I never could fit in with the D&D crowd. That's why I only play computer games now. I always had to DM or GM because nobody else remembered the rules well enough. Every time I tried to play I wound up with a disgruntled player who wanted to play THEIR verson of the fantasy land. You know, the one where sawed off shotguns are effective at returning fire on snipers 100 yards away. The guy was mad when the sniper killed him. All he had to do was run! He could have even used a luck point to avoid death, but he didn't want to play anymore because I was unfair. One guy refused to play a D&D Ravenloff campaign designed for 7-8th level unless I let him use his 21st level multi-classed elven, egyptian, fighter/mage/cleric with his whole load of overpowered goodies. Even though I had designed a whole group of characters that fit the story perfectly and had balanced equipment and skills. *Sigh* He then proceeded to tell me that HE had to be the one rolling when I was checking whether or not they saw secret doors or detected something. Doesn't it defeat the purpose to tell someone that they're rolling to see if they see something they don't know about? He threw a fit every time he was presented with a problem that he wasn't allowed to blast to smithereens. My effort to have everyone role play an actual story line was not appreciated. I wanted to strangle him! Both these guys wern't kids! They were in their twenties for crying out loud! I sold all of the role playing stuff shortly thereafter and stuck with computer games. I've been much happier since!
