Roleplayers
I must be a glutton for punishment. In the last 8 years I've shared living space with the terminally-lacking-of-a-social-life and have found the same on all occasions:

Tidiness is a nemesis to be vanquished with the empty fast-food containers of doom +2.

Requests, no matter how polite for any given gamer to get up off of their arse, put down their gaming paraphernalia and do something for the good of themselves or the house (like have a wash) it's met with a grunt, a sigh and "in a minute" I guess it's in the vain hope that the stench of BO will carry them off to be cleaned.

The last house I lived in, I acted like a spiv. The PlayStation II and _my_ laptop got far more attention than the house did, so I washed, cleaned & picked up after two others, only to be told that "You don't do anything around here." They (being a couple) went away to Scotland for a week, left food out, left their clothes all over the lounge (including some unmentionably dirty underwear) and enough washing up to give a hotel a run for it's money. I spent two days tidying up the entire place & making it livable. They get back, tell me that I don't do anything around the place and proceed to dump stuff all over saying "We can't find anything when it's tidy." No lie.

So I move in with my other half and his friend, who turns out to be a hardcore gamer... Sigh. He leaves his dishes for others to do, he lives on microwave chips (fries to the Americans amongst us) and ham sandwiches. He totally blanks me because I vetoed roleplaying in the flat every goddamned night, he slams doors and storms around like a teenager that can't get his own way. He's 20.

... He won't be around for much longer, cos I'm likely to kill him.

Length, Girth, Adequate. Nobody has complained about my lance of merriment +2
(fatedsnowfox, Tue 10 Apr 2007, 16:59, Reply)