ITT: Times when YOU were

This is basically every Ork player I've ever seen.

They're always morbidly obese and smell like an armpit factory and they always lose but they have so much fun doing it.

The second session of my first campaign ever involved a bath house.

I was the DM.

>playing generic D&D 5e
>decide to make a skeleton bard with a trumpet
>named Mr. Skeltal
>Mr. Skeltal wants to look human
>enlist the help of two other PCs
>find a wanted serial killer
>kill him and skin him so we can tan his hide to make a flesh suit for me
>realize none of us know how to tan human flesh
>cast Speak With Dead and Zone of Truth on the now flayed serial killer
>ask him if he has any advice
>"yeah, I know a guy"
>go to his professional flesh tanner
>"your friend sent us"
>get a flesh suit
>rest of the players are looking at us with disgust
Pic unrelated

>play first game ever
>make edgy assassin character
>roleplay him with a deep angsty voice
>"I sit in the corner"
>"This is just like Skyrim!"
>"I loot the corpses."
>"Can't we just murder him?"

Master, Arvin, everyone else: I apologize. If you happen to read this please forgive me, I didn't know better.

>Friend asks me to join a new DnD 4e campaign he's starting
>Lolk, friendo
>Make a human wizard
>Wizard's name is Honky Shanks
>Honky's lifelong dream was to be a clown, but is forced into wizarding since he comes from a prominent wizard family
>Takes up the life of a adventuring clown after having a midlife crisis and going crazy
>Carries a bag of holding that has nothing but human noses in it
>Each nose is enchanted to honk
>Makes awful puns while honking his and other people's noses
He was a fun character to play.

i'd wanna party with you three

The first time I played a table top game with a group of people I was a bit of that guy, mainly out of nerves and not knowing what to do. After a few sessions I got better about it.

that's not a frog its a devious devil

>3.5
>join a game that needed a chair filled
>ok with the dm a skeleton cleric
>necromancer of course
>endgoal of equality for sentient monsters/undead
>party sets fire to an inn 'accidentally' on the way out
>leave town after run in with guards who are convinced my skeleton-ness is a clever ruse and try to arrest me for pranking when i lost my mask
>party meets me out of town, get mask back and take in young girl npc as a ward/servant >because she's now homeless and jobless after inn-fire
>white knight of the party takes issue with mr.bones getting the girl, draws weapon on me
>ONE other party member backs him up
>a few skeletons and zombie ogres later
>allogrenow
>stomp their shit in
>spare them because i'd never that guy hard enough to pc kill
>we go on our way

>Friend generously decides to run a pathfinder game for me and a mutual friend
>We avoid plot responsibilities until they bite us in the ass
>GM introduces a GMPC catgirl healer because neither of us are spellcasters and are secretly being inept in combat on purpose
>She starts acting shy and waifuish towards our PC's
>We silently decide that kinda shit ain't flyin' and start adding gay romantic subtext between our characters, completely ignoring aforementioned catgirl waifu.
>Campaign ends 3 sessions in after my rogue dies
>He passes away in the arms of his warrior friend, revealing the affections he held secret for so long, tears streaming down the warriors face as he swears to avenge his true love's death
>Catgirl GMPC just stands their awkwardly
>GM friend is fuming for the next few days

The whole game was kind of a "FUCK YOU" to how a normal game should run, but thankfully it had no lasting effects on either friendship.

you and your friend are my heroes.

How are you being that guy? You took the ork path to "victory"

terrible thing was the campaign was 100% tailored to us, including the story and anthropomorphized animal race waifus (furries lol)

We were legit just being contrarian cunt "That Guy"s to the dude because we wanted to go against what was expected of us.

I don't wanna excuse that,
Even though it was fuckin' hilarious in action.

I've been needing to get this off my chest for years.

>in college
>invited to play 3.5 by strangers from next building over
>party is the DM's three female housemates, playing a pretty standard barbarian/cleric/paladin set
>roll up doppleganger rogue, thanks to level adjustment have literally no combat utility
>but excellent at stealing loot and lying about it
>rob other party members blind, repeatedly
>DM warns me that they're considering teamkilling me
>begin bringing weed and booze every game night
>party entirely forgets teamkill plan
>i continue to fuck them over in every way possible, using disguise and bluff to allay suspicion in character
>DM kills my character in random encounter
>barbarian kills my second character after i start a fight immediately after rolling him, still salty about losing my doppleganger rogue
>DM kills my next character in dungeon crawl
>my fourth character tries to betray the party and leave them to die in the dungeon, also brutally slain by party
>i stop showing up or responding to invitation texts

What's really shameful about this is that I managed to have a two-week fling with the cleric player a year or so later. Did not end well. Why the hell she even gave me the chance, I will never know.

>invited to play D&D with three college-age girls
>decide to antagonise them and act like a dick
da fuck is wrong witchu?

I can't even blame it on autism. My best explanation is that I was sleeping an average of 4 hours a night and was fucked up on a variety of drugs the rest of the time.

I honestly dont understand what kind of a person brings weed and alcohol but then tries to steal from people in game. My players dont even bring their own drinks let alone drinks for others, honestly user I really don't get what kind of bizarre turbo autist you must be

Fuck out of here, that's Zorak. It even says it on the file name, dumbass.

>with group
>levelling up before we start the session
>group starts looking at spells
>guy reads out specs for pass without trace
>clearly interested
>i say "i've already got that one"
>awkward laughter
>guy looks to pick a different spell

Not sure what was going through my head that night, I don't make an effort to act that douchey.

>Playing a new 3.5 campaign, GM new to GMing, players new to DnD, only one other experienced player (who is also a That Guy)
>Decide to make a warlock, make jokes about how I know how terrible blasty wizards are
>This has been an ongoing joke since forever with GM, since they only ever play evocation-focused wizards if they pick a spellcaster at all
>Things happen, other That Guy does shitty things and kills the entire party, we reboot without his problematic ass
>I keep making jokes about blasty wizards the entire time, GM getting frustrated, says that a non-blasty wizard isn't nearly as effective as an evoker
>My eyes gleam with nothing but an urge to show them wrong
>Given choice to make new character after the reboot, I make a wizard.
>Conjuration, banned Evocation and Enchantment, picked Abrupt Jaunt instead of a familiar. Teleporting as an immediate action whenever attacked= can't be hit, ever.
>Grease and Glitterdust make quick work of everything, debuffs and necromancy all over. Alacritous Cogitation and we get a few huge loads of gold by doing stupid shit means I can cast any spell I know once a day, and I essentially have every non-evoc/non-illusion spells possible
>As soon as I hit level 5, grab Spontaneous Divination, more spontaneous power for meee
>Hit level 6, start taking assorted levels in Master Specialist, Mage of the Arcane Order
>Rod of Reach spell with Shivering Touch, abusing Celerity every round I don't win initiative
>Finally, Archmage.

I just hit level 16 and the GM doesn't know how to handle my character and I kinda wish I could just start blasting things. I've got Arcane Sight permenancied, my own hidden base, perpetual mindblank, Celerity with a custom Third Eye that counteracts daze 3/day, and just generally horrible. I don't even need the Reach rod. Next level I'm getting Time Stop as an SLA twice a day, and I even prepared a Greater Empower rod to use with it.

They were a brand new GM when they started, and I've ruined them.

I will bregrudgingly accept that reason for your poor judgement.

>home brew SCP campaign
>playing intel/security agent
>site administration up our ass, other player who plays as one of my partners decides to suck up to the boss
>boss responds to our compliance by getting rid of our funding, seizing our resources, and refusing tips on obvious rats in the facility
>my agent gets pissed, gets a night stick and takes it to one of the bought out staff members
>cave his face in
>get detained by other security staff, get shafted by administration some more

This campaign is too real

he's to op, not to you

Not sure if That Guy or not but one time I had enough of the other players dicking around and wasting time uselessly by being indecisive iditots who constantly made bad choices and took wrong directions, so I took the reins and railroaded us on the DM's quest. Straight up just forced the entire party to follow the plot by answering for all of us and making all our decisions so we can get somewhere and do something.

>3.5
>I'm a rogue, so is a friend, other friend is a Barb
>We don't do shit, typical murder hobos
>dm tries to get us in order by introducing fully optimized NPC parties
>surewhatever.png
>we shit around, kill shit and get drunk along the way, burning houses down and separating families
>still no plot relevance so we continue to fuck off for sessions at a time
>dm keeps adding optimized NPC parties
>Barb finds if fishy that all of these badass people are trying to help us for no reason
>other rogue and I agree, let's fucking kill every last one of them
>I take the bard out, Of Mice and Men style
>except I made a sour deal with Death so I sacked his soul to save myself from becoming a complete skeleton
>Other rogue goes to kill the NPC monk
>He gets his shit knocked, as the monk proceeds to break his back like Bane
>Monk runs away
Barb subsequently buys a Collar of Mind Control, tricks the Druid into wearing it.
And that's how we made the DAM have an annuirism.

>Join a game of 3.5 as an artificer
>We're all teenagers, I'm the edgiest on of us all
>Ranger is special, has a spirit wolf, custom named sword
>He's the DM's best friend
>Get tired of the Ranger being the center of attention, and decide to target his waifu
>Her name was illyria, but I kept calling her Aloria to fuck with the Ranger
>DM gets noticably upset as a relay my plan to him, but lets me do it anyway
>Lure his love interest into my lab, and draw my wants of magic missile
>turns out she is a much higher level than me
>also has a magic item that gives her a permanent shield effect, magic my wands useless
>procede to scamper around like a bitch, throwing various reagents at her to no effect as she casts various damaging spells, whittling me down
>the chase ends with me running into my pantry, and I nervously turn to face her, as I'm at a dead end
>She snarls at me, furious that I tried to kill her, and that I lied about her love being in trouble to do so
>Realize that she's standing just opposite of the doorway as me, roll a bluff check to pretend I'm searching for gold as an attempt to "bribe" her
>As I do so, I ask the DM if closing the door would count as a swift action
>He says yes, expecting me to die anyway
>Find my scroll of explosive runes, cast it on the door, slam it shut, and run behind my bags of potatoes to hide.
>Explosion rolls max damage, she dies, I get knocked out, wake up a couple hours later
>I procede to reanimate her into a flesh golem, infusing a soul through some homebrew, as the DM was tired at this point, and instilled a similar personality that answered to Aloria.
>Various magical items to hide the smell and look of her damaged, reanimated corpse to cover for myself.
>Told the group she can't remember anything, Ranger is heartbroken trying to restore her memory.

1/2

2/2

>Campaign continues, we're defending a city from a demon invasion
>No one knows what happened but the Fighter's player, because I had to tell someone because I'm so edgy
>Rogue retards himself into getting a geaes put on him by the rulers of the city and ragequits
>Call him and eachother faggots as the game breaks down into teenage dickwaving
>Rogue, the youngest of us and the Cleric's younger brother, starts freaking out and tells about how he was molested as a baby and "dick-sucking talk upsets him"
>Speechless and rogue leaves
>People calm down except for the Fighter and Ranger, who start bickering again
>Fighter gets pissed, quits the campaign, and tells the Ranger what I did.
>Ranger goes quiet, and then screams at me for over 15 minutes, nonstop.
>Some threats, some prospects of his hatred, but mostly unintelligible rage
>I alternate from trying not to piss my pants from laughter and fear
>Ranger quits, campaign dies
>Turns out the Ranger was based on the main character from his and the DM's Fantasy novel series they were writing, and my act of edginess ruined the character for them.

I still don't know why I did it. 15 year old me was a dick

>playing with a retarded character, and i mean literally, he's dumb
>getting tired of him by the fourth session, still having some fun but i don't like the character
>start baiting death and forcing GM to save me because it's still too early to allow deaths
Not sure if i'm that guy, but i may possibly become one if this keeps going.
What should i do? My current plan is too keep playing and baiting death until i'm allowed to die and create a new character.

Why not tell your GM that you're not having fun with your character, and you kind of want to switch over to a different one?

>Be playing game that starts at 10pm
>Sessions regularly last until 2-3am
>I end up getting easily annoyed after about 1am because of reasons.
>Haven't been kicked yet.
I must be doing something right.

There's four characters in the party and we're all foreigners.
One of these characters needs me because we're from the same country and she doesn't speak the local language but i do.
I don't want to abandon her as i'm afraid it would create drama.
My character is also a huge part of the story now and if he just leaves it will be kind of weird.

Oh. Well, that sucks.

Maybe you could pull the GM aside or send them an email and together the two of you can work on a way where you can slowly phase out your current character instead? After all, you could have a native to that country who speaks the other PC's language...

She has a uncle who could teach her the language but it would take months in game that we don't have.
I do have a reason to leave IC, but it's kinda ankward to have that talk with the GM and others, specially since they're all hyped as fuck and really enjoying their characters.
I would rather just die in a honorable way but i will consider it.

They sound like fags too desu. Never have one character fromt and center if not everyone is in and agrees to it.

Why bot talk to the dm and plan that honourable death?

Reminds me of the time I tried to be diplomatic and even though my character has +15 diplomacy I ended up stumbling over words and fucking up royally. So I tried to rules lawyer and say that my high diplomacy shouldn't be affected by my IRL ineptitude. Got into a argument with the GM over it and both of us became salty afterwards.

If you got your point across, that should still work. You may have fucked it up, but content is what matters. You actually tried despite it, and you have a good modifier for diplomacy.

You were not that guy, unless you were a jackass about it. It honestly sounds like the GM was more like that guy.

No specific examples but

>play obvious references to anime characters
>play grotesquely edgy mary sues
>shoehorn my fetish into games
>dominate the story, trying to run the campaign off the rails
>argue with the gm to get my way
>insult and belittle other players
>bring my girlfriend to sessions even when she's not playing
>almost never bring snacks
>sometimes get drunk and rowdy

But I'm the best writer/actor in my group so they keep inviting me back

Ah, you're a complete prick.

But remember, Wizards are terribly blasty!
>Necromancy is bae.

>playing dnd 3.5 on roll20
>100 year old psychic warrior elan loli
>play as an an-cap meme personified
>constantly find ways to make my psionic powers broken and fuck with the plot and Lore
>main mode of attack is growing big and face sitting enemies to death
>incite a war between 2 countries and get party to betray starting nation
>cause party paladin to leave group since he refuses to betray party; he sabotages the party and becomes antagonist
>get an airship and turn it into a traveling restaurant/brothel named Pizza Whore
>fill airship with horny snake girl prostitutes
>try to keep war going and growing to benefit from with goals to franchise out Pizza Whore and become a mega corporation
>tried to convince GM to let me do a rules legal metamorphosis fuckery that would do the equivalent damage of a nuclear bomb with my psicrystal

Sadly my computer bricked and I wasn't able to continue.

>They're always morbidly obese and smell like an armpit factory and they always lose
Ya fo-got big. We'z tha biggest too ya git.

An' we alwayz win cuz orkz is best

>play obvious references to anime characters
>play grotesquely edgy mary sues
>best writer
I don't think that's how this works, unless your party is actually severely brain damaged.

That's how he thinks since he's That Guy.

I once said I would join a friend's campaign, and I did for two sessions. I didn't like the way he DMed whatsoever, and it was hard for me to keep interest. I knew this would be a problem for me and the rest of the table if I continued to come just because I was friends with the DM, so I told him I wouldn't be attending anymore. I feel bad for being unable to be in the campaign and supporting my friend, but it is better that I got out before my presence would actually harm it because I couldn't stand it.

It would definitely be best to talk to the DM about wanting a new character instead of just trying to die in battle. Maybe you can get crippled and have him turn NPC, getting you freed up to roll a new character and not have to worry about a social void?

That isnt that guy at all, user. You handled it pretty well from the sound of that, even if it did disappoint other players. Sounds pretty understandable.

>join space exploration game
>no space exploration
>everyone is on full murderhobo mode
>start leaving mid-game with horseshit excuses
>leave last game with no excuse
>never return

In retrospect, I should have at least told them the game ain't my thing, but also I don't give a shit and I hate all of them for things I thought I couldn't hate a man over.

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>Doesn't know about D&D Jester Lore
>Can literally perform so hard deities ask you yo make them laugh to earn shitloads of cash
>Can hide dealy spells in with jokes and jests, most famous was Diarmunds jest where he accidentally cast Power word kill and murdered everyone in a room, but it's okay because they thought he told a joke so funny everyone laughed to death
>Jester Joke battles/performances
>Juggling allows to throw back items thrown at you
>IMMUNE TO THE VERY CONCEPT OF INSANITY BECAUSE YOU ARE MANTLING THE POWERS OF CHAOS AS YOU JEST YES, YOU COULD WALK INTO RY'LEH AND PERFORM AND MAKE A BAZINGA JOKE THAT MAKES AZATHOTH LAUGH EVERYTHING INTO A COSMIC JOKE
>Draw whatever the fuck you want from a Deck of many things
Never fuck with a D&D jester.

>Be me
>In high school
>Spend months making fantasy setting
>I still thought TVtropes was cool so I wanted to subvert every fantasy trope imaginable
>Elves are lame and overdone so I decide to make a race alike in all ways and call it "Feykin"
>First session
>Players wagon gets its wheel broken while fighting off feral dwarves when a mysterious not!elf comes to their aid
>"The feykin tells you that he can help transport the goods if you will make a pact to protect his meadow from the imperialistic steampunk halflings"
>Player cracks the biggest shit-eating smirk
>As what's so funny
>Player says "I ask him if he's trustworthty, or only feykin' it!"
>Everyone laughs
>Feykin/faking puns are made literally every time the character opens his mouth
>I start screaming at the players in fullblown autismorage
>SHUT UP! SHUT UP! IT'S NOT FUNNY! FUCK YOU!
>Everyone says this is why I'm no fun to play with and leave

I count my blessings every day that I chilled the fuck out by college because I'd still have no friends if I was the little shit I was back in high school

... It's kind of funny.

>flash back to my early highschool self
>first 3.5 game
>have a concept for a rogue-like character who uses ghost-themed magic for roguish purposes and manipulates soulstuff
>literally own none of the books and my only system knowledge is based on a terrible understanding of the online SRD and fucking D&Dwiki, of all things
>decide I want to create a homebrew of this character concept anyway
>DM lets me for some reason
>create a horrible, terrible, vomit-inducing mary sue character
>"My father is the god of the dead!"
>Due to my shit understanding of the system, my homebrew is actually pretty underpowered
>Literally have no Con score
>Have ridiculously high movement speed though
>I try to hog the spotlight with my mary sue-ness and am generally just an insufferable twat
>Flash forward, the party is fleeing from a troll in a wagon
>Due to their justified collective hate for me, the rest of the party conspires to use my body as an improvised weapon and attack the troll
>Get thrown out of the carriage
>This itself almost kills me
>Carriage races off into the distance, I'm stuck at half health with a troll
>Remember my absurd movement speed
>Fucking catch back up with the carriage because ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
>A bunch of other mishaps ensue as a result of my shit character
>Decide suicide is the only option
>Another player playing an assassin helps my character kill himself by creating a shadow noose
Whew

>Ghost-themed magic for roguish purposes and manipulates soulstuff
Honestly, you're talking about a duskblade with maybe a bit of incarnate... And then some Soulcaster. It wouldn't actually be that terrible, excepting perhaps a lack of BAB. A lot more manageable as a gestalt, though.

I think you're feykin this story.

Ask the GM if your current character can become an NPC so you can play a character you're more interested in instead.

That sounds like it certainly was quite the game.

DIE YOU MONSTER

Directly after this whole fiasco, the DM told me to try playing a psion to represent my character idea.
Honestly, though, if I were ever to try and recreate the concept in 5e, I would just play an Arcane Trickster and refluff it. Plenty of enchantment and illusion spells are already pretty ghostly-seeming, and the invisible mage hand from legerdemain is absolutely very ghostly.

That's what you get for faking feykin weren't elves.

>D&D
>Be a really shitty Rouge
>Once tried to raid a cart with friend
>Get caught
>Try to bluff my way out
>Roll a 1
>Friend and I get sent to jail
>Group spends the next two sessions trying to break us out
>I can't do shit cause I'm in jail
>Still yell recommendations on their actions
I was a REALLY shitty Rouge

>Another time fighting some monster
>It needs one more hit, and it's basically dead
>Group is tried of fighting it
>My turn
>Have an invisibility cloak which gave me automatic 20s when I wear it
>Waste it doing a useless grapple instead of just stabbing it
>Fail at the actual killing blown
>Whole group groans

I had a character with a British accent so I spoke in-character with a British accent for the entire campaign.

In retrospect that was probably extraordinarily irritating.

topkek

I would play with you

Well, there was that time when I was rule lawyering about why I should be able to put a baneblade on a skyshield landing pad for an hour or so.
Around the same time I was also considering fielding chapter master Smashfucker and pretty much all the forgeworld cheese within the category "imperium of men".
The only reason I didn't actually did any of the above was because of money.

kek

>Wife wants to learn Go
>I haven't played in years, but am hype to do so
>Wife buys Go board so I can teach her
>Teach her bare minimum mechanics
>Proceed to grind her into dust without telling her anything else
>She declares game bullshit, never plays again.

I've gotten better at teaching various games since then, but she still gives me shit about that nearly a decade later.

>skeleton bard with a trumpet

...

No homo
but just a titch

This is some real transcendental that-guyism

kek

>I know you're really sad over the rogue, Warrior
>I just want you to know, I'm here for you if there's anything I can do
>anything at all
>I can lend you a sympathetic ear if you want
>I can suck your dick if it'll help
>you like anal? I can do anal
>well, I tried

But Skeletons don't have lips.

pussy

>First ever time in a TTRPG
>Pathfinder (bad decision in hind slight)
>Have a lot of difficulty making a character from a gameplay perspective
>Playing not to die so I don't have to go through the laborious and boring process of making another character, and I was vocal about this with the group
>Another player acquires knock out gas in a vial in session 3
>Session 6, we find out that someone is a traitor, but we don't know who it us.
>I suggest that it could be the GMPC, but the other players ignore me
>The player from earlier suddenly uses the knock out gas and kills me and the third player
>Massive argument
>I give the GM an ultimatum of 'it's me or him'
>GM kicks the the other player since he only attended the first and third session
>Turns out the GMPC was the traitor after all
In spite of this, all the other sessions in the campaign went without a hitch

>obvious references to characters
i played a fighter flavored into shovel knight.

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I once brought a fucking steak to the table, but no one wanted any. So I ate it in front of all of them by myself. Also had a 64oz cup with me too.

I wondered why no one wanted any, and have since brought stuff like chips or other snacks like that.

I've done it multiple times and even as recent as the last three Modern Masters draft I had.

First one traded cards post draft with a buddy, second and third I did that + import cards from the previous drafts pool and prize packs.

>guys make your characters
>bring Geralt from the Witcher Wikipedia page because I was too bored to put any thought in it

I argued for half an hour with the DM because I wanted a bear animal companion but was too low level. I tried to convince him a small bear would do. He caved in but gave it the stats of a wolf

>5e cos
>play the only serious character
>group includes anime character and edgelord with an anime weapon
>group does nothing but dick around
>get annoyed at me for actually roleplaying and gathering information before running dick-first into a pike formation of vampire spawn
>complain about it in a joking manner
>get branded That Guy

I'd say she was closer to >pic related
Both of us are furfags and she was an apprentice shaman from some forest village we stumbled upon

But in that moment we sacrificed all our degeneracy for the purest and manliest form of love with no regrets.

I'm honestly not sure if I that guy'd
>Playing evil campaign for like 6 months
>Former cleric of a good god who has since fallen and worships a demon of battle
>World has no forms of resurrection
>DM has a powerful NPC cast a geas on me to kill another PC
>Try to get out of this various ways, but the DM resists
>Eventually forced to kill the PC
>Other PC investigate and eventually find out that my character killed the other PC
>They try to kill my PC as retribution
>Through bullshit luck, my character overpowers them and kills them

At this point, everyone was dead but me. I've been called that guy for this, because I did kill the party, but I feel that my hand was forced, and that I really had no alternative.

It depends on what the reason behind the geas was. Still, I'm surprised they didn't expect the game to end in infighting since it was an evil campaign.

Both myself and the person I had to kill defiled a temple of a good god. She escaped, but my character got caught.

Well, okay, it does sound like that's how the story played out, so it's not like you got in that situation on purpose.

I remember as a kid, some Looney Tunes episodes would do a Red Skelton gag where a skeleton comes out of the closet and then a red skeleton comes out behind and yells "RED SKELTON". That horrified me as a kid because I didn't know who Red Skelton was and I thought it was a freshly removed skeleton still covered in blood.

So thanks for triggering me, shitlord.

Yeah. It just sucks because everyone in that group is now pissed at me because I ended an otherwise pretty fun campaign on a pretty down note. I still talk to most of the players, but the DM who forced me to kill the player doesn't talk to me anymore because I killed his campaign.

This was 100% the DM's fault desu

You went out of your way to avoid inter-party conflict even when the DM forced the geas on you. You're probably better off not playing with him anymore if that's the kind of shit he pulls.