- HAWHAWHAWHAW
- I kick him in the nuts
That's pretty much it. If they met anyone, those were the available responses.
The Doughy White Gangstas seemed to be unable to get anything done other than throwing gang signs at one another, acting "hard" and talking about weed they had clearly never smoked and "bitches" they had never "turned out".
15 dollars an hour was slavery.