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The worst game I've ever played in wasn't actually all that memorable... just an immature DM making up everything (badly) as he went along. Thankfully, it didn't last long.
The second worst game I've ever played in ended in a shouting match. The DM was great, the new 2E campaign we were starting was well-prepared, the participants were all people I knew and liked, and everything got off to a good start. Except for... PLAYER X. We'll call him Ben, because that was his name. He seemed like a pretty nice guy, but I'd never played D&D with him before, so I was totally unprepared for the forthcoming weirdness. You know the kind of players who play D&D like it's a competitive sport that they have to "win"? Ben was that with the Paragon template applied. Over the course of the next two and a half hours, this promising and otherwise fun game devolved into The Ben and Ben Show, starring Ben! And here's your host... Ben! Armed with his firm conviction that the DM would never kill off a character in the first session of a new campaign, he proceeded to ditch the rest of the party and make life as difficult for the DM as possible, because, as we all know, whoever gets the most attention from the DM wins the game.
Forgive me; I can't bring myself to enumerate the interminably long, childish, and aggravating proceedings. I get a headache just thinking about it. Finally, when it became clear that he was not going to let anyone else have fun if he could help it, one of the other players suddenly ripped her character sheet in half and spent the next couple minutes telling Ben, in detail and at considerable volume, just where he could stick his dice bag, and then locked herself in another room until Ben left.
Have I mentioned that these were all adults of age 30 and up? That seems relevant, somehow.
Long story short, that particular campaign died a short, messy death that afternoon, and nobody has seen Ben since. Thank goodness.
The second worst game I've ever played in ended in a shouting match. The DM was great, the new 2E campaign we were starting was well-prepared, the participants were all people I knew and liked, and everything got off to a good start. Except for... PLAYER X. We'll call him Ben, because that was his name. He seemed like a pretty nice guy, but I'd never played D&D with him before, so I was totally unprepared for the forthcoming weirdness. You know the kind of players who play D&D like it's a competitive sport that they have to "win"? Ben was that with the Paragon template applied. Over the course of the next two and a half hours, this promising and otherwise fun game devolved into The Ben and Ben Show, starring Ben! And here's your host... Ben! Armed with his firm conviction that the DM would never kill off a character in the first session of a new campaign, he proceeded to ditch the rest of the party and make life as difficult for the DM as possible, because, as we all know, whoever gets the most attention from the DM wins the game.
Forgive me; I can't bring myself to enumerate the interminably long, childish, and aggravating proceedings. I get a headache just thinking about it. Finally, when it became clear that he was not going to let anyone else have fun if he could help it, one of the other players suddenly ripped her character sheet in half and spent the next couple minutes telling Ben, in detail and at considerable volume, just where he could stick his dice bag, and then locked herself in another room until Ben left.
Have I mentioned that these were all adults of age 30 and up? That seems relevant, somehow.
Long story short, that particular campaign died a short, messy death that afternoon, and nobody has seen Ben since. Thank goodness.