Quote from: Omega;828866I missed this? What were they doing? Other than what at times feels like incessant bitching about the art in the Cyclopedia?

Well compared to the BECMI art the Cyclopedia art does blow...

IT IS KNOWN.

Quote from: The Ent;828875Well compared to the BECMI art the Cyclopedia art does blow...

IT IS KNOWN.

It is known.

Quote from: One Horse Town;828796remial has too many odd stories for it to be true, so i can only presume trolling, and not amusing trolling at that.

god I wish I were joking or trolling.
the guy who raped his step-daughter, R, did so because he thought his wife, W, was having an affair with the girl's father B. B and R had been friends growing up in West Virginia, and R met W when she went with B to the WV area for spring break.  After the girl was born B and W broke up, but R and W had kept in touch, fell in love and he moved out to South Dakota to be with her. B joined the army, and would come and visit when he was on leave.
R got jealous and raped the little girl.
She started acting out in school, a teacher asked if something was going on at home, and she told the teacher. R never tried to deny it, just admitted it. the police told him not to leave town, and they would arrest him the next day, something about needing 24 hours to bring him up on charges.

Most of the group knew B and W, I met them when I was in college and was for a time B's roommate, which meant that W was my roommate as well.

None of us knew what was going on with R and the girl, because we were all friends, and you don't want to think that your friend is a monster.  Especially one who has the most normal life of any of us.  He had the wife, kids, a good job, social skills, etc.

as for my stories sounding strange, I've been gaming for 30 years or so, my first session was when I was 8 or so, and my babysitter had taken me, my brother and her daughters over to the neighbors while she had coffee with her friend.  All us kids were playing school, because the oldest daughter was older then anyone else, so she got to decide what we did. (this didn't make sense to me at the time, and still doesn't) During "recess" we played hide and seek, I went inside to go to the bathroom and saw the neighbor's 13 year old son playing D&D with his friend. I asked if I could watch, they asked what I was doing, and after I explained, they took pity on me and said that if I were quiet, I could sit and watch.
After about 20 minutes I pointed out where I thought there might be a secret door on the map, the friend made a roll, and sure enough there was. The GM made me create a character (a thief with a silver dagger and leather armor basic D&D) in about 5 minutes and I got hooked. about an hour later, the adults found me downstairs, after the kids started worrying about how no one could find me.
After that the neighbor came over to the babysitter's house.

(sorry went off on a tangent)

my point is that I have been gaming for most of my life, I think we all have weird stories.  I live in a fairly small town in a fly over state.  the local RPG community is not that large, and being isolated from larger communities we are probably weirder then gamers in the big cities.  (Cow tipping?  real thing.  cows don't tip, but drunks still try to do it)

I will also admit that I have crappy social skills, and don't have the best ability to tell what is acceptable to talk about in public or not. But I believe in honesty. and will tell the truth even if it bites me in the ass.

I won't name names, but if you want more info, or want to ask questions by all means PM me.

I really doubt anyone wants all that much more info about your pedo gamer buddies of years gone by, no.

Quote from: remial;828915my point is that I have been gaming for most of my life, I think we all have weird stories.

Not that weird.

Quote from: TristramEvans;828943Not that weird.

This. I've gamed with people lacking in either socail skills or hygeine, or both, but that's as far as it's gone.  No pedoes, or anything like that.

And as much as that sort of thing is prevalent on the net, I sometimes wonder if I'm the minority of gamers...

Quote from: One Horse Town;828796remial has too many odd stories for it to be true, so i can only presume trolling, and not amusing trolling at that.

That reminds me of the time I responded to an ad at my local game shop. Normally I wouldn't do that kind of thing, but I was a huge fan of AD&D but I could never find a group. Basically nobody was playing AD&D back then, of course. (This was back in the '90s.)

Anyway, when I got there they were playing in the basement of this guy's mother's house. It was a little weird and creepy and there was this one guy just kind of sitting in the corner picking his own nose. But whatever.

And then -- holy cow! Bill Clinton showed up! He was the guy running the game! We were playing in this guy's basement because the President was worried his geekery wouldn't play well on the campaign trail, so he'd sneak out of the White House and come over to this guy's house to run AD&D.

Things were okay for awhile, but then things went south. Billy stole my girlfriend. (Did I mention I was dating Monica Lewinski at the time?) And the weird guy picking his nose turned out Jeffrey Dahmer. He'd faked his own death, of course, which was a really cool story I can tell y'all about later. But he ate my sister and that really soured our relationship, particularly when everybody else in the group took his side. And then Bob, who I don't think I've mentioned yet, revealed he was actually an Elder Thing wearing a human suit. Which was fine, except he would just NOT shut up about how awesome THAC0 is.

So that's why I don't play AD&D any more. The fans, man. They're just terrible.

Quote from: Critias;828931I really doubt anyone wants all that much more info about your pedo gamer buddies of years gone by, no.

Quite right. I'm closing this thread and have been informed to warn both remial and tuypo1 that we won't tolerate their pedo-hour stories. Either one of them mention this sort of thing on this site again and they are gone. Fair warning.