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So the white people LARPing as Native Americans are pissed that their already stupidly successful game is not more successful huh. Even though they've done two to three times as well as basically any other campaigns for books I've ever seen, beating out both Onyx Path AND Modiphius as well. And now these idiots who somehow pissed away a million dollars demand I buy it or else they shame me when they already will anyway due to my own phenotype.

Reminder their shit take on Kohokia and native cultures in general make Taco Bell look like true Mexican cuisine. Connor and his peers are white as shit too and live in the big cities. Also they're conveniently Cherokee as well.
It turns out printing and shipping books wasn't free, so the grift didn't keep them afloat as long as they had hoped.

Isn't it also convenient that Connor is claiming Cherokee ancestry? You know, the tribe with the lowest bar of proof needed to become a member for? It's also the tribe that is most often used to hide a black ancestor in white people, or a white ancestor in black people.

At best, it's a 1/32 or 1/64 native speaking for a tribe he's not a part of socially given his big city livin' in Seattle, far from the reservations and poor conditions he is claiming oppression from. Another possibility is it's a dude who believed his family's history that hid slave ancestry in his blood and he's actually as native as Elizabeth Warren. The worst case scenario is he's fucking lying about his ancestry like quite a few people like to do.

Daily Reminder: The Cherokee were 200% pro-Confederacy/pro-Slavery.

Also Daily Reminder: The Cherokee are one of the few tribes to have their population INCREASE post contact with Europeans. This is a mixture of wholesale adopting European agriculture and also adopting a bunch of whites. Or rather, intending to but in a cruel twist of fate the big populations they ended up allowing to join the tribe were in fact not white but Irish.

Also, just to make it clear how easy it was to be a Cherokee:
My Great-Great-Great grandfather was part of some middle-aged money family (they had a lot of income but actually had to run the businesses that produced it). Her and GGGGrandma had several children, one was my Great-Great Aunt who was nearly 30 and unmarried - her parents were scandalized by having an unwed daughter reaching spinster hood and gave her grief about being an old maid. So she happened to find and then marry a real, red-skinned Indian to just really give Dad the old fuck you.
They never had kids, and never hit the historical record again.

Fast forward like 80 years, and Grandpa is contacted by a representative by this specific subtribe of Cherokee - Turns out Great Uncle Where-Heap-Big-White-Women-Be-Found? was a member of this particular group, and due to marrying spiteful great aunt this was enough kinship to get on the Cherokee roles. They were very interested in Grandpa because he and grandma had three kids - and essentially this sub group was trying to boost their numbers for tribal council. Grandpa said "no thanks" thinking he'd be shaken down
by them later like a union.
And then less than 10 years later, the Casinos happened.
 
It turns out printing and shipping books wasn't free, so the grift didn't keep them afloat as long as they had hoped.



Daily Reminder: The Cherokee were 200% pro-Confederacy/pro-Slavery.

Also Daily Reminder: The Cherokee are one of the few tribes to have their population INCREASE post contact with Europeans. This is a mixture of wholesale adopting European agriculture and also adopting a bunch of whites. Or rather, intending to but in a cruel twist of fate the big populations they ended up allowing to join the tribe were in fact not white but Irish.

Also, just to make it clear how easy it was to be a Cherokee:
My Great-Great-Great grandfather was part of some middle-aged money family (they had a lot of income but actually had to run the businesses that produced it). Her and GGGGrandma had several children, one was my Great-Great Aunt who was nearly 30 and unmarried - her parents were scandalized by having an unwed daughter reaching spinster hood and gave her grief about being an old maid. So she happened to find and then marry a real, red-skinned Indian to just really give Dad the old fuck you.
They never had kids, and never hit the historical record again.

Fast forward like 80 years, and Grandpa is contacted by a representative by this specific subtribe of Cherokee - Turns out Great Uncle Where-Heap-Big-White-Women-Be-Found? was a member of this particular group, and due to marrying spiteful great aunt this was enough kinship to get on the Cherokee roles. They were very interested in Grandpa because he and grandma had three kids - and essentially this sub group was trying to boost their numbers for tribal council. Grandpa said "no thanks" thinking he'd be shaken down
by them later like a union.
And then less than 10 years later, the Casinos happened.
Dawes Roll fraud, and Five Dollar Indians have been a disaster for the United States.

Here in the States we have something similar with the Dawes Rolls. The Dawes Rolls were supposed to be a census of all the Indians and former slaves in the Oklahoma territories and the "Five Civilized Tribes" in general. However this had a couple problems, one was that the proportion of European blood in these tribes, even by the late 1800s, was massive. However, all of these people were counted as 100% certified Indian for government purposes.

The second issue was much more pernicious. Turns out a lot of whites, under the auspicious of the local Tribe, would commit fraud against the US government to be put on the Dawes Roll. Why? Because that gave them permission to settle in Oklahoma territory, and receive various benefits and subsidies.

So here in the States, despite there being a massive bureaucracy around the Indians and the paperwork trail around the bloodlines, the reality of "Pureblood" Indian is pretty dead. It won't stop the grift though.

While the Cherokee are the worst offenders, the definitely aren't the only ones in the game.
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E: to stay on topic, 4E Shadowrun is my preferred edition. And bringing food/alcohol is absolutely a great way to over for faux pas in table top games.
 
One of the SR books goes into how the Native American Nations (the NAN) swelled their numbers. If you thought you had native ancestry, they'd run DNA tests for you (I presume the Dawes Roll wasn't out of the question either). If you had enough, you could claim citizenship (I should note that some NAN groups, such as the Cascade Orks, would happily supply you with falsified documents for a reasonable price).

Another interesting bit is that many of the NAN nations have 'reservations' of Anglos who were unable or unwilling to leave. They're basically hemmed in and left alone by the NAN authorities for the most part.
 
So, I have finally dipped my toes into the world of tabletop gaming by way of participating in a oneshot Call of Cthulhu session with a group of 3 other friends, 2 of them participating as other players and one acting as the DM of our session. To give a summation of each of our characters' backgrounds, as it will be relevant to the purpose of this story, I opted to make my character as a humble sexton, one of the friends is a nurse, and the other made a rather elaborate setup of being a Chinese mail-order bride turned singer that carries a gun that she is no way specced for using properly in her purse. The year is, as established by our DM, 1924 and the general setting is in Michigan, near enough to Detroit.

Given that it is still in the early-to-mid 1920's, we can infer that, first, China has formally established the Chinese Communist Party by this point, and, second, we are in the fairly recent aftermath of the first Red Scare. So, about midway into the session, after getting a hold of shit being generally fucked upon this train that all of our characters have ended up in, we each finally take a moment to introduce ourselves to one another. The Chinese girl and my character are already not on the best of terms following the opening bits of the session after much back-and-forth arguing and skepticism on my character's part about something being horribly amiss about this train ride, which said Chinese girl had basically kickstarted by being the one to really be proactive in accelerating things to "shit hit the fan" levels fairly quickly by sticking her nose into things where it didn't belong right off the bat. As she formally introduces herself, she clarifies that she is, in fact, Chinese, which leads my character into mumbling about her being a "commie bitch," to which she quickly retorts that he is a "chauvinist pig".

All well and good, I'm having a good old laugh at the banter and making sure to apologize out of courtesy OOC to my friend as I'm just trying to stay in-character with the times. I'm laughing, the DM is laughing, the other friend playing the nurse is laughing at the audacity of the situation, but friend playing the Chinese girl goes deathly silent. Turns out, as they elaborate after the session, they got INCREDIBLY pissed off just because my character called theirs a commie, and continued off-handedly referring to them as a commie (even as he was continually called a "chauvinist pig" right back and she basically obligated him to start taking more risks because she was so mad at him). They got SO PISSED that, despite the fact that all of our characters survived the session reasonably intact and we decided to make a campaign of it going forward, they considered straight up scrapping their character and just making a "plain, milquetoast, boring Caucasian" just to "fit in with everybody".

Overall fun session, but I feel a mix between laughing like a massive shitter about the fact that the one friend is so offended over my character calling theirs a commie (despite the fact that they went INTO the session being fully made aware that their character would most likely face discrimination based on their race and sex due to the times) and feeling guilty that they had such a bad time over a total IC issue.
 
So, I have finally dipped my toes into the world of tabletop gaming by way of participating in a oneshot Call of Cthulhu session with a group of 3 other friends, 2 of them participating as other players and one acting as the DM of our session. To give a summation of each of our characters' backgrounds, as it will be relevant to the purpose of this story, I opted to make my character as a humble sexton, one of the friends is a nurse, and the other made a rather elaborate setup of being a Chinese mail-order bride turned singer that carries a gun that she is no way specced for using properly in her purse. The year is, as established by our DM, 1924 and the general setting is in Michigan, near enough to Detroit.

Given that it is still in the early-to-mid 1920's, we can infer that, first, China has formally established the Chinese Communist Party by this point, and, second, we are in the fairly recent aftermath of the first Red Scare. So, about midway into the session, after getting a hold of shit being generally fucked upon this train that all of our characters have ended up in, we each finally take a moment to introduce ourselves to one another. The Chinese girl and my character are already not on the best of terms following the opening bits of the session after much back-and-forth arguing and skepticism on my character's part about something being horribly amiss about this train ride, which said Chinese girl had basically kickstarted by being the one to really be proactive in accelerating things to "shit hit the fan" levels fairly quickly by sticking her nose into things where it didn't belong right off the bat. As she formally introduces herself, she clarifies that she is, in fact, Chinese, which leads my character into mumbling about her being a "commie bitch," to which she quickly retorts that he is a "chauvinist pig".

All well and good, I'm having a good old laugh at the banter and making sure to apologize out of courtesy OOC to my friend as I'm just trying to stay in-character with the times. I'm laughing, the DM is laughing, the other friend playing the nurse is laughing at the audacity of the situation, but friend playing the Chinese girl goes deathly silent. Turns out, as they elaborate after the session, they got INCREDIBLY pissed off just because my character called theirs a commie, and continued off-handedly referring to them as a commie (even as he was continually called a "chauvinist pig" right back and she basically obligated him to start taking more risks because she was so mad at him). They got SO PISSED that, despite the fact that all of our characters survived the session reasonably intact and we decided to make a campaign of it going forward, they considered straight up scrapping their character and just making a "plain, milquetoast, boring Caucasian" just to "fit in with everybody".

Overall fun session, but I feel a mix between laughing like a massive shitter about the fact that the one friend is so offended over my character calling theirs a commie (despite the fact that they went INTO the session being fully made aware that their character would most likely face discrimination based on their race and sex due to the times) and feeling guilty that they had such a bad time over a total IC issue.
Man I wish for some roleplay like that, BESM actually has -Ism as a disadvantage coming at 1, 2 and 3 points of varying intensity, but it never quite elaborates what's what. You'd totally be asking for it though!
 
So, I have finally dipped my toes into the world of tabletop gaming by way of participating in a oneshot Call of Cthulhu session with a group of 3 other friends, 2 of them participating as other players and one acting as the DM of our session. To give a summation of each of our characters' backgrounds, as it will be relevant to the purpose of this story, I opted to make my character as a humble sexton, one of the friends is a nurse, and the other made a rather elaborate setup of being a Chinese mail-order bride turned singer that carries a gun that she is no way specced for using properly in her purse. The year is, as established by our DM, 1924 and the general setting is in Michigan, near enough to Detroit.

Given that it is still in the early-to-mid 1920's, we can infer that, first, China has formally established the Chinese Communist Party by this point, and, second, we are in the fairly recent aftermath of the first Red Scare. So, about midway into the session, after getting a hold of shit being generally fucked upon this train that all of our characters have ended up in, we each finally take a moment to introduce ourselves to one another. The Chinese girl and my character are already not on the best of terms following the opening bits of the session after much back-and-forth arguing and skepticism on my character's part about something being horribly amiss about this train ride, which said Chinese girl had basically kickstarted by being the one to really be proactive in accelerating things to "shit hit the fan" levels fairly quickly by sticking her nose into things where it didn't belong right off the bat. As she formally introduces herself, she clarifies that she is, in fact, Chinese, which leads my character into mumbling about her being a "commie bitch," to which she quickly retorts that he is a "chauvinist pig".

All well and good, I'm having a good old laugh at the banter and making sure to apologize out of courtesy OOC to my friend as I'm just trying to stay in-character with the times. I'm laughing, the DM is laughing, the other friend playing the nurse is laughing at the audacity of the situation, but friend playing the Chinese girl goes deathly silent. Turns out, as they elaborate after the session, they got INCREDIBLY pissed off just because my character called theirs a commie, and continued off-handedly referring to them as a commie (even as he was continually called a "chauvinist pig" right back and she basically obligated him to start taking more risks because she was so mad at him). They got SO PISSED that, despite the fact that all of our characters survived the session reasonably intact and we decided to make a campaign of it going forward, they considered straight up scrapping their character and just making a "plain, milquetoast, boring Caucasian" just to "fit in with everybody".

Overall fun session, but I feel a mix between laughing like a massive shitter about the fact that the one friend is so offended over my character calling theirs a commie (despite the fact that they went INTO the session being fully made aware that their character would most likely face discrimination based on their race and sex due to the times) and feeling guilty that they had such a bad time over a total IC issue.
Can't wait for this person to play an elf and get pissed off that everybody is calling their character a sissy even though they made it clear their elf is completely heterosexual.

Seriously, do they understand the concept of make-believe?
 
So, I have finally dipped my toes into the world of tabletop gaming by way of participating in a oneshot Call of Cthulhu session with a group of 3 other friends, 2 of them participating as other players and one acting as the DM of our session. To give a summation of each of our characters' backgrounds, as it will be relevant to the purpose of this story, I opted to make my character as a humble sexton, one of the friends is a nurse, and the other made a rather elaborate setup of being a Chinese mail-order bride turned singer that carries a gun that she is no way specced for using properly in her purse. The year is, as established by our DM, 1924 and the general setting is in Michigan, near enough to Detroit.

Given that it is still in the early-to-mid 1920's, we can infer that, first, China has formally established the Chinese Communist Party by this point, and, second, we are in the fairly recent aftermath of the first Red Scare. So, about midway into the session, after getting a hold of shit being generally fucked upon this train that all of our characters have ended up in, we each finally take a moment to introduce ourselves to one another. The Chinese girl and my character are already not on the best of terms following the opening bits of the session after much back-and-forth arguing and skepticism on my character's part about something being horribly amiss about this train ride, which said Chinese girl had basically kickstarted by being the one to really be proactive in accelerating things to "shit hit the fan" levels fairly quickly by sticking her nose into things where it didn't belong right off the bat. As she formally introduces herself, she clarifies that she is, in fact, Chinese, which leads my character into mumbling about her being a "commie bitch," to which she quickly retorts that he is a "chauvinist pig".

All well and good, I'm having a good old laugh at the banter and making sure to apologize out of courtesy OOC to my friend as I'm just trying to stay in-character with the times. I'm laughing, the DM is laughing, the other friend playing the nurse is laughing at the audacity of the situation, but friend playing the Chinese girl goes deathly silent. Turns out, as they elaborate after the session, they got INCREDIBLY pissed off just because my character called theirs a commie, and continued off-handedly referring to them as a commie (even as he was continually called a "chauvinist pig" right back and she basically obligated him to start taking more risks because she was so mad at him). They got SO PISSED that, despite the fact that all of our characters survived the session reasonably intact and we decided to make a campaign of it going forward, they considered straight up scrapping their character and just making a "plain, milquetoast, boring Caucasian" just to "fit in with everybody".

Overall fun session, but I feel a mix between laughing like a massive shitter about the fact that the one friend is so offended over my character calling theirs a commie (despite the fact that they went INTO the session being fully made aware that their character would most likely face discrimination based on their race and sex due to the times) and feeling guilty that they had such a bad time over a total IC issue.

I'll give a better opinion later, but I just want to say my favorite thing to call a commie female is a "Party Favor".

Also, tell your DM to set the next session in Mainland China during the Sino-Japanese war. Watching shitlibs try to process yellow-on-yellow racism is always a hoot.
 
So, I have finally dipped my toes into the world of tabletop gaming by way of participating in a oneshot Call of Cthulhu session with a group of 3 other friends, 2 of them participating as other players and one acting as the DM of our session. To give a summation of each of our characters' backgrounds, as it will be relevant to the purpose of this story, I opted to make my character as a humble sexton, one of the friends is a nurse, and the other made a rather elaborate setup of being a Chinese mail-order bride turned singer that carries a gun that she is no way specced for using properly in her purse. The year is, as established by our DM, 1924 and the general setting is in Michigan, near enough to Detroit.

Given that it is still in the early-to-mid 1920's, we can infer that, first, China has formally established the Chinese Communist Party by this point, and, second, we are in the fairly recent aftermath of the first Red Scare. So, about midway into the session, after getting a hold of shit being generally fucked upon this train that all of our characters have ended up in, we each finally take a moment to introduce ourselves to one another. The Chinese girl and my character are already not on the best of terms following the opening bits of the session after much back-and-forth arguing and skepticism on my character's part about something being horribly amiss about this train ride, which said Chinese girl had basically kickstarted by being the one to really be proactive in accelerating things to "shit hit the fan" levels fairly quickly by sticking her nose into things where it didn't belong right off the bat. As she formally introduces herself, she clarifies that she is, in fact, Chinese, which leads my character into mumbling about her being a "commie bitch," to which she quickly retorts that he is a "chauvinist pig".

All well and good, I'm having a good old laugh at the banter and making sure to apologize out of courtesy OOC to my friend as I'm just trying to stay in-character with the times. I'm laughing, the DM is laughing, the other friend playing the nurse is laughing at the audacity of the situation, but friend playing the Chinese girl goes deathly silent. Turns out, as they elaborate after the session, they got INCREDIBLY pissed off just because my character called theirs a commie, and continued off-handedly referring to them as a commie (even as he was continually called a "chauvinist pig" right back and she basically obligated him to start taking more risks because she was so mad at him). They got SO PISSED that, despite the fact that all of our characters survived the session reasonably intact and we decided to make a campaign of it going forward, they considered straight up scrapping their character and just making a "plain, milquetoast, boring Caucasian" just to "fit in with everybody".

Overall fun session, but I feel a mix between laughing like a massive shitter about the fact that the one friend is so offended over my character calling theirs a commie (despite the fact that they went INTO the session being fully made aware that their character would most likely face discrimination based on their race and sex due to the times) and feeling guilty that they had such a bad time over a total IC issue.
He's being a pussy and clearly either wasn't listening when warned about his choices resulting in shit like that, or just can't take it despite that.

Honestly you were light on him, since 1924? Johnson-Reed Act fired off that year, banning asians in general from the US due to sentiments against them at the time. You or the NPCs in the midwest could've gone full Klansman at the guy's character tbh and still be within character given the cultural atmosphere involving immigration and on the Chinese in general back in that period. Calling them a commie is tame and a fine character bit since the buttmad player bites back just fine.
 
One of the SR books goes into how the Native American Nations (the NAN) swelled their numbers. If you thought you had native ancestry, they'd run DNA tests for you (I presume the Dawes Roll wasn't out of the question either). If you had enough, you could claim citizenship (I should note that some NAN groups, such as the Cascade Orks, would happily supply you with falsified documents for a reasonable price).

Another interesting bit is that many of the NAN nations have 'reservations' of Anglos who were unable or unwilling to leave. They're basically hemmed in and left alone by the NAN authorities for the most part.
I'd need to check something to be sure of the numbers, but what Alaska turned into is only has like 30% native, the rest being whites kept around because none of the natives had the know-how to keep all the industry going. Needless to say, despite being the only ones with citizenship that 30% of the country steps very, very lightly around the 70% that is both well-armed and keeps the lights on. There's also one nation (forget which exactly) that has major New Revolution sympathies among the minority tribe that's kept down by the majority tribe. And the Sioux are... the Sioux, and everyone watches themselves when they get involved because the Sioux have zero issues being well, the Sioux to any of the other tribes. The whole NAN is one giant powder keg thanks to tribalism kept in check only because the only thing the UCAS and CAS could possibly agree on would be going Manifest Destiny 2.0 on them and things going hot between the tribes would give them the perfect chance.

EDIT: One thing I forgot to mention is that I've heard that there were relocation programs, which were no doubt gladly taken up on by many, many people since a near-genocidal literal race war tends not to have people want to stick around on the other side's territory, so aside from places like Alaska the actual percentage of people of European descent is probably pretty small compared to what it is now, not a lot wanting to stick around given Daniel Howling Coyote was deciding to, and that's assuming they didn't get purged during the war by the same group of people who decided wiping out multiple cities at once with magic was fair game.

EDIT 2: Its actually a mere twenty-two percent tribal in Athabaskan Council (aka Native Alaska) lands with the capital city of Fairbanks being just 20%, so yeah, "How do we keep the metics from killing us all?" is a very real concern on their minds, as noted in the Sixth World Almanac. And yes, the Treaty of Denver had stipulations that all persons not eligible for citizenship in the new tribal lands should be relocated in ten years. Some have adhered more strictly than others, obviously.
 
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Overall fun session, but I feel a mix between laughing like a massive shitter about the fact that the one friend is so offended over my character calling theirs a commie (despite the fact that they went INTO the session being fully made aware that their character would most likely face discrimination based on their race and sex due to the times) and feeling guilty that they had such a bad time over a total IC issue.

Anyway, the thing I was going to say was your friend can eat a dick. They made a commie bitch, and are now angry they are being called as such. Sounds like they had ample opportunity to object OOC and instead opted to be a massive weeping vagina in-character.

It sounds like someone needs to have a come-to-jesus with this player - if they are this out of step with the party vibe and can't separate IC/OOC conflict resolution, and are too autistic to grasp the difference, they should maybe not be at that table.

I tend to look very oddly at anyone playing another gender/skin color to make sure that person isn't going be using the game as their platform to live out their dream of being Shaun King.
 
Anyway, the thing I was going to say was your friend can eat a dick. They made a commie bitch, and are now angry they are being called as such. Sounds like they had ample opportunity to object OOC and instead opted to be a massive weeping vagina in-character.

It sounds like someone needs to have a come-to-jesus with this player - if they are this out of step with the party vibe and can't separate IC/OOC conflict resolution, and are too autistic to grasp the difference, they should maybe not be at that table.

I tend to look very oddly at anyone playing another gender/skin color to make sure that person isn't going be using the game as their platform to live out their dream of being Shaun King.
I did get a chance to talk with nurse-player and the DM about it yesterday and we seem to be of mutual agreement that, since the majority of the participants are unbothered, we're just going to let them do what they want so long as it doesn't become overly disruptive. In the case that they do, they'll probably end up filtering themselves out of the game and future sessions without any involvement from us, given that the rest of us are just trying to have fun with it.

We also seemed to be of the mutual understanding that said player has a very questionable sense of self-awareness to begin with, given that they put the most effort into special snowflaking their character, was literally the only one to insist on having a loaded gun as a part of their character's default inventory (despite the fact that you'd probably think their sex and race would be obvious hampers to this being possible, given the times), was the first person to more or less charge straight into danger from the very beginning of the session, thus accelerating the rest of the events, and constantly curse all the while that they were getting themselves killed right off the bat (which didn't happen), and, most egregiously to me, because we play on one of those virtual tabletop apps, every time the DM would load our character tokens into a new map, commie-player would instantly open doors, start dragging their token all over the map to reveal it to themselves, and never once declare their actions or intent, no matter how many times I (somewhat jokingly) told them to stop fucking metagaming.

That last part, though, is perfectly fine. I didn't exactly key into this at the time, mostly dismissing it as "oh, the DM's probably just doing some housekeeping/setup for the map before we properly proceed", but the DM explained to me and nurse-player yesterday that, having taken into account commie-player's lack of self-awareness and thoughtless metagaming, he would fuck with them. The way he did this in our oneshot was placing an enemy token or two down the hall of a closed door we were about to enter, fully anticipating commie's predilection for just opening doors and dragging their token all over the map, making sure they saw it, which would CONSTANTLY make the player audibly shit their pants and start panicking (I was constantly having to ask "So is your character going to relay what she saw to us?"). Afterwards, usually when commie-player or one of us immediately closed the door, the DM would drag the enemy token into another room and then delete it.

Like I said, I wasn't sure what was going on, and, naturally, the first few times my character is told by commie that she saw something, then goes ahead of her to investigate only to see nothing there and, thus, continually doubt her going forward, I assumed our DM was probably setting up a surprise encounter or something. So when he told me yesterday he was literally doing it just to fuck with commie-player, I laughed my fucking ass off.

Also, to address your last point, it's a bit of PL to say this, but I don't think commie is so much "playing another gender/skin color" more as they're leaning more towards "self-inserting". Make of that what you will.
 
So when he told me yesterday he was literally doing it just to fuck with commie-player, I laughed my fucking ass off.
Pro strats by your DM.

In my onrunning game, the lizard ranger who is pretending to be a wizard (he has a robe, staff, and book; what more do you need? Magic? Pah, that's for nerds) is currently convincing the party that everyone should become a lich. He's currently planning a crusade on hell to get demon blood which will in some way help with that plan. Meanwhile my barbarian has gotten revenge on the cult that raised him by dropping a town on top of their home base and is looking for more longterm goals, so becoming a lich doesn't sound that bad. Should be interesting to see where we go from here.
 
I did get a chance to talk with nurse-player and the DM about it yesterday and we seem to be of mutual agreement that, since the majority of the participants are unbothered, we're just going to let them do what they want so long as it doesn't become overly disruptive. In the case that they do, they'll probably end up filtering themselves out of the game and future sessions without any involvement from us, given that the rest of us are just trying to have fun with it.

We also seemed to be of the mutual understanding that said player has a very questionable sense of self-awareness to begin with, given that they put the most effort into special snowflaking their character, was literally the only one to insist on having a loaded gun as a part of their character's default inventory (despite the fact that you'd probably think their sex and race would be obvious hampers to this being possible, given the times), was the first person to more or less charge straight into danger from the very beginning of the session, thus accelerating the rest of the events, and constantly curse all the while that they were getting themselves killed right off the bat (which didn't happen), and, most egregiously to me, because we play on one of those virtual tabletop apps, every time the DM would load our character tokens into a new map, commie-player would instantly open doors, start dragging their token all over the map to reveal it to themselves, and never once declare their actions or intent, no matter how many times I (somewhat jokingly) told them to stop fucking metagaming.

That last part, though, is perfectly fine. I didn't exactly key into this at the time, mostly dismissing it as "oh, the DM's probably just doing some housekeeping/setup for the map before we properly proceed", but the DM explained to me and nurse-player yesterday that, having taken into account commie-player's lack of self-awareness and thoughtless metagaming, he would fuck with them. The way he did this in our oneshot was placing an enemy token or two down the hall of a closed door we were about to enter, fully anticipating commie's predilection for just opening doors and dragging their token all over the map, making sure they saw it, which would CONSTANTLY make the player audibly shit their pants and start panicking (I was constantly having to ask "So is your character going to relay what she saw to us?"). Afterwards, usually when commie-player or one of us immediately closed the door, the DM would drag the enemy token into another room and then delete it.

Like I said, I wasn't sure what was going on, and, naturally, the first few times my character is told by commie that she saw something, then goes ahead of her to investigate only to see nothing there and, thus, continually doubt her going forward, I assumed our DM was probably setting up a surprise encounter or something. So when he told me yesterday he was literally doing it just to fuck with commie-player, I laughed my fucking ass off.

I've usually found that one player dedicated to not having fun will usually find a way to ruin a session for everyone at a table no matter what, but you know your group better than I do.

If you're using Maptool there are some settings you can use to prevent Ferret behavior.
Though it sounds like you might not want to.


Also, to address your last point, it's a bit of PL to say this, but I don't think commie is so much "playing another gender/skin color" more as they're leaning more towards "self-inserting". Make of that what you will.

Oh, well then just call their character a slanted chink zipperhead to open the next session.
Or even better, since they are complaining about being made fun of for being a commie instead of experiencing actual racism, have the other players make Sambeaux Groslevres, Juan Ricardo Spicastello, Ching Chang Wang Chong, and of course Bob the Canadian. You can have for backups Patrick Sheamus McGuiness, Antonio Dagostina, Achmed Camelsand, and Padeep Wogshwami.
For Maximum racial hilarity make sure the characters are deep and well-rounded: Sambeaux is from a wealthy Congolese family, and well educated in france in America to manage his family's investments. Juan Spicastello is an art collector. Ching Chang is a mining engineer in California.

All of them except Bob. Bob has no defining traits or anything about him. No NPC makes any references to the races of the other rainbow collation members, but he should be derisively asked by every NPC that is encountered, within 30 seconds of meeting and ideally before he's had a chance to say anything, "You're from canada, aren't you?".
 
I did get a chance to talk with nurse-player and the DM about it yesterday and we seem to be of mutual agreement that, since the majority of the participants are unbothered, we're just going to let them do what they want so long as it doesn't become overly disruptive. In the case that they do, they'll probably end up filtering themselves out of the game and future sessions without any involvement from us, given that the rest of us are just trying to have fun with it.

We also seemed to be of the mutual understanding that said player has a very questionable sense of self-awareness to begin with, given that they put the most effort into special snowflaking their character, was literally the only one to insist on having a loaded gun as a part of their character's default inventory (despite the fact that you'd probably think their sex and race would be obvious hampers to this being possible, given the times), was the first person to more or less charge straight into danger from the very beginning of the session, thus accelerating the rest of the events, and constantly curse all the while that they were getting themselves killed right off the bat (which didn't happen), and, most egregiously to me, because we play on one of those virtual tabletop apps, every time the DM would load our character tokens into a new map, commie-player would instantly open doors, start dragging their token all over the map to reveal it to themselves, and never once declare their actions or intent, no matter how many times I (somewhat jokingly) told them to stop fucking metagaming.

That last part, though, is perfectly fine. I didn't exactly key into this at the time, mostly dismissing it as "oh, the DM's probably just doing some housekeeping/setup for the map before we properly proceed", but the DM explained to me and nurse-player yesterday that, having taken into account commie-player's lack of self-awareness and thoughtless metagaming, he would fuck with them. The way he did this in our oneshot was placing an enemy token or two down the hall of a closed door we were about to enter, fully anticipating commie's predilection for just opening doors and dragging their token all over the map, making sure they saw it, which would CONSTANTLY make the player audibly shit their pants and start panicking (I was constantly having to ask "So is your character going to relay what she saw to us?"). Afterwards, usually when commie-player or one of us immediately closed the door, the DM would drag the enemy token into another room and then delete it.

Like I said, I wasn't sure what was going on, and, naturally, the first few times my character is told by commie that she saw something, then goes ahead of her to investigate only to see nothing there and, thus, continually doubt her going forward, I assumed our DM was probably setting up a surprise encounter or something. So when he told me yesterday he was literally doing it just to fuck with commie-player, I laughed my fucking ass off.

Also, to address your last point, it's a bit of PL to say this, but I don't think commie is so much "playing another gender/skin color" more as they're leaning more towards "self-inserting". Make of that what you will.
Ah, it's one of those situations. Well, at least the GM and the rest of the party is fine with the casual prejudice of the 1920s. The whole point is to pretend to be people who aren't you, and it's part of the fun to try and see that world through the eyes of someone who may have lived in that era.

Oh, well then just call their character a slanted chink zipperhead to open the next session.
Or even better, since they are complaining about being made fun of for being a commie instead of experiencing actual racism, have the other players make Sambeaux Groslevres, Juan Ricardo Spicastello, Ching Chang Wang Chong, and of course Bob the Canadian. You can have for backups Patrick Sheamus McGuiness, Antonio Dagostina, Achmed Camelsand, and Padeep Wogshwami.
For Maximum racial hilarity make sure the characters are deep and well-rounded: Sambeaux is from a wealthy Congolese family, and well educated in france in America to manage his family's investments. Juan Spicastello is an art collector. Ching Chang is a mining engineer in California.

All of them except Bob. Bob has no defining traits or anything about him. No NPC makes any references to the races of the other rainbow collation members, but he should be derisively asked by every NPC that is encountered, within 30 seconds of meeting and ideally before he's had a chance to say anything, "You're from canada, aren't you?".
My sides! I love this plan. I would totally be Bob the Canadian.
 
Have they changed the combat in Shadowrun in later editions? I remember in first edition, they had cyberwear called enhanced reflexes, or something like that. I think there was 4 levels. Each level gave you an extra full action every combat round. So every player character had to take it because if you didn't, you'd be at a real disadvantage in combat.
 
All of them except Bob. Bob has no defining traits or anything about him. No NPC makes any references to the races of the other rainbow collation members, but he should be derisively asked by every NPC that is encountered, within 30 seconds of meeting and ideally before he's had a chance to say anything, "You're from canada, aren't you?".
And if the player has any sense of humor, their reply would be


 
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