That guy
"Fool me once, I'm mad. Fool me twice, How could you. Fool me three times, you're officially that guy."
- JonTron
That Guy is the /tg/ version of Scumbag Steve, but somehow he's worse. Jesus. Christ.
That Guy never brings his own food, and always steals everyone else's.
That Guy always always does loud and bad imitations when he plays. K-Booom! Dakka-dakka-dakka! WAAAAAGH!
That Guy always smells bad and wears clothes that expose his overweight asscrack.
That Guy never shares his Cheetos, and he always gets orange dust all over everything. He doesn't clean his hands off before touching YOUR minis and books, either.
That Guy will always bring so much cheese to the table that the other players instantly become lactose intolerant and choke.
That Guy never bothers to learn the rules, but will happily crash play to a halt every single turn.
That Guy will exploit every loophole in the rules to his advantage or require an utterly anal level of rule following whenever it suits him.
That Guy will try to fight against the party and consider himself clever (because he's "winning"), but will ragequit when the party kills him.
That Guy always has to play his own homebrew race and class, both of which are horribly overpowered.
That Guy inserts his creepy fetishes into everything, and is the reason men are banned from playing women in your group.
That Guy has tendency to get really mad over nothing.
That Guy fires into melee combat without the proper feats and abilities.
Hey... FUCK THAT GUY!!!
THAT FUCKING GUY.
And the worst part about That Guy? We all see a little of ourselves in him... and shiver in disgust. The one good thing that That Guy does is move us to be a little better than we are... lest we end up like him.
The Ultimate example of 'That Guy'hood has been achieved. The summit will never be reached by any other. The story of the Marty-Stu, Ao-Sue, Chief-Circle or "That guy as a DM in several setting using a system he designed himself.
A taste of That Guy's railroad: The main 'bad guy' of the campaign(s) was a literal author avatar (because the DM is an Authyr...I'm not kidding) who was a vampire, (powerful enough to be immune to sunlight and the need for blood, but with insane regeneration)a shape-shifter, (which made him immune to piercing/slashing/bludeoning damage)a psionic (who is "orders of magnitude more powerful than the Emperor of Man") and who seized complete control of the Star Wars Empire pre-"A New Hope" by 5 minutes of serious conversation and mind-control of Emperor Palpatine where Palpatine decided to retire because the Marty-Stu really did deserve it more. His first act upon taking control of the Imperial Navy was to send everything out into the multiverse and begin construction on "Several hundred thousand" Eclipse-Class Star Destroyers, with the construction eased by taking out the point-defense systems, fighterbays, shields, armor, and most of the life-support. (So they would only need a human crew of 1/10 a standard Eclipse)
A taste of That Guy: Using a d20 system, Marty measured his own real life INT score at 18, and made it so that none of the characters being used by the players in his games had an INT higher than that...so if the players came up with an idea for something complicated/scientific that he didn't know about off the top of his head, he could say "Your character isn't smart enough to know that or think of that"
This man, with an "18 INT" thinks that carbon dioxide doesn't dissolve in water,(while holding a Mountain Dew) that sniper rifles are the same as heavy pistols, (Just bigger but otherwise same force/impact/etc) and the coup de grace
"Genes are like muscles dude, the more you use them the more you get! Then those get passed down to your offspring, like how giraffes have long necks!"
Ladies and Gentlemen...read the tale of that guy...and despair/laugh.
See Also
- This Guy
- Matt Ward
- Magical realm, when That Guy becomes That GM and tries to push his fetishes on the players.
- Luke, a case study of what it is like to live with That Guy.