One of my players fought a motel room.
He was and (to some extent) still is a horrendous metaplayer. You gotta to be an amateur poker-player to be able to GM to him.
So we were playing modern and they were chasing an assassin. Mr. metagamer went to check the motel room where he had been living, unbeknowst that the assassin already was thousands of miles away.
So he entered the dark motel room, which I described in the most Bladerunnerish way I could.
"I look around."
(I roll dice)
"You see nothing."
"What?! I look under the bed!"
(I roll again and make Mona Lisa impression)
He tossed all the furniture around and in the end of a long struggle, he was hiding behind bed and aiming at the closet. After storming the closet in SWAT-style he asked about the window in the room. He kept staring out the window, while I roll dice. Again and again.
Despite the punitive measures, I feel that this experience helped to overcome his metagaming ways. At least I like to think so.
He was and (to some extent) still is a horrendous metaplayer. You gotta to be an amateur poker-player to be able to GM to him.
So we were playing modern and they were chasing an assassin. Mr. metagamer went to check the motel room where he had been living, unbeknowst that the assassin already was thousands of miles away.
So he entered the dark motel room, which I described in the most Bladerunnerish way I could.
"I look around."
(I roll dice)
"You see nothing."
"What?! I look under the bed!"
(I roll again and make Mona Lisa impression)
He tossed all the furniture around and in the end of a long struggle, he was hiding behind bed and aiming at the closet. After storming the closet in SWAT-style he asked about the window in the room. He kept staring out the window, while I roll dice. Again and again.
Despite the punitive measures, I feel that this experience helped to overcome his metagaming ways. At least I like to think so.
