There was a YR at my college gaming club ten years ago. He made quite the impression: incited so much drama that we ended up loosing nearly a quarter of the group’s population, including nearly all of the women in the group (surprise, surprise), and was a general all-around asshole. I remember playing Settlers of Catan with him once, and he actively cheated in trades, to the point where we called over another member of the club to act as a trusted third party where he was concerned.
This was a fellow who took joy in the simple pleasures of life, like finding that, as the president of the club, which was basically supposed to be a not-serious position (college gaming club, hello!), by the actual letter of the club constitution, he could not be dismissed from his position without his consent, and had full authority to be (ab)used as he saw fit, including getting to verbally abuse the club officers who couldn’t get rid of him, especially the female officers.
The only reason I didn’t join the exodus was that I had already been part of the club for a year while he’d been off in DC as an intern for Dubya, and I had roots in the group by that point.
