I have seen an increase in what I have come to know as godmodders and tweakers. Yes, you know who you are. You that have such great skills that you can do near anything. You that think to control other players with the mighty 'you'. You that think fighting is you ALWAYS hitting the enemy, while they never even mess your hair. I have met you in the game, and I disregard your 'roleplaying'. Recently, I have been going beyond that, and outright attacking this poor semblance of RP. It has been called Ubertweaking by those who have witnessed it, between bouts of laughter.
I like to call it the Little-boy-with-wooden-swords treatment.
That is exactly what it says. In my character's eyes, you are no longer a great fighter, or terrible evil. You are not even treated as an insane person for your actions. In fact, your actions do not exist anymore. You become a prop. You think you are the best fighter on the face of the game? Not anymore, as you are now a little boy with wooden swords. With a few key statements, and a few /me's, that perception soon spreads tot he entire area. Your words are no longer heard, and your rude action are unseen. Reason? Well, kids just do the darnedest things.
For your enjoyment, I give you a fictional example of a meeting in the tavern.
Hyuken is once again behind the bar serving drinks and telling stories. Boon storms into the tavern with swords drawn.
Boon: Give me a drink or I will crush you all.
Hyuken: Sir, the Boss don't let me serve people with swords out.
Illiky nods and looks at the swords.
Boon: WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT? give me a drink now!!!
Hyuken tells Boon: Please tone down what you are doing. This would get you tossed out of a tavern.
Boon tells you: I am evil and will do what i want. stop being a whiner.
Hyuken: Sir, I ask you agin to put away your swords and be more polite, or I will call the guards in here and have you removed. Boss's rules.
Boon: The guards can't do anything to me. they are as weak as you.
Boon looms over you and makes your heart full of fear.
Hyuken tells Boon: Last warning. there are laws that you must RP by.
Boon: Laws mean NOTHING to me! give me a drink or I will stab your face.
Hyuken: [[very well, you were warned]]
Hyuken looks over the bar to see a little boy banging his wooden playswords against the side. "Hello there, Boon. Does your mother know you are here?
Boon: what are you talking about? don't make me cut you
Hyuken: Oh, she sent you to bring some cookies to the tavern. You are such a good boy. I see your father made you another wooden sword to go with your other.
Boon: I am going to kill you!
Hyuken: That is so cute! Isn't he the nicest little boy you know, Illiky? Always polite and caring.
Illiky: I guess so.
Hyuken: Would you like some of the cookies Boon brought for us? His mother is the best cook.
Boon reaches over and cuts Hyuken throat.
Hyuken laughs as Boon pokes him with one of his blunted wooden swords. "Hey, that tickles little man. You not big enough to try to fight yet."
Illiky takes a cookie.
Hyuken bites a cookie and smiles.
Boon: You did not, I killed you! stop godmodding
Hyuken: What was that? The other kids picked on you today? Well, don't be sad just because you are the littlest. You will grow up someday. Have one of your mother's cookies. She is such a nice lady.
Illiky: And a good cook too.
Boon: you all suck with your bad RP and godmodding! go to hell.
Boon toddles out of the tavern with his little wooden swords drawn, waving them at imaginary Ulbers.
Hyuken: Such a nice boy. I hope he brings back more cookies next time.
You are warned.