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YouTube. Sorry for the length, I apologize for this being extra-long. This has been bothering me for a really fr-cking long time, so I'm airing a lot of this group's problems (one person in particular) in one post. (Idk if I'm allowed to swear on here, so I'll censor it out so as to not anger the mods. ) Anyways, I hope I make up for the lack of brevity in this post with some humor and this strange concept called "formatting" that tends to evade a lot of the posts on this forum. (obvious /s for humor, I understand how it can be confusing to type out something so long on mobile. ) TL: DR; Player and I have had lots of conflict, culminating in a large conflict surrounding her idea to play an undead-focused character, and I need to know if I'm the jerk in this situation so I can understand how to proceed with the group in this. MEPHISTOPHELES AND WILDREN; If you're reading this, feel free to comment below if I misrepresented or forgot anything. So, we have this one player in our group, whom I shall call R. She's a good person, but when it comes to Pathfinder, she tends to be very passive-aggressive about certain game mechanics. She is an atheist IRL and tends to project that very heavily into our games. (I'm not trying to make a bad name for atheists or make any broad distinctions, but she tends to be very bad about it. ) She hates it when players play gods that require them to do something specific or follow a strict code of ethics. I remember how, in one of our campaigns, we came across a tower that was surrounded by skeletons that appeared to be in a sort of trance. It was in our way, so I (The party cleric/gunslinger of Pharasma) suggested we fight through the relatively unguarded tower entrance, stage around the door, and use the choke point to kill all the skeletons, as they are mindless undead and will just charge in through the door so we can just pick them off. She objected, saying that we could just walk around the tower to get where we were going and not deal with the skeletons, saving much-needed spell slots for the day. She also said that since she was the frontline fighter, she would die super quick since she would take most of the damage. (These were stock skeletons, and she was the 8th-level fighter with approximately 27 AC but ok) I noted that I, a 3rd level cleric, could take out huge amounts of the swarm using channel positive, in addition to the sorcerer also having fireball prepped (as he almost always did). My other friend, S, (aether kineticist who also worshipped Pharasma) noted that he and I were kind of religiously obligated to kill the undead, and if I didn't do it, I may even lose my powers, as Pharasma views all undead as an abomination, and wants them destroyed. A heated exchange followed, in which she told us that gods in this universe suck, and by playing gods like Sarenrae or Pharasma we hinder the game by our "restrictive" codes of ethics. I wish someone would have told her that the clerics she hates so much provide her with the healing she needs as a fighter, but whatevs. Of course, the GM at the time, A, stepped in and decided to quickly resolve the situation by letting us look behind the screen, (which is really saying something, as he keeps the screen and it’s contents secure at any cost, getting mad if we walk to close to it or seem like we’re tying to look over it) saying that we had to climb the tower and fight the guy inside to progress the plot. It was nice to have my strategy vindicated and my divine status affirmed; a temporary victory. However, this still left the larger problem unsolved, which is probably what caused the huge problem to snowball and blow up recently. In character, she can be pretty bad too. She practices one of my worst pet peeves: the "I'm just playing my alignment" excuse. In my opinion, this is the Pathfinder equivalent of the Nuremberg defense. It sounds the same too; I mean, just compare "I didn't mean to perpetuate a genocide, I was just following orders" to "yeah, I know excessively torturing an enemy who surrendered sincerely and prostrated himself to our party is bad, but I'm chaotic neutral so that means I’m weird and mysterious I can just do whatever I want because I'm just playing my alignment and my alignment says so lol". I hate it when players think this is a valid defense for when they do something bad. I have had several examples of this behavior in my group, which I'd like to talk about, but this story is getting way too long anyway, so I'll write it in another post (if you all are really interested in hearing it). I also really hate it when people think alignment causes action, not the other way around. I heavily think that you shouldn't come to the table with an alignment, but you should start roleplaying, then compile your actions and then come up with an alignment out of the aggregate. There’s nothing wrong with being chaotic neutral, but it’s not an excuse to be a dick. Regardless, she actively refused to be the hero of the story, even when the plot threads dictated that we NEEDED to save a town or attack a cult and shut them down before they sent a raid to destroy the said town, etc. She would only roleplay the selfish, treasure-hunter part of her character, refusing to engage with NPCs due to not "being the party face". Rise of the Runelords turned to be quite a mess, with stuff like: "I don't wanna fight the Skinsaw cult, there's no money in it for me. " The rest of the party of course said “R, fr-ck the money, they've got a grasp on the government and have used their elite status to go undetected while creating a shadowy cult that is actively killing people. " To which she famously replied: “Okay and? I'm chaotic neutral, why would I care? What vested interest do I have? ” sigh It’s almost like she didn’t understand the point of an RPG is to BE THE HERO. I also hated how she had the same "I wanna play the same character over and over again" syndrome. I swear, there was almost a pattern to it. Her first character was a druid with a badger companion named Ash (like the tree), and then once her badger died, (which was kind of her fault, she ran outside to defend the horses when the party was attacked by dire bears because, on HER watch, SHE failed the perception check, then blamed the party for not noticing and helping her fight the bears, even though I, the heavens oracle, came out to try and help her, but whatever, you can probably see the trend right now) she ran into the woods and basically exited stage left and rolled up a fighter. This fighter was a cheesy step-up build named Artus. He was the same thing, chaotic neutral, and only concerned about treasure, and some twisted idea of what chaotic neutral even meant. Then, we started playing Jade Regent, and she originally, she rolled up a cheesy storm druid (named Hemlock, like the plant) with the dazing spell feat. Sometime later, she made that character exit stage left as well, then rolling up a new character, a sticky fighter... named Artus. She had several characters over the years, always alternating between a fighter and a druid, but the others weren't notable enough to mention. If you can sense a pattern, you'll understand my main issue was how the same issues with her came up *over* and *over* again, despite others gently pointing it out and calling out her sh-t. Anyways, I should probably wrap this up in, as it's becoming longer and longer as I write it out, so I will fast forward to the end. The most heinous and most recent series of events is when I started GMing my own rendition of "Rise of the Runelords". I have some obligations with my family some weekends, so on the weekends that I couldn't run Rise, A and S would co-GM the Hell's Rebels adventure path so the group could have something to play, and hopefully, it could become a mainstay, which it eventually did, where we would play on alternating weekends. So, for Hell's Rebel's, R came up with a *new* character, which she had got somewhat better at over time, this time coming up with an oracle, a nobleman. Two important notes about this character: This character was male, despite R herself being a girl. This was especially upsetting to me because I, a closeted trans girl, had received immense amounts of flak from group members about playing female characters, but R could just play multiple male characters with no consequence, despite R herself criticizing me for doing so. This character was an Oracle. A *bones* Oracle. For those who don’t know what a bones Oracle is, a bones Oracle is basically a divine necromancer. Therein lies the issue. Our group has a bad relationship with the undead. We have had a de facto ban against any sort of undead-oriented character, because in the Pathfinder lore, making undead is kind of a f-cked up thing. In order to make undead, according to lore, you need to not only defile a corpse to do so, but undead are always chaotic evil or neutral evil. As such, undead are mindless as well, so you not only have to pervert a creature who was happily resting, but you create a mindless creature who does not know anything except “kill kill kill” and will do so to feed unless you force your will upon it or destroy it. Even in the case of intelligent undead, like liches, they are not only always Evil, but it’s even implied that you need to kill others or sacrifice them in some way to become a lich. As such undead are always evil, and we usually do not like evil characters at our table, because someone will abuse it and use it as an excuse to be, well, evil. This usually means all sort of asshattery and being a jerk, among other things, like PvP. So, to avoid those problems, we have the ban. Now R wants to upseat that ban that group has for good reason so that she (who has been known for being an asshat) can play a bones Oracle and create undead. Oh, and she wants to be true neutral. Despite the fact that she will be creating undead all the time. Creating undead once in a pi
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Surely there weren’t that many deer in the woods. “Overpopulation, ” the hunter said, still giving me that look, like I was asking questions I should already have known the answer to. “Too many deer at the center. Screws up the ecosystem. More chance of people gettin’ Lyme over there, too. And eventually, the deer’ll run out of food and starve. ” When he put it like that, I got the idea that this was a lot kinder towards the deer than the alternative. I could probably deal with seeing less fawns in my yard if it meant the ones still around had plenty to eat. And less deer meant less for Annie to be afraid of, on the nights she came over. “Alright, ” I said, with a curt nod. “You can sweep my property, too. What do I owe you? ” “Nothin’, ” the hunter said. “Our deal with the nature center is we get to keep whatever we kill. Now, you’re free to pay extra if you want the meat -” “That’s okay, ” I said quickly. 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