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P&P 2.0: When DMs become DMPCs, and PCs become NPCs. With a twist!

So, me and a group of friends decided to get into pen and paper. We're not really experienced, aside from our DM, who has played multiple games and systems when he was studying abroad - Perfect choice for a DM, right? Since we're from a part of the world where "The Dark Eye" originates from, we decide to get into this system and go for it. I buy the rulebooks, read the whole thing and get some character sheets up for me and the party - A process that took us weeks, just to make sure we did it right.

Meet our players; A Dwarf Bard (me), a Human Rogue and a Humand Soldier. Nothing extraordinary, and not really relevant. We meet up as agreed beforehand, and start our adventure.

Right off the bat we start to notice a few oddities. While on one hand the DM hands us out some pretty detailed materials like hand drawn maps and sketches of weapons, like a fancy epic spear, but he keeps stumbling across the story. NPC names change, plot holes, inconsistencies. He is obviously making things up on the fly, doesn't take notes and forgets his own story. Whenever a big plot hole pops up, he patches it with newer, spontaneously made up information. Great.

As the session(s) went on, it was pretty clear that we're winging it. To keep this bearable for you, let me summarize:

- We barely use our dice. Maybe once or twice per session.

- He has obviously no idea what the rules are, and therefore avoids combat, or never uses a skill check.

- There is no meaningful interaction for us. A few yes/no decisions, almost no way to play

- The only time we got to "play freely" were downtimes in camp, where we were expected to improvise roleplay with no purpose or topic. We started asking for skips.

- Every session there was at least one DMPC that was the main protagonist, he literally talked to himself for extended periods of time, while we were sitting there giving eachother annoyed looks

I am a veteran Ultima Online Roleplayer, so I'm pretty familiar with staying in character, but as our sessions go on, I can't help it and push the boundaries of what he's putting us through. I start forcing him into scenarios to spice things up, and that's when the whole thing started going to shit. But he doesn't know how to handle my outrageous antics, so he kind of just lets them happen.

As we approach the end of our journey, we're supposed to storm the house of the big baddie. It's in a city, surrounded by a ton of guards, and he has a very specific thing in mind on how we're supposed to enter this building (more on this in a second). I don't give damn and I do what a bard would do: as I am swimming in money, I leave the party to do my thing - I cautiously start telling him what I'm doing, and he goes along with it, but I make sure he doesn't realize the full extent yet so I'm not getting shut down. I go back into the city and start riling up the beggars and homeless, offering them coins upfront, with promises of more if they show up to said house in an hour. By the time I make it back, there's a revolt going on and shit's lit, yo.

People are breaking into the mansion, from the front, from the back, overwhelming all the guards. There's a slaughter going on, so my party takes the opportunity and uses the chaos to get in and face the big baddie. All the guards end up dead, even though they've probably killed all the beggars, too. Doesn't matter. What matters is that ONE SPECIFIC guard survived miraculously, and he just refused to die repeatedly. As with every other DMPC he starts tagging along, but for once, this guy seems to have a very elaborate background story. Guess what?! We were supposed to find this specific guy and get him to help us. Why? No clue.

Remember the epic spear I've mentioned shortly at the beginning? Well, it was broken then, but lucky for us, new guy over here is not only very proficient with them, he also knows a guy that is able to repair said spear. And since he can use them well, he might aswell keep it, right?

We wrap up the rest of the story in an hour or

Dongs'n'Dragons: The yaoi stikes back

Ahoy reditors. Gotta use my alt here since "bad boi" loves monitoring my posts as he was a beholder. To be honest, I don’t see anything particularly horrible in this story, but several guys said that it makes their blood boil. So here i am, 22 year old girl from Russia - GM, university student, graphomaniac. Despite my love of giving players freedom, I always limit "nsfw" topics until my players do not openly express their desire to visit my Magical Realm. So basicly never. But every rule has an exception.

The cast here is not really important. 2 girls 2 guys to one of which I will refer to as "Bad Boi". You know the type. Bad boi was a 4 level Chaotic Neutral tiefling rogue. He was wearing a dark cloak with a large musketeer's hat. His hotnes could melt the hearts and icebergs. But thankfuly he had cooled himself in the dark corner of the taverns, wich he did most of his time. Don Juan for women of early puberty.

In one of the sessions, the party met a female dragonborn who was the daughter of a local blacksmith. From this moment, the behavior of tiefling has changed dramatically. At first, he gave her presents and invited her to gatherings in the park, which was pretty sweet. Sometimes he climbed into her window at night leaving roses ,witch was weird but okay to me. Everything was acceptable until he asked when her father would be far from home.

I was a complete fool not paying attention to this moment. Sometimes it's amazing how I even made it to my years without getting into a van with sweets and smiley clowns. Anyway she told bad boy something like:

Zera (Dragonborn's name): "Father will visit Zenax next night, but it is doubtful that he leaves his daughter alone."

Bad Boi: "Do not worry my lady, you will never be alone."

Moving on to next day. I was expecting a short dating scene. Bad boi bought some tea and came to her house through window (because regular doors are not romantic enogh) after her dad left the house. So he gets into her room ,a little bit of smaltalk, he asks her to bring something to eat ,she lefts the room and he pours sleeping potion into her cup. After this he describes how he entangles her with his ropes, puts her onto bad, and fucks her till the morning.

Everybody imidetly gulp their tongues. A moment of akward silence. I was so frustrated that i did not really controled mythelf anymore. Something awakend inside me, something ancient, and it was very very bad. Talking with a bastard and stoping the game because some horny boy wants to fuck up with my rules? Kick the bastard out and leave a bad taste? OH HELL NAH, he will not get out with it so easily! Bad boys must be punished!

So i copy an evil grin of his and ask him to describe how he gets out of his equipment and his clothes. So after bad boi unholsters his flesh dagger the door gots busted out revealing well-built blue male Dragonborn. What the bastard did not know that Zera's father asked his son to look after his house while he was out. He spotted an open window and immediately gets the point what is going on. The scene was speaking for itself. A naked red boi was standing near brother's entagled sister.

Bad Boi: "Who the fuck are you?" *tryes to grab the dagger behind him but fails*

Kai (Brother's name): "The one who are you fucking with ,tiefling. I gonna beat your ass so hard, that a new shade of red will appear on it"

The fight starts. Since it was the third floor jumping out of window was not an option. Bad Boi starts to run away from frustrated male by crawling on bookshelves and jumping from one table to another, until eventually, he ends up hanging on a chandelier. The party (exept that guy) started giggleling atm.

Unfortunately for him, 220 volts was enough to finally lower his ego from heaven to earth. The ground war starts, and after four rounds of gachimuchi bad boi is bound with his own ropes and pressed face-fist to the floor.

Bad Boi: "Listen dude i was not having anything with your sis, she welcomed me in the house by herself that means she agreed!"

His face looke

Player kept trying to sell my droid character to NPCs along with being racist towards droids.

So my friends and I have a Discord server where we all chat and hang out. A few months ago, we managed to get a group of us to form a D&D group. We had a rocky start and our ups and downs, but much fun was had. We've had a few people volunteer to DM, and the most recent one offered to do a Star Wars 5e campaign based on the conversion we found.

We'd been pretty excited to do the campaign, and I ended up making a Class IV Droid fairly early on. What I didn't know is that apparently it is canon to be racist towards droids? One of the other players made a Harch(?) character that was apparently very racist towards droids. But I wouldn't find out until early on in the first session.

Shortly after all of our characters met up for the first time together, the Harch character immediately tried to pawn my character off to the bartender, completely unprompted. It was a decent enough joke if it was a one-off, but a pattern very quickly emerged.

We left to find a general store to purchase weapons, and when it came to the Harch's turn to speak, he immediately inquired about selling my character to the vendor. He kept offering lower and lower prices, and when the vendor adamantly refused to buy a new droid, the Harch offered money to the shopkeeper to take me. He would also often talk about how droids aren't people, and you wouldn't be courteous to your tools like a wrench. It was a fair point to some degree, and my Droid at the time didn't bother responding because he wouldn't have cared what the party members were saying as long as the mission objectives were being completed. I did however message the friend outside of D&D at this point and say that the droid hate was starting to get old. I didn't receive a response, but I hoped they would ease off.

Boy was I wrong. He kept going on about how droids aren't people and saying rude or racist things about droids, sometimes even changing an entirely different conversation back to this topic. At this point I was really tired of having verbal abuse being hurled at my character, so at the intermission, I messaged the DM with my concerns over how aggressively hostile the Harch was being. He agreed that it was going a bit overboard and went to talk to the other player. I also sent the player a few messages on why I felt the droid hate was going overboard, but received no reply from him.

Thankfully, he stopped mentioning selling my character after that, and I thought it was great to have talked it out like adults. The rest of the session was pretty fun, like the D&D from past campaigns. However, the next day, in the D&D text chat, he was talking with other players about some stuff related to the campaign, and it came up again where he was reiterating that it was canon that people were racist to droids. I was reminded of the really terrible first half of the session, and I just don't have the mental energy to deal with the negative energy this player was going to put out towards droids.

Maybe I'm just a bit weak-willed, but I don't want to have to deal with all that shit, so I messaged the DM that I was considering dropping out because of that stuff and the player. I asked one other friend who's in the campaign if I was being reasonable, and he said I was being drastic, so I don't really know. The DM said he hoped I'd show up to next week's session, and at the moment I'm undecided. I mostly wrote this because the whole situation has put me in a foul mood today. I might change my mind when I'm in a better state of mind, but I kinda wanted to vent and get this frustration off my chest.

For the record, I hold no hard feelings towards my DM, because it's his first campaign and session, and I know how hard it is to get everything to work right. I feel kinda bad that this thing even had to come up. I will also say this is completely written from my point of view, and is incredibly biased in my favor. It's entirely possible I just reacted poorly to some lighthearted jokes.

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The GM Railroaded the Lawful Good Paladin to Kill the Bard/Cleric HE Tricked Into Aligning With a Chaotic Evil God

Hey everyone! Long time lurker, first time poster and all that. This is a long one, so strap in! Most of us are still playing this game, though there’s definitely some hurt feelings over many things that have happened. All of the names have been changed in this story.

So, our story starts with our chaotic neutral (CN) Bard of Whispers (let’s call her Mary, for the sake of this) asking the GM (Simon) if they’d be cool with a bard/cleric multiclass. Simon agreed, pretty enthusiastically! Mary asked if he would be alright with introducing the Norse pantheon into the game. She wanted to be a war cleric that worshipped Odin, as she had been reading up on Norse mythology and had a cool idea of becoming a Valkyrie of sorts. Again, Simon agreed, so Mary started looking for signs in game that Odin wanted to bring her into the fold.

This is where the nightmare begins.

On one occasion, Mary sees an old man surrounded by grackles while we’re out adventuring, and he speaks to her. If you know of the myth, this is a decent interpretation of Odin. Mary has a couple of dreams where the same old man surrounded by grackles appears and speaks to her there as well. In one of the dreams, the old man requests that she make a sacrifice with alcohol, fire, and a body. At this point, some of you may realize what’s going on, but Mary’s new to D&D and this request doesn’t sound out of place for a Norse god. There were a couple more experienced players with us at the time, including myself, and none of us thought twice about it, either.

We go to the local bar, buy some liquor, make our way out to the desert, run into a creature that then attacks us, and decide that body will be good enough. Mary pours the liquor on the body and sets it ablaze, as per the instructions of the old man.

We play the game for a bit as it takes a while for us to get to the next level, and when Mary levels up, she wakes up with a holy symbol on her chest! A holy symbol depicting black antlers. A holy symbol of the CE god, Beshaba.

Mary’s confused at this point, as Odin typically isn’t depicted by black antlers in most any myth. Beshaba always appeared to her as an old man surrounded by grackles and Beshaba is… well, a young, curvy woman with large breasts and a great ass. Pretty much the polar opposite of what Odin would look like.

There was no way, in game, for Beshaba to have known the specifics of what Mary wanted and it makes no sense for Beshaba to appear to her in this fashion without Simon using his meta knowledge of what Mary wanted to manipulate her into making that decision. Had Beshaba just appeared in her true form, Mary never would have gone for it, so Simon had to actively trick her into it.

My Barbarian character and Mary go to a couple of temples to see if they know anything about the holy symbol, and more or less get ran out of both. Mary makes a donation to a Lawful Good (LG) god, and ends up taking damage because her holy symbol burns her in response.

Now, we all roleplay pretty hard; there’s been times at the table where my character has been upset and I’ve cried, and I’m not the only one. In this instance, our LG paladin, Mike, turned into “that guy”. Once he found out that Mary was tricked into following Beshaba, his first response was “If she’s worshipping an evil god and giving them power, I can’t let that slide. I'll have to kill her. Out of respect for her being my friend, I’ll give her a head start.” Oh boy.

Another player at the table, Samantha, is a really experienced player and GM, and decides to go to the temple of Pelor to beg for him to do something, and she ends up tearing out her fake eye to do so, rendering herself unconscious. Someone then rushes into the temple, stabs Samantha several times while she’s unconscious, and kills her. Due to her backstory and some other convoluted stuff, we end up teleporting to the feywild to get her back.

This is the first time Mike and Mary have seen each other since we found out