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the most stupid gamers, perhaps ever

Some light reading for you tabletop RPG fans out there. Both are oldies but goodies, and worthy of review from time to time: What is strange is way I have read these stories has changed over time. The Gazebo Story was originally a tale of how lame and stupid the player was, though it has transformed into a cautionary tale about communication for me. It isn’t simply the player’s fault that the acts occurred. The DM definitely should have trotted out a more helpful description when it became clear that the player was not aware of the situation. But then it wouldn’t be so funny. There might be a corollary for The Head of Vecna, but it can be hard to avoid stupidity in groups. (thanks, Monty)
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  1. Anonymous7/26/2006 5:11 PM

    You swapped the links.... Gazebo goes to Vecna and vice versa.

    I haven't seen these stories in a long time. Thanks for the refresher :-)

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  2. bwana7/26/2006 5:18 PM

    SHITWAX!
    Fixed. Nice catch, thanks.

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  3. Anonymous7/27/2006 2:33 AM

    Hey, do you have the list of things you only hear in games? I seem to have misplaced mine.

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  4. bwana7/27/2006 8:34 AM

    It'll take some digging. Can you send me an email reminder?

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