You know, brother. It was so many eons ago from my spotty spawning that I can't really recall his name. He was a piece of work, though. I can work that one out. I always tried, to motherfucking. climb to higher ground or move to the side when it came to collaberating with him. He wasn't so bad in IC but OOC. He was vicious, I mean more vicious than a bike with spikes on and a loud engine with a love of revving up.
He didn't do stuff because he or anyone else liked it. He did shit, because he liked to make other people blood pressure build up. He would act all buddy and fuddy to you with bubbles and beelines to the chill zone but if you so much suggested something that salted his sweetness he hated you forever. He would meta game and mix IC to OC immensely. EG: if he hated you, now the characters did.
which isn't a problem on the face of it but keep in mind. He would get around. So, he would feed some people stories about how bad that dude was in IC, then when people are already acting like your characters move it to OOC. It was really effective. He swear, make new characters, use people to introduce him as new people just to get a chance to harrass or trick you in some way. I'm pretty sure he godmodded, but I was far on the other end of his hammer OOCly that I didn't see him do much besides pretend to be popular, hot chicks and horny dwarfs.
Me and a bunch of others decided that, he must have. Motherfucking. Narcissist disorder or something. He fitted it to a tee. It was unnerving.