Amidst cutting ties from Puppy, there were a few final times that I had to talk with him. One was to get back some books I had lent him. My response to this was just to buy new copies, and if he wants the book I have of his, he can ask for it. The other was removing myself from the D&D campaign I had been playing with him. We had started the game back in January, and for the most part only played one session a month. I was the only player at the table that had played with someone other than him, which meant I was the only vet at a table full of noobs, and that's fine sometimes, but not when everyone is afraid to actually roleplay. And, honestly, I just didn't want to deal with him anymore. Trying to have conversations with him had turned entirely infuriating, and with how Puppy ran the games, he couldn't keep track of anything he'd told us, and was changing details constantly for whatever he wanted in the moment. To top it off, so many...
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