>Be me
>Starting a new campaign on short notice because the last guy has medical issues that keep him from putting enough prep time in
>Schedule an entire 3-hour block to do 45 minutes of fleshing out character backstory for two fucking people
>Players don't show up
Where were you when you realized your players didn't respect you?
When a player offered to be the new gm since i "was shit" and everyone jumped ship
Yikes, that's gotta hurt
>be a well-known and in-demand DM at my LGS
>owner forwards me an email from a group of 4 people looking for a DM
>older retired guy and his wife, sister, and best friend want me to run an old-school style adventure
>show up at his mansion in the woods
>wife cooked a gourmet dinner
>hundreds of wine bottles
>he's got the DM screen ready to go and printed out character sheets
>we slap some character together in about an hour, end up running a 3-hour session saving a halfling village from goblins
>set up schedule for every week Tuesday evening
Everybody had a great time.
Not getting the disrespect, unless thats the joke
Does it feel good, user? Does it feel good to come into a thread where others voice their woes only so you can parade around your good fortunes? What's next, going to the hospital so you can tell all the terminally ill children how great you feel?
>DM in one group, play in another
>friend is a player in both groups
>says he can only play once a week from now on
>ditches my group
Hurt just a little.
I ran a game for my family in our house to get them into rpgs and some would still not show up
>friends express a lot of interest in having me DM a campaign after I run a one shot
>spend some time making a cool setting for them to play in
>print out a character questionnaire for everyone so I can get an idea of what their characters are like
>it was only a single page with 7 background and personality questions
>at the end of the night I find one sheet on the floor and clearly stepped on, another sheet crumpled in the trash, a third tucked away in a rulebook, and the last sheet was never seen again
>a week later I ask them about their characters and they hem and haw about needing to 'think about it'
You should have asked to see their sheets, to "see how far you got"