I didn’t quite understand the rollover comment…why do the players have sticky fingers…? or do i really not wanna know?
Just that some players are fine with all manner of horrible monsters, but balk at a little physical discomfort.
Absolute truth. Both the other guy that GM’s our group and myself put those niggling little details in game. When I draw maps for castles/mazes/lairs I always include sleeping chambers and privies. One of my players was giving me a hard time about it so the next map I drew without privies.
Then I gave him a severe case of diarrhea.
No one complained about my details anymore…
soda and snack foods create sticky situations.
Especially the snacks I put in my mouth during gaming sessions. Mmm, good times.*
*Not really. 🙁
Get my minatures sticky and we’ll have more than words. >(
I gamed (briefly) with a guy who’s dice were ALWAYS sticky. And they smelled. If any of his dice touched your dice, the only thing to do was to throw yours away. And he was always trying to borrow dice. (shudder)
Are you sure you don’t you want me to get your miniature sticky? 😉
This sounds like the ‘gaming’s like this’ stories we get off of one of the guys at our table. When we met him he was just coming out of a fairly toxic gaming group. They’d been playing confrontational style D&D for about 20 years and it was a bit like a failing marraige. Some of the tales he comes out with just have us open jawed in disbelief and when he is GMing we make sure to remind him we’re not them!
In one game there was a TPK because they got lost in the desert and ran out of water.
In another the whole game was about climbing a very tall mountain almost purely so they would be forced to leave their armour behind and occasionally a failed climb check would kill someone.
I’m very glad I never gamed with that group (not that I’d have stuck around long!)
You can take that kind of thing to extremes. When I was first playing, we paid no attention to things like food, rations, water, but accommodation when in towns got paid for. We then realised at one point we were in the middle of the desert and the only water we had between us was a single pint flask left over from character creation.
The GM conjured up an oasis with travelling merchants where we could buy water skins, and away we went.
The flip side is when something becomes a spreadsheet game wherein you spend most of your time maintaining ledgers about how much stuff you have.
There was one module I read where they said something along the lines of to get up the mountain you will need to have 30 days food for the whole party. Mules are available to carry loads but because of the needs to feed them, and there isn’t good forage in the mountains, they will need to have food carried. This needs more mules to carry the fodder.
Oh, and if you have mules, then you need someone to look after them. Oh, you don’t have anyone with animal care? You need a muleskinner to look after them. Oh, and he will want feeding and paying too.
In the end, to get a part of 4 people into the mountains and back, you will need to have about 8 mules, a muleskinner, or two to be safe, and many bales of fodder and water.
Then there is a random encounter where you get attacked by goblins armed with shortbows and in the module it says that they aim for the (Unarmoured) mules killing several of them.
I think that there should be a balance in all of these kinds of things, because if it is too unrealistic, what is the point of having any rules? If it is too restrictive, what is the point in playing? Each group has their natural level which they like complexity, it is just a case of finding it, and doing what the players want.
“The flip side is when something becomes a spreadsheet game wherein you spend most of your time maintaining ledgers about how much stuff you have.”
Accountancy – The Game!
*plays deranged IRS auditor against Orald*
Everybody sing along!
That goblin encounter is just there to be a total jerk to the players since any raider with two braincells to rub together wants to capture the damn beasts, not kill them.
Maybe the goblins were just hungry?
I once GMed a party who when they ran out of food ended up shooting an arrow in the ass of a Cyclops (12′ tall, one eyed humanoid monster) because none of them could hunt worth a damn and read tracks even less. Said party was convinced that said Cyclops was a moose up until the moment he jumped up yelling and swearing trying to pull out the damn arrow from his buttcheck.
Good times….. 😆
Sounds like Deer season.
Hm, you guys have given me a fun idea for an upcoming Dark Sun game…
Cannibalism? That’s always fun!
What’s the term to use when it’s a humanoid and not an exact human though? Do half-elves count as humans for the purpose of cannibalism? Is it morally sound to eat humanoids? If given the choice between eating a human and several kinds of humanoids, what would be the order of magnitude of the offense?
Hey, “Mighty Hunter” – Your name isn’t Dick Cheny is it?
Geez, you almost kill somebody and they never stop talking about it. 😐
Hmm, if you did kill someone they would atleast shut up about it….
So they’re wearing armors(and not just metal ones) without any apparent clothing underneath and only now they’re complaining about chafing? Good gods, think of Enkidu’s chain shirt(?) interacting directly with his abundant chest hair.
Half Orcs skin I can imagine is not fairy princes soft, I am sure he is fine.
This is kind of pushing the envelope, I mean unless their in a sand-storm sand just doesn’t magically crawl into your clothing. I often found the more realistic you make your game the less you actually want to play it.
Clearly our unseen DM is the sort of enlightened individual who has a keen understanding and appreciation of the fact that voluntary recreational activity has to be something that all of its participants want to engage in and enjoy sufficiently to put up with his fugly, annoying ass. Clearly he’s inflicting detailed discomfort because the players enjoy that, right? It absolutely must be so because this DM couldn’t possibly be an immature jerk.
LOL! I love reading comments like this.
“You get me. You really get me.” (snif!)
*bows* I aspire to make sarcasm a respectable art form which commands great interest and status, I need the practice and the audience.
It’s tougher than human skin, but he’s a not a rhinoceros. Clumps of hair getting stuck in his chain-shirt would still tear off and cause quite a bit of discomfort. That’s not even counting the fact that their armor is almost useless without a lot of padding underneath.
Actually Enkidu IS a rhinoceros. He just shaves so you can’t tell.
But rhinos aren’t very hairy while Enkidu’s…Enkidu.
He IS quite horny though.
All I’m going to say is: “Hooray for realism!” 😀
So Bunker would take 1 damage an hour because his armor is cooking him. Meal to go?
That’s 1 heat damage per hour plus 1 physical damage every 10 feet?
Wouldn’t all that hot and dry air end up pulling all the moisture from all the wet clothing? 😀
I think we just went from ‘realism’ to ‘lifelike’… we are all doomed.
DOOMED I TELL YOU!
We can live with that…….errr… 😯
Isn’t doom just a -2 to hit? They’ll be fine.
I never got why such a simple spell with such a minor effect had such a serious name, in either meaning of the word.
We’ve all been doomed from the start, but people just don’t listen when you tell them the bad news.
It’s true. I’ve been at a -2 for years.
By my average rolls with the last group I’ve played with I’ve been under several such spells at once. 🙁
You think the dice my ex gave me are cursed? I asked him and all he did was laugh…
I’d say send them to me and I’ll borrow some robotics and automated OCR to do a couple days of charted trials, but then I’d have to give up enough of my anonymity for you to send them to me. Maybe you can borrow some robotics and OCR from a university somewhere over in your country instead?
Sand it gets everywhere.
Even in witches.
Well, we build bridges out of witches, so a little sand won’t hurt….
I thought we build bridges out of ducks… 😕
And I thought sand came FROM witches.
Only if you’ve been storing your witches in the wrong place, otherwise they shouldn’t have any sand. If you’ve been storing them in the right way and in the right place they may give you sandwiches though. It really depends.
And red slippers.
But only if hard-pressed to do so.
Uhh, I was thinking Sand… Witches.
We all knew what you meant, Alan. That’s why it was funny!