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“We need to destroy his instrument,” Sebastian had his wizard character say in the game while thinking of what spell he would use to break the pipe or whether he should take out some of the rats.
“My rogue attempts to steal the pipe,” said one of the female players.
“Um, no,” the DM said. “Why would she do that?”
“Because she’s a thief,” the rogue player said. “Does she need any other reason? And she’s close enough to steal it. The closest party member, actually.”
Sebastian frowned, reaching up a hand to listen to her, knowing full well the player in question liked Metagame, and he was honestly thinking of leaving the RP.
“No. Roll a check,” the DM said.
So, she rolled the electronic device in the program and …
Sebastian had a cringe moment seeing the roll twenty followed by the DM cursing. “Damn it. You’re able to steal the pipe, and the rats stop.”
Sebastian let out a sigh, wondering where this was going.
“The piper wants the pipe back.”
“He’s not getting it, as I’m going to use it on Rammir.”
“What?” Sebastian said through the mike, recognizing the name of his wizard character just as he heard the door to the basement open, and someone started down the stairs.
“Um, no. You can’t,” the DM said. “And I know where you want to go with this.”
“What do you mean you’ can’t? The pipe can control the minds of whoever the user wants, right?”
“Uh, no. Only rats.”
“But it controlled children,” the other player protested.
“Hey, Sebastian. Almost done with your role-play session and ready to get some fresh air?” Sam said. “And I insist before you return to burying yourself in your work. ‘Cause as your friend, I need to make sure you don’t work yourself to death.”
“That was only in the story,” the DM said, “This is, in fact, different.”
“Not now, Sam,” Sebastian said.
Sam sighed, walking over. The other player said. “I don’t believe you.”
Sebastian frowned. “Seriously, arguing with the DM?”
“I request a roll!”
Sebastian rolled his eyes, leaning back in the chair. Sam frowned. “Hey. What’s going on?
Covering his mike and turning to Sam, he said, “One of the other players has an unhealthy interest in my wizard and is trying to rape my character.”
“That—dude. Why do you play this?”
“I’m on the verge,” Sebastian said. “Oh. Sorry. Someone else is in the room with me.” He covered his mike again. “As I said, I’m on the verge of quitting this campaign and looking for another or being the DM.”
“Well, good for you. You’ve got a tendency to, Sam said, pausing. He said, “Not always look out for your mental health like you should.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I know.
“So,” the DM said. “Your role was a success, and the wand didn’t break, but unfortunately for you….”
“What do you mean, unfortunately for you? “ The other player said.
“The pipe is bonded to the piper, and so instead of getting Rammir to have sex with your character, the rats start to attack you, and more rats appear.”
“What the hell!” the player of the rouge said, or more of screamed. “That is so unfair.”
“Yeah, well—do you really think I’m going to approve of your character raping another character?” the DM said.
Sam leaned over. “What’s going on?”
“The DM trolled the player,” Sebastian said, putting up his mike rather than covering it. “The flute she wanted to use to control my character….”
“Dude, I know where that’s going, and that’s gross. How’d you end up with—and that’s worse than Abigail,” Sam said, shaking his head.
“Have the party do something,” the rouge player screamed.
“Who knows,” Sebastian said. “Could be the Abigail.” And then, “No. Scratch that. Never heard Abigail scream when she didn’t get her way, and she’d ask why the rats were ravaging her character rather than eating her character.”
“I can’t force them to do anything they don’t want,” the DM said.
“Say what?” Sam said.
“It’s Abigail,” Sebastian said as the other players said they didn’t want to do anything because the rouge had been such an annoyance.
“And our wizard?” the DM asked.
He lowered his boom. “The wizard is too shocked at what she tried to do to him, and he knows what she tried to do to him to act.”
“What the hell! Our characters are supposed to get together!”
“Well, you’re on your own. Toss a saving throw to see if you’re able to even attack, given how many rats have piled on you,” the DM said, and then, “Since you didn’t roll high enough—only a three, you can’t do squat, and the rats attack, and you die.”
“What the!” the player of the rouge said. “This isn’t fair!”
And then she left the chat.
Sebastian frowned, then sent a message to the DM. “ Can I snap out of it and use a fire spell on the rats and potentially destroy that pipe so that we can be over with this, or do our characters need to run? ”
“Actually, I’m thinking I want to start a new campaign because she kept trying to metagame. I’ll ask what the other players think.”
The others were on board with their characters getting killed off by the rats. Then one of the other players said, “We should find another player.”
“Another player,” Sebastian muttered.
“I could play. I mean, I know when you do this every week and could use your other computer.”
“Wait. You’ve never played before.”
“Who are you talking to?”
“A friend.”
“You have friends,” another person chuckled.
“Very funny,” Sebastian said. “As I said, he hasn’t played before, although he does play games with me.”
“And we do the band together.”
Sebastian turned and glared at him, putting the mike up. “Off-limits combination. So is inviting Abigail to join. She’ll,” he frowned. “Yeah. She’d do something weird.”
“But?”
“They’ll give you a trial go, they’re saying.”