painandgreed
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Emirikol said:Let's hear yours!
There was one long running D&D campaign I was in with a really good DM, except, about once a game session (which ran from noon to midnight every Sun), would get into an arguement with a player. It was about 50/50 who I thought was in the wrong for any given arguement, but once it started, I knew what was coming, would excuse myself and go to the store to buy munchies and something to drink. I'd come back and they'd still be argueing. The arguing would usually take about an hour and result in some change in the rules that would get written in the big book of house rules. It was usually over spells as the magic user would figure out a near way to use a 1E spell (such as using Sepia Snake Sigil on a near dead PC to protect him from harm rather than on the monster attacking) and the DM wouldn't like it and nerf it.
The biggest freak out I saw was in a Vampire LARP. Second session and the agenda was to decide on a Prince and various people were making their pleas and bargining. Then the noticably absent shoe in showed up with some thugs and began to take control. After some words were excahnged between characters he told one of his thugs to apprehend the other player. The (rather large) thug took a few quick and determined steps towards the guy and the guy flipped, threw his drink in the guys face, hit him a couple of times, and then ran. Everybody was sort of stunned and the first comment was by the ST saying "I suspect that was a violation of the no touching rule." I talked to the guy that freaked later and he appologised to some of us, but was still sure that guy was really coming at him and he had to fight. Needless to say, he never tried to rejoin the LARP.
The for the last one, I'm the guilty party. Understand it was the 80's and I was a punk rocker and had an attitude to defend. Me and my normal gamer friends were in an elevator at a gaming/sci-fi con riding up to our room. As usual for the time period, I had a mohawk, black lipstick and nail polish and ripped clothes. In the elevator with us was an old couple and I overheard the gentleman say, in not a quiet voice to his wife, "Isn't it ridiculous how kids will dress up these days?" I jumped up and yelled "What the *bleep* did you say OLD MAN!" I glared at them and they just stared at the floor not saying anything. It was an uncomforatble silence, especially since this was in the south before MTV made colored hair reasonable to those sort so I was in the wrong no matter what had happened if they talked to hotel management. "We'll get to our floor and I'll never see them again", I thought. They got off first. "Well, 50/50 chance they'll go the opposite direction from us." Nope. "Ok, they'll keep going and won't see where I'm staying." Nope, turns out they were in the room right next door to ours. We hurried in and never spoke of it again and I never saw the couple either. A few years later, a friend who was in the elevator said "Remember that time you scared Robert Bloch?" and proceeded to describe in detail me yelling at the con's guest, including another recounting read out of the con's fanzine from that time because he thought it was the funniest thing in the world, scaring the guy that wrote Psycho.