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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lonely Tylenol" data-source="post: 3073425" data-attributes="member: 18549">The most disturbing thing I have witnessed personally is also my best "creepy gamer story".  The gamer in question (call him "B") was one of those overweight, unwashed troglodytes that everyone tries to stay away from at cons.  He also had the work ethic of a sloth, and so he ended up on welfare, living on mac & cheese and D&D books.  I met him through the Amiga computer club in my town.  I was about 15, and had been trying unsuccessfully to find a gaming group to play with for ages, and when I found out he played, I signed up.  The group was motley, but actually not that bad.  Just you average Canadian white trash guys, all over 30.  I was the odd one out, being a kid.Anyway, I managed to get another friend of mine allowed in the group, and we spent a lot of time together as a result.  I used to trade Amiga games with B, and one day my friend and I went over to his place (a basement bachelor apartment) to do so.  It was epic in its lowness.  The place was covered with dirty laundry and there was the unmistakable smell of used tissues (IYKWIMAITYD), so strong it was fairly nauseating.  There were porn magazines stacked here and there, and dried-up used bowls and plates.  I'll give him credit though--no drugs or alcohol (he couldn't afford them anyway).  So we sat there on the only available surface, his mattress of questionable merit, and waited while B copied some programs.  We chatted about computers and gaming for a while, and eventually he went to the bathroom down the hall.At this point my friend did something.  I'll never know why, but he reached over and opened a drawer on B's dresser.  Inside were some socks and some cut-up glossy paper.  Closer inspection revealed that the glossy paper was cut from Sears catalogues.  More inspection revealed that all the images were of children modelling underwear.  We replaced the clippings, closed the drawer, and never spoke of it again.  I didn't game with that group for very much longer, and in fact ended up gaming for quite a long time with a peripheral group that was run by another guy on welfare, who was much less of a reprobate.</blockquote>

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