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Can someone delete my profile pls
- Thread starter Victor Pflug
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Melcar
Arcane
Codex claims another victim.
Many, actually.
Beastro
Arcane
Which one of them gets pflugged and which one does the pflugging in the relationship?
Beastro
Arcane
It's Codex equivalent of smokers who give their friends or family their cigarettes and lighter when they try to quit only to go out and buy more a few days later.
I've never had any kind of negative feelings towards Victor Pflug, in fact, I always kinda liked the guy.
The problem started about three weeks ago. I had a dream involving Victor, I was working with him and Mark Yohalem on their upcoming game. We were looking over demographics and how they related to various geographical locations. Without even realising it, I said "Yeah, Nigger, we should do pretty well on RPGCodex" He just looked at me and stormed out with Mark behind him. I woke up and went into the bathroom to splash cold water in my face. I dismissed it. I don't have a racist bone in my body. This was just one of those dreams, right?
A week and a half ago, I had a similar experience. This time I dreamt we were going wine-tasting together. I don't remember the lead-up but I ended up saying something to the effect of "The sommelier said we should be detecting earthy tones in this wine, but it's just not registering with me, Nigger" This time, instead of storming out he replied, very sternly "Why did you feel that was an appropriate thing to say?" I began to stutter and explain it was an accident but I had once again woken up.
The most recent incident was last night. I dreamt I was at a family barbecue with the Primordia devs, just them and a few codexers. He was manning the grill and i was speaking to Bastiaan while the children played with each other (I know Dave and James are adults now but I still think of them as children) I said to James very politely "excuse me for one moment" and marched right up to Victor and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around to look and me and I just said the word and nothing else. I can write off this happening once or twice in my dreams but three separate events is too much.
I don't know what to do. I don't want to do this. Every time it happens my work suffers the next day. I've started lying to my GF saying I've been having nightmares but I'm not sure she fully believes it. Lately, I've been worrying I might start saying it in my sleep and she could hear. I'm at my wits end and I want it to stop.
The problem started about three weeks ago. I had a dream involving Victor, I was working with him and Mark Yohalem on their upcoming game. We were looking over demographics and how they related to various geographical locations. Without even realising it, I said "Yeah, Nigger, we should do pretty well on RPGCodex" He just looked at me and stormed out with Mark behind him. I woke up and went into the bathroom to splash cold water in my face. I dismissed it. I don't have a racist bone in my body. This was just one of those dreams, right?
A week and a half ago, I had a similar experience. This time I dreamt we were going wine-tasting together. I don't remember the lead-up but I ended up saying something to the effect of "The sommelier said we should be detecting earthy tones in this wine, but it's just not registering with me, Nigger" This time, instead of storming out he replied, very sternly "Why did you feel that was an appropriate thing to say?" I began to stutter and explain it was an accident but I had once again woken up.
The most recent incident was last night. I dreamt I was at a family barbecue with the Primordia devs, just them and a few codexers. He was manning the grill and i was speaking to Bastiaan while the children played with each other (I know Dave and James are adults now but I still think of them as children) I said to James very politely "excuse me for one moment" and marched right up to Victor and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around to look and me and I just said the word and nothing else. I can write off this happening once or twice in my dreams but three separate events is too much.
I don't know what to do. I don't want to do this. Every time it happens my work suffers the next day. I've started lying to my GF saying I've been having nightmares but I'm not sure she fully believes it. Lately, I've been worrying I might start saying it in my sleep and she could hear. I'm at my wits end and I want it to stop.
gooseman
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Interesting that this only started happening recently. If codex was racist before, surely someone as sensitive as Victor would leave right away, but he hasn't, with his 2009 account. This phenomenon also seems to have affected wadjet eye and wormwood studios, as they also severed ties with Victor.
Someone has to investigate the mystery of the n-word. with noire self-narration
Odoryuk
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Isn't this the forum for discussing role playing RPG games, not a racist forum?
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I consulted a renowned psychiatrist regarding these dreams and their content, and he said the scientific evidence is conclusive as to what they mean (to protect your privacy, the analysis is included behind the spoiler tags):
Angnomynous Wasp Scholar
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Pretending to be racist on RPG Codex is role-playing (unlike pretending to be FAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
I need to vent about something that happened recently and get some advice on how to handle this. I had been planning a road trip to Louisiana for a couple of months with Victor. We had exchanged messages for months, talking about our bucket lists and our mutual interest in visiting Louisiana. After many conversations, we decided it would be fun to meet up in person and explore the state together.
Our plan was pretty exciting – we mapped out a week-long road trip to visit some key spots. We wanted to start in New Orleans and spend a few days soaking in the French Quarter, checking out the historic sites, and of course, indulging in the local food scene. From there, we were going to visit the bayous, do a swamp tour, and even spend some time in Baton Rouge to explore the capital. I was particularly excited about visiting some lesser-known small towns along the way, places that tourists usually overlook. We had discussed renting a car, splitting the costs, and even booked a couple of Airbnb stays along the route.
I was pumped for this trip and had already taken time off from work. Then, just a few days before we were supposed to meet up in New Orleans, Victor goes silent. At first, I didn’t think much of it – maybe he was busy or had something come up. But as the day of our trip got closer, I started getting anxious. I sent him multiple messages, but he didn’t respond to anything. The night before I was supposed to fly out, I still hadn’t heard from him, and all my attempts to reach him failed. It was like he disappeared without a trace – no text, no email, nothing.
I ended up canceling my flight last minute because it was clear Victor wasn’t going to show. What bothers me the most isn’t just that he canceled, but that he didn’t even give me a heads-up or an explanation. After months of planning and what felt like a solid friendship, he just ghosted me. I’ve been racking my brain trying to figure out what could’ve happened – maybe something serious came up on his end, or he had second thoughts about meeting in person? But if that were the case, why not just let me know?
Has anyone experienced something like this before? How do you deal with the disappointment and confusion? Should I try reaching out again or just let it go? Any advice would be appreciated.
Our plan was pretty exciting – we mapped out a week-long road trip to visit some key spots. We wanted to start in New Orleans and spend a few days soaking in the French Quarter, checking out the historic sites, and of course, indulging in the local food scene. From there, we were going to visit the bayous, do a swamp tour, and even spend some time in Baton Rouge to explore the capital. I was particularly excited about visiting some lesser-known small towns along the way, places that tourists usually overlook. We had discussed renting a car, splitting the costs, and even booked a couple of Airbnb stays along the route.
I was pumped for this trip and had already taken time off from work. Then, just a few days before we were supposed to meet up in New Orleans, Victor goes silent. At first, I didn’t think much of it – maybe he was busy or had something come up. But as the day of our trip got closer, I started getting anxious. I sent him multiple messages, but he didn’t respond to anything. The night before I was supposed to fly out, I still hadn’t heard from him, and all my attempts to reach him failed. It was like he disappeared without a trace – no text, no email, nothing.
I ended up canceling my flight last minute because it was clear Victor wasn’t going to show. What bothers me the most isn’t just that he canceled, but that he didn’t even give me a heads-up or an explanation. After months of planning and what felt like a solid friendship, he just ghosted me. I’ve been racking my brain trying to figure out what could’ve happened – maybe something serious came up on his end, or he had second thoughts about meeting in person? But if that were the case, why not just let me know?
Has anyone experienced something like this before? How do you deal with the disappointment and confusion? Should I try reaching out again or just let it go? Any advice would be appreciated.
darkpatriot
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My wife's son has a rare neurological disorder. He is non-verbal, has difficulty with motor skills, and has developmental delays. Despite these challenges, he is an incredibly happy child, always smiling and enjoying the world in his own unique way. I’ve always loved him for who he is, and I’ve built my life around making sure he has everything he needs to thrive.
My friend, Victor Pflug, has always been one of those people who think he knows best about everything. He’s never been subtle about his opinions on how I should “fix” my wife's son, constantly suggesting bizarre treatments or diets. I’ve always politely declined, explaining that his condition is not something that can be “cured” and that we love him exactly as he is.
Recently, Victor offered to take him for the weekend so my wife and I could have some time to ourselves. I was hesitant but thought maybe he was trying to bond with the little guy so I agreed.
Two days later, I went to pick him up, and Victor seemed weirdly upbeat. I went inside and noticed my wife's son wasn’t in his usual happy mood. He was lethargic and seemed unwell. I asked Victor what happened, and he just smiled and said, “Oh, I took matters into my own hands. You can thank me later.”
Confused, I pressed him for more details, and that’s when he casually mentioned that he took him to a “specialist” he found online. Apparently, this “specialist” was some unlicensed quack who claims he can “reverse” neurological disorders with a combination of extreme sensory deprivation, “herbal treatments,” and “detox procedures.”
Victor admitted he had taken my wife's son to this man’s “clinic” for a two-day session, which involved placing him in a dark room for hours, forcing him to drink some kind of foul-smelling concoction, and subjecting him to “re-alignment therapy,” which turned out to be this man stretching and manipulating his limbs and joints for hours.
I was horrified. I demanded to know why he would do something so reckless and dangerous. Victor just shrugged and said he was “tired” of seeing me “enable” his condition and that he was “only trying to help.” He then had the audacity to say, “At least I’m doing something instead of coddling him like you do!”
I immediately took my wife's son to the hospital. He was severely dehydrated, and the doctors were furious when they heard what happened. They said the “treatments” Victor subjected him to were abusive and potentially life-threatening. He had to stay in the hospital for observation.
I was livid. I confronted Victor, telling him he was never to come near my wife's son again. He had the nerve to call me “ungrateful,” saying he “sacrificed” his time and money to “fix” him, and that I was “too emotional” to see the bigger picture.
My family has now taken sides. My parents and some relatives are calling me cruel and saying Victor “did his best” and that I’m overreacting. They’re saying I should “forgive” him because he was “just trying to help in his own way.” My wife is furious and wants to cut off everyone who’s siding with Victor. She also wants to file a police report for child abuse.
Victor is playing the victim, posting on social media about how I’m “unreasonable” and “preventing” my wife's son from getting the “treatment he needs.” He's even claiming that he had legal guardianship of my wife's son and posted the waiver he signed for that "specialist" as proof.
I’ve blocked him on everything, but now people are calling me “cold-hearted” and “dramatic” for wanting to go no-contact with my former friend.
My friend, Victor Pflug, has always been one of those people who think he knows best about everything. He’s never been subtle about his opinions on how I should “fix” my wife's son, constantly suggesting bizarre treatments or diets. I’ve always politely declined, explaining that his condition is not something that can be “cured” and that we love him exactly as he is.
Recently, Victor offered to take him for the weekend so my wife and I could have some time to ourselves. I was hesitant but thought maybe he was trying to bond with the little guy so I agreed.
Two days later, I went to pick him up, and Victor seemed weirdly upbeat. I went inside and noticed my wife's son wasn’t in his usual happy mood. He was lethargic and seemed unwell. I asked Victor what happened, and he just smiled and said, “Oh, I took matters into my own hands. You can thank me later.”
Confused, I pressed him for more details, and that’s when he casually mentioned that he took him to a “specialist” he found online. Apparently, this “specialist” was some unlicensed quack who claims he can “reverse” neurological disorders with a combination of extreme sensory deprivation, “herbal treatments,” and “detox procedures.”
Victor admitted he had taken my wife's son to this man’s “clinic” for a two-day session, which involved placing him in a dark room for hours, forcing him to drink some kind of foul-smelling concoction, and subjecting him to “re-alignment therapy,” which turned out to be this man stretching and manipulating his limbs and joints for hours.
I was horrified. I demanded to know why he would do something so reckless and dangerous. Victor just shrugged and said he was “tired” of seeing me “enable” his condition and that he was “only trying to help.” He then had the audacity to say, “At least I’m doing something instead of coddling him like you do!”
I immediately took my wife's son to the hospital. He was severely dehydrated, and the doctors were furious when they heard what happened. They said the “treatments” Victor subjected him to were abusive and potentially life-threatening. He had to stay in the hospital for observation.
I was livid. I confronted Victor, telling him he was never to come near my wife's son again. He had the nerve to call me “ungrateful,” saying he “sacrificed” his time and money to “fix” him, and that I was “too emotional” to see the bigger picture.
My family has now taken sides. My parents and some relatives are calling me cruel and saying Victor “did his best” and that I’m overreacting. They’re saying I should “forgive” him because he was “just trying to help in his own way.” My wife is furious and wants to cut off everyone who’s siding with Victor. She also wants to file a police report for child abuse.
Victor is playing the victim, posting on social media about how I’m “unreasonable” and “preventing” my wife's son from getting the “treatment he needs.” He's even claiming that he had legal guardianship of my wife's son and posted the waiver he signed for that "specialist" as proof.
I’ve blocked him on everything, but now people are calling me “cold-hearted” and “dramatic” for wanting to go no-contact with my former friend.
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Popot
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I saw Victor Pflug at a grocery store in Los Angeles yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything.
He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?” I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in his hands without paying.
The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter. When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.
He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?” I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in his hands without paying.
The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter. When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.
Melcar
Arcane
Victor Buttplug was quite a character. He will be missed.
About two years ago I was in L.A. with my two friends cruising around near downtown. We pull up to this stoplight and there's this black stretch limo sitting there next to us with its rear-most passenger window down. I look over and see Victor in the limo. Naturally, I lean out of the car and ask him, "Pardon me, would you have any Grey Poupon?" Victor looks over at me like I'm some sort of mass murderer and yells, "What are you talking about? Why do all the crazy people bother me in this town?!?"
Then I see him turn back to his right towards some shadowy figure sitting next to him in the limo and I think his head lowered towards that person's lap. I could have swore I saw Victor's head like bobbing up and down or something but I couldn't be sure.
As soon as the light turned green my friend peeled away into the intersection but the limo just sat there and I think a cop car pulled up behind it with its lights on.
I never went back to L.A. again after that.
Then I see him turn back to his right towards some shadowy figure sitting next to him in the limo and I think his head lowered towards that person's lap. I could have swore I saw Victor's head like bobbing up and down or something but I couldn't be sure.
As soon as the light turned green my friend peeled away into the intersection but the limo just sat there and I think a cop car pulled up behind it with its lights on.
I never went back to L.A. again after that.
Beastro
Arcane
Just Locus
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Why did this thread suddenly get filled with users' fanfics about Victor
Durq
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I was at the coffee shop the other day with Victor. He ordered pumpkin spice just like I fucking knew he would. He was especially agitated that day, and he wouldn't stop talking about robots. He said something like, “Robots are indistinguishable from humans. We can't even detect them anymore.”
I tried to console him by brushing my finger along his cheek. “Nobody's a robot,” I said. “You're being paranoid.”
He pushed my hand away and said, “Don't patronize me, Jerry. I'll show you. I'll show everyone. My Robot Detection Protocol is infallible.”
He got up and grabbed a waitress by her ponytail and started screaming at her. “Admit you're a robot! I'll cut off your face if I have to and show everyone your metal innards!”
In a surprisingly athletic maneuver, he judo-flipped the waitress onto the floor and pinned her down and pulled a knife out of his pocket. A bunch of buff dudes happened to be in the coffee shop at that time, and they jumped on Victor and restrained him before he could do any damage to the waitress.
As the police were hauling Victor away, he looked at me and said, “Bring my pumpkin spice latte to the jail.”
I said I wouldn't, and I never did.
I tried to console him by brushing my finger along his cheek. “Nobody's a robot,” I said. “You're being paranoid.”
He pushed my hand away and said, “Don't patronize me, Jerry. I'll show you. I'll show everyone. My Robot Detection Protocol is infallible.”
He got up and grabbed a waitress by her ponytail and started screaming at her. “Admit you're a robot! I'll cut off your face if I have to and show everyone your metal innards!”
In a surprisingly athletic maneuver, he judo-flipped the waitress onto the floor and pinned her down and pulled a knife out of his pocket. A bunch of buff dudes happened to be in the coffee shop at that time, and they jumped on Victor and restrained him before he could do any damage to the waitress.
As the police were hauling Victor away, he looked at me and said, “Bring my pumpkin spice latte to the jail.”
I said I wouldn't, and I never did.
You sit in the toilet bowl and wonder why people are shitting and pissing on you.
gooseman
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