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Very Catty Thoughts about online communities for RPGs

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Very Catty Thoughts about online communities for RPGs

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scared of you.
Years back, a friend of mine pointed something out to me about gaming at a convention, as opposed to tabletop gaming with your chums from home. His premise was this:
'Remember Bill?'
'Bill...'
'The guy we finally asked to stop coming to game because he'd wheeze excitedly every time the GM said 'women', and who'd turn up at your door covered in a haze of orange Cheet-O dust with his eyes wide, his skin oily, like somebody at the bottom of a long cocaine binge but--'
'fuck, yeah, I remember him. Why do I have to remember him. Why. You fucking hate me, don't you, you ratbastard pigfucker.'
'Where do you think he games anymore?'
'No idea.'
And my friend pointed over there at one of the open gaming tables. There was Bill the Cheet-O junkie, whose personally distressing habits of 'cleanliness' and 'socialization' were no handicap to One Afternoon's RP At The Con.

I would submit that perhaps online gaming has an appeal to Bill and his orange-dusted ilk.

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The above applies to WoD and Comicbook mudders equally, though. So let's try to figure out why more Comicbook mudders are fucking nutso while WoD players are loonies, but somewhat less so.

I think this may be caused by the point of origin of their work.
WoD? That comes from such brilliance as James Whale's exquisite Frankenstein movies, Bela Lugosi's performance in Dracula, Bram Stoker's novel which begat Bela Lugosi's performance...
Superhero muds?
The superhero is adolescent wish-fulfillment escapism, at the point where it was born. Yes, it's definitely come to be more than that, but there's still, in a lot of ways, a veneer of the adolescent over it. Mr. Moore & Mr. Gaiman, along with several other bright folks, have done a fair amount to strip that veneer and give the genre some real scope.
But they haven't done a thing to the fans.

So the fans go out in the real world, and often as not, they get mocked. And are chased back to their mother's basement, like Frankenstein's monster returning to the laboratory in the middle of act 3 of the film, and then something horrible happens.
  • And are chased back to their mother's basement...and then something horrible happens.

    nicely done; at first, picturing the three's (of btvs) basement, i had an awful inkling that you were asking me to picture skeevy nerds going home and masturbating to console themselves. and then i realized, oh, no, wait, you were suggesting that said scuzzes were going home and gaming online... and then it occurred to me that you were delicately suggesting a lack of strong contrast between the two. ew and yay.
    • at first, picturing the three's (of btvs) basement, i had an awful inkling that you were asking me to picture skeevy nerds going home and masturbating to console</a>

      I must admit that when I read this, I thought: "How can you masturbate to console?" pronouncing it CON-sole, like logging in on the actual machine instead of remotely.

      I guess that makes me a skeevy nerd!
  • Polite and true are not synonyms, so I think you have nothing to worry about, really. This could have been much less polite. It could not be more true.
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