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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Wik" data-source="post: 5442543" data-attributes="member: 40177">Ha.  One weird player I had that I never booted (never got the chance to) but that deserves mention here:An old friend of mine from high school, who unfortunately began doing WAY too many drugs.  I grew up in an old logging town in BC, where most everyone did drugs (out my grad class of around 150, I was one of the five or six who had never touched marijuana... think about that)... and this kid was considered as "the drug kid".  At first, it was okay, and he was really into the games, knew the rules, and was never a disturbance.  I had a "no drugs" rule at my table (due to an unfortunate event a year or two earlier), and he'd always show up fine.  He was actually one of my favourite players to GM for.  And then he got bad.As in, the drugs messed him up bad.  He'd start talking at random about how he had invented a phaser based off schematics he got off the internet.  And he would never, ever blink.  He'd just stare at you, with this weird smirk always on his face that was really creepy.  And yeah, he had personal space issues with everyone.  He wouldn't stop touching people!  It was definitely creepy.  Any of my female friends who were gamers would play once, and then leave, because he would just stare at them with his creepy grin.  I mean, he did it to EVERYONE, but it really made the women uncomfortable, for probably obvious reasons.We'd game without him, for the most part, but sometimes someone would just BRING him to the table.  We all felt sorry for him, since we knew how only a few years earlier he was a relatively normal guy, so we'd let him play.  But they were always weird sessions.Then he started bragging about how the government was giving him money because he had done too many drugs and couldn't get a job (which was true, he was getting disability cheques due to his perma-fried status).  At around that point he went to the skate park, started telling a fifteen year old girl that he was "watching her" and the things he was "going to do to" her, and then followed her as she walked home (she wound up finding a block parent and hid in there until they called the cops).  We patently avoided him from then on.  The few times I see him, I've learned to make plans "next week sometime", knowing there's no way in hell he'll remember to show up (not that he knows where to show up, of course - he never thinks to ask).</blockquote>

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