I've dealt with bad players all my life.
(16 years of gaming experience)
99% of the time I'm honest with them,
first in private just between us,
but if it continues I call them on their s**t while we're playing.
the 1% was this guy named Shane,
Long story short, one of the worst players I've ever played with.
He demands to be able to use rules that no one else is,
or that he's not restricted by the same rules as everyone else,
Completely anti-social,
and uses his large size, aggressive attitude and loud voice to intimidate people into doing what he wants.
One day I had enough of s**t and called him on it in front of everyone.
This is because for years I had known that he lied about his rolls,
where he would shake with his right, and toss his dice into his cupped left hand,
"Because then they don't roll all over the place and I can pick them up easy."
and he always seemed to roll great when he needed it, or when people weren't looking.
One time we were at the comicbook shop playing after hours and I was standing right behind him when he rolled and clear as day saw that he rolled a 3 on a D20,
but when he picked up the dice he picked it up at a slight angle so a much higher number was ontop,
he then called that number as what he rolled.
I tried to play it smooth and not scream "you ******** cheater!"
by saying, "Shane, how do you have a Plus 18 bonus to your attack?"
He replied "Oh, I don't, I rolled a *insert the lie here* and have a plus 8."
"No you didn't, I saw it, you rolled a 3."
"No I DIDN'T! I TOLD YOU I GOT A *insert number here*."
"Shane, I get it that we've all fudged our dice rolls before for one reason or another, but when you're caught just admit it."
"YOU ********! I'M NOT CHEATING!"
He then ejects out of his chair and sticks his chest out, poking his finger at me.
I'm 6'0 tall and no scrawny wimp myself, but he still towers over me, but I stand my ground and push back.
"Shane, if you're gonna poke a fight at me be my guest and we'll take it outside!"
"YOU LITTLE s**t FINE! I'M GONNA KICK YOUR a**!"
"Well, you first big guy!"
as I point to the back door and he begins to huff off to it.
meanwhile everyone is far to frightened to do anything but watch as Shane stomps off to the door,
talking about all the ways he's gonna kick my a**.
I wait till he's the first one out, walk up to the door, close it and lock him out.
yell through the door at him "You can come back in when you're not such a ******** a*****e to everyone! Monday seems good to me!"
(it was a saturday night)
He pounds at the door but it's one of those solid metal loading doors, so his pounding is just a low thud.
Everyone just looks at me in amazement, I tell them...
"If you want your chance to tell the guy to not come back you've got an industrial metal door to keep him off of you."
The everyone laughs, the GM yells out "Shane! I think you better look for a new group! Don't worry we'll keep your stuff here so you can get it on Monday."
Shane screamed some more, pounded the door more,
Got out to his car and honked the horn for a while,
but come next Saturday he wasn't there,
and when I saw him next he just gave me a mean look and I ignored him.