Greetings!
"Divine Right of Kings" is fucking right. *I* wear the Viking Hat. I am the DM. It's my fucking game, my fucking campaign, and my fucking rules.
WTF is the REEEING about parliament?
NO.
This is not a fucking democracy. It is not a parliament. It is the rule of absolute Caesar, anointed by god.
Geesus. It also helps that I'm the fucking HOST. Everyone is gathered together in MY HOME. Everyone is being fed and watered with my food, my sodas, my beer, my coffee. Sitting on my chairs, gathered at my table. And also eating my chips, my salsa, and my guacamole.
Why shouldn't everything be run according to what I fucking say?
Oh, yeah. and usually, it is also my cigars, too! Though, to be fair, the gang often brings me offerings and tribute! Often supplying goodies, drinks, and cigars, too. Still, though, it is mostly ME.
Crazy fun aside, geesus. There is no need to embrace a governmental mini-game, or "Safety Tools". If the game makes you uncomfortable, or REEE, or otherwise "offended"--there's the fucking door.
See, all of this nonsense comes from playing with random strangers, and somehow embracing this kind of emotional obligation or social burden to accept and play with mentally damaged and fucked up people.
NO. Merely because there are some few people out there that for some fucking reason feel obligated to embrace the mentally ill--the rest of us do not. There can be exceptions, of course, made for your aspie wife, or your cousin that may be a bit slow. Whatever. That's all good. However, this whole wave thing of constantly accomodating fucking mentally ill and fucked up people simply isn't good for the hobby.
Sorry. It just isn't, as we can plainly see from the contant deluge of whining, crying, problems, and drama.
Gaming is not your fucking mental therapy session. Goddamn. You see? All of these dramas and problems are because so many people in our society should not be sitting at a game table--but instead they should be sitting in a rubber room, on medications.
Gaming is supposed to be intellectual and FUN. Not a fucking therapy session for the mentally ill.
Semper Fidelis,
SHARK