So, they enter a local village and have a conversation at a local lumber yard with the foreman of the site. After about ten minutes, a third player arrives a little late. No big thing, life happens. The guy arrived with his character already man, which is awesome and appreciated. He was playing a Sidhe from my own White Box Demihumans. The Sidhe are basically Tolkienesque High Elves or True Fey type characters with some minor magic and an aura of grandeur. So I quickly retcon that this character was present during their encounter with the lumber jacks.
The foreman (a rustic village dweller) sees the Sidhe and says "Ahh, a fey!" and spits on the ground and makes a religious sign to protect himself. I felt this was apt for a rural, working class guy who can't even read and lives on the edge of woodlands which are said to be ruled by "savage elves."
So what does the Sidhe do?
"I kill him."
|The lumberjack's face mirrors the other players at|
As this exchange goes down the other two players (and their four characters) back away saying "We're not with this guy." Six other lumberjacks (remember, this is in a lumber yard full of workers) come rushing over, while several more run off to tell the town guard.
The Sidhe continues his attack on the second round, missing again. The lumberjacks attack and deal a solid amount of damage. The Sidhe PC says, when his turn comes back around, "I fall over and play dead."
OK, sure. "Are your eyes open or closed as you're laying there playing dead?"
He pauses in thought, "Open."
"OK," I say. "You see the lumberjack moving forward to raise his axe to chop the head off the mad fey."
So, laying on the ground, surrounded by six lumberjacks armed with axes he says, "I attack."
He misses and lumberjacks all attack, reducing him to exactly zero hit points.
There's a long silence. Sidhe Player finally says, "So... zero is..."
I cut in, "...dead. The character is dead."
"OK. Bye!" And he drops call. Gone in a flash.
There was a long silence between the three of us who remained and I just went "OK guys, none of that happened."
We merrily went on our way and they began to explore the village and descend into the well.
The whole night I was just in this kind of numb shock. It reminded me of gaming with an angry ten year old. The player was overly aggressive, didn't pay attention to the details around him (and didn't care when informed of them) and clearly saw nothing wrong with defaulting to deadly violence at the first sign anyone showed anything other than polite subjugation to his character. It was just mind numbing.
I would occasionally mutter about it through the night, but as a DM my job is to keep the game moving forward and give my players an opportunity to have fun. Among the OSR crowd, I've met countless gamers - all who have been respectful of their fellow gamers and not disruptive or destructive to the flow of this game. I had almost forgotten that guys like this were out there. He wasn't someone I knew well - a casual G+ acquaintance with whom I'd had a conversation or two. I just didn't expect that.
Oh well, lesson learned. In any case, we're looking to get together and continue playing next Sunday. I'll just have to be a little more selective than an "open invite" in the future, I suppose.
|Wheaton's Law, kids. Wheaton's Law.|