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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Gumby" data-source="post: 1325316" data-attributes="member: 510">How I left my last gaming group:We were all teachers for the Anchorage School District - I taught U.S. History at Bartlett High School, Jack and Amy worked over at neighboring elementary schools, and the other two (who often didn't show up because they could never budget their time, and were always making lesson plans at two in the morning) taught over at Romig Junior High.  The DM was Jake (not to be confused with Jack), and he taught math at East High.  Wonderfully, we all smoked, so there wasn't any difficulties with asthma or allergies or anything.Jake was okay when he wasn't gaming, but give him a DM hat and the guy was an amazingly arrogant bastard.  He'd cut people off mid-sentence, blatantly ignore character backgrounds, re-arrange things so that monsters weren't where they were two rounds ago, and things like that.  The way he saw it, the game was his to run, and the players should just stay the hell out of his way if they didn't like it.  But the big problem was... he'd correct people's math.  When he wasn't even right.  These arguments would sometimes take a half an hour, and everyone would be so upset that we'd just end the session early and take off.  We kept coming back though, and I'm still not sure why.The night I left, I was playing a dwarven thrower (not the artifact, just a Dwarf Fighter who threw hand-axes about), and out of nowhere, Jake decided to change the damage for hand-axes from 1d6 to 1d4.  He claimed that to really do any damage with a thrown axe, I'd have to hit the target solidly with enough of the blade to do some serious chopping damage, and given the fact that the axes were twirling about, there was no sure way to do that.  I objected of course, as I was already sixth level, had weapon focus and weapon spec, and certainly didn't appreciate my weapon being nerfed months into the campaign.We stood over the table and yelled at each other for about five minutes, and by then I had had enough.  I grabbed a crystal ashtray and chucked it at his face.  It hit him right below the left eye, right where the bony protruding part of the eye socket sticks out the most and sort of shifts into the cheekbone.  It broke the lens of his glasses, and quite a bit of blood dripped out.  I didn't really notice how much blood, because I was jumping up and down, waving my arms like a gorilla, and screaming, "HOW MUCH DAMAGE DID THAT DO, JAKE?  HOW MUCH DAMAGE?  YOU THINK A D4 OR A D6?"Amy (who was crying - turns out she and Jake were seeing each other behind Jack's back) grabbed a steak knife, brandished it at me, and yelled, "YOU STAY AWAY FROM HIM!"  I just roared, picked up all my dice, and threw them all down on the gaming table, scattering them everywhere.  (Lost a good d20 that way.)   There was lots of swearing which I won't repeat here, and I eventually stormed off to my car and left, after slamming Jake's front door so hard the wreath fell off (this was Christmas-time, a month or so back).Jack told me a week ago that Jake ended up with three stitches, and told the ER doctor he fell down some stairs.  Jack kinda found the whole thing funny in retrospect, because Amy left him for Jake.  Jack and I are going to start up an Exalted campaign next weekend, which should be fun.</blockquote>

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