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The Anti Munch Project is all about role-play awareness. With the onset of poorly skilled role-players growing larger all the time, we need this thread to show them where they are going wrong. AMP lists first the types of role-player, and then the various types of Muncher/Godmoder/Godmodder.

Oldbies: Are veterans of role-playing. They generally know best after years of experience.
Elites: Elites are on their way to becoming Oldbies, but are still changed Literates. Elites can be recognised by their "Elites only" policy, with no leeway whatsoever. They are generally quite cocky, think they are better, and insist on using reams and reams of detail. This can be particularly true for magic users, who are convinced that their descriptions of the traits and limits of magic are unquestionable. (Not all Literates become Elites before they move on to Oldbies. Don't worry.)
Literates: A growing minority, literate role-players are just that. They use correct punctuation and grammar, and role-play fairly. Literates often refer to, and follow, the AMP (Anti-Munch Project).
ne0 n00b: ne0s (never use a capital 'n' for them!) at first appear to be Literates. This falsehood becomes apparent after a few posts however, as they tend to break the AMP a lot, and are actually just n00bs who can spell.
n00b: (Don't use a capital 'n' for these either!) n00bs are the worst role-player available. A sad and terribly derogatory approach to take, but the simple fact of the matter is that they just cannot and will not role-play fairly, even when outnumbered, outgunned, and obviously dead in character. They will often resort to flaming, leading to eventual bans, new accounts, and new bans.
Newbie: A Newbie can at first seem to be an n00b, they can though, learn to correctly role-play fairly and adequately. Newbies are to be encouraged and treated well, and will often grow into skilled Literates.

Aimbotters: Especially annoying when using NPCs, as NPCs don't get to argue about munch...
A: Three hundred seventy of my trained assassin gymnasts crest the hill, sight you, and rush toward you.
B: Luckily, I have three hundred sixty-nine bullets in my chain gun! I quickly mow them all down, each taking a single bullet to the head, and peg the last one with a rock in the sternum.

Godmoders: Obvious.
A: Now that you're strapped to the end of a naval cannon, I fire it.
B: Whoosh! I nimbly dodge, somehow forgetting the fact that I'm restrained by three-hundred-pound chain!

Boa Constrictors: Threads that have a long list of rules that prevent any characters except their own from role-playing in that thread. No example will be given here, since that would be suggesting rules that shouldn't be used at all, and used separately these rules would be fine. Boa Constrictors most commonly like to ban most forms of magic, guns, NPCs, technology, 'special' abilities etc. The result is, as I said, a thread in which very few characters can venture. More recently, a favourite among Boas is to restrict character appearance to avatar appearance, and thus limit looks and powers to fire, ice, light, dark, angelic, and demonic. I do emphasise that threads should have whichever rules they want, within fairness to other role-players. Lists of rules that prevent too much are too, let's face it, n00bish.

IDKFA-ers: Most likely people attempting to emulate Solid Snake or some other cheesy spy-novel hero.
A: You're all out of ammo for all five of your Ingram submachine guns, 501!|). Since you're buck-naked, I know I can now safely step into the open and begin returning fire.
B: Ha! Little did you know, I have twelve shuriken hidden within my pubic hair!

Twinks: Sometimes allowed in certain RPs. If the RP isn't specifically about invincible deities and such, a simple rule is that if the strengths aren't counterbalanced with relatively equivalent weaknesses (or if the reasoning behind the phenomenal cosmic powers isn't eloquently and appropriately explained), you're dealing with a Twink.
A: A punch coming, eh? Well, seeing as you're a seven-year-old child and I'm riding in a twenty-meter mecha, I won't bother dodging.
B: Fooled you! I have the power to DESTROY EVERYTHING when I punch it! I'm just like an X-Man, and therefore require you to suspend all logic when RP'ing with me! Oh, and I have the power to steal your girlfriend, too.

Min-Maxers: Not a lot of those running around here thank goodness... that's more of a DnD-style paper game issue.
A: I've successfully broken into the facility which gave you your incredibly 1337 power armour. Now I pull up the file on it. What does it say about weak points?
B: The metal of my armour is... um... allergic to praying mantis urine?

Miss Cleos: Obvious.
A: ((OOC: There's a secret switch hidden in the lamp.))
B: I suddenly think to myself-- why not check the lamp for hidden switches? Call me now for your free reading!

McFlys: An all-too-common menace.
A: Ha! Now that the force field is down, I run inside your evil lair!
B: Um... um... there's also a super-secret second force field which causes you to die instantly! I just didn't say anything about it because... um... I had to do my laundry! Not because I just thought of it now! Honestly!

Hi-Jackers: These are intensely annoying for thread creators. They are often members of that thread, also.
A: Ok! Our base is under attack and we have to defend it!
B: *Goes and activates the base's self-destruct* Everybody run, you have three minutes!

Puppetmasters: Another overly common occurrence.
A: I step carefully into the room, peering around for occupants.
B: Suddenly a dragon pokes you in the eye. You run screaming from the room, where after you go home, make a pickle sandwich, and call your mother to cry about how she ruined your life.

Daydreamers: Not exactly munch, per se, but it does get annoying.
A: In the middle of the intense shootout, I dash across the narrow alley, ducking and weaving in hopes to avoid getting hit. I'm unsuccessful; two bullets peg me in the shoulder, throwing me back into a Dumpster.
B: The bullets make me think back to my days as a youth, when I had to melt down tin soldiers to use as musket balls against the Redcoats... or was it redskins? I can't remember. Anyway, I had to walk uphill all three ways to school and back, running from glaciers all the while. It was torture let me tell ya. And then there's the story of how I met my first wife...

Prosecutors: People who claim every one else is Munching when they are the only one who is.
A: I, a powerful fire mage, cast a combustion spell at the tree you are in. Thus setting a large portion of the tree on fire.
B: I think about what to do, jump off the tree or run down it. I choose run down the tree through the fire, but I don't catch on fire.
A: ((That doesn't make sense...))
B: ((Oh, but it does! The fire couldn't have spread fast on that dry old tree. It was still a small fire and it was just Godmodding to make itself big!))

Shoe elves: Pretty obvious.
A: ((OOC: Well, got to go to bed. Big neurosurgery test tomorrow.))
B: Ho, ho, ho! Now that the loser's gone to bed, I can strap his character to a cross and peg him with rotten fruit!

Revisionists: Another prevalent problem.
A: You chose the blue pill? Ooh, tough luck.
B: Red! I said red! Don't go pulling that "I can read your previous post" mind game crap, either!

Speedhackers: One of the worst we have to deal with.
A: I walk to the door and step outside.
B: Suddenly, twelve men grab you, carry you off to my secret lair in Tibet, and torture you for weeks. When you finally die from the agony, we bury you in the frozen wastes. Hundreds of year's later, archaeologists discover your frozen body and try to determine if you're another Lucy.

Oxymoron's: Luckily rare.
A: I'm a farmer with a shotgun.
B: I'm a black hole, which emits blinding pulses of visible light! (For those of you not familiar with physics, a black hole does not allow anything out of their immense gravity Not even light can escape.)

Baghdad Bobbits: An advanced (or is that "degraded"?) form of Puppetmasters and Aimbotters combined.
A: I fire at the stationary target, hitting twice but missing with my remaining four rounds.
B: I get tired of your realistic RP'ing style and poke you in the neck, collapsing your trachea. You die writhing in torment.

Hives: So named after such things as the xenomorphs from Aliens, the Klendathu bugs from Star ship Troopers, and the teeming hoards they generally are. These hoards are always fearless, will battle until dead, and quite often have some excessive weapons and/or armour. Basically, it's the guys who have too many NPCs.
A: *He sat alone in his one-man fighter ship, quickly scanning the radar for hostiles*
B: *He sat aboard his giant flagship, with his other 1000 ships around him. He ordered them all to attack the tiny fighter in front of them."

Gaseous Snakes: An advanced (or is that "dumb"?) form of McFlys.
A: I walk to the door and open it.
B: Being a fellow with a bit of foresight, I hooked that doorknob to a car battery an hour ago. You're thrown across the room.

Augustine's: Far, far too prevalent.
A: Given that this RP's technology base is medieval, I happily drive my cart to the market to buy some maggot-ridden meat.
B: Too late! I already got there in my Gundam and blew up everything with my insanely overpowered weapons! And don't start whining, because my Gundam's already pre-approved in the "This Is Not a Medieval Technology Base RP" thread.

Ironclad Sentinels: This is fast becoming a problem, and refers to when a thread's subject organisation/corporation/military has too many defences, or defences that are unrealistically powerful or just plain 'modey.
A: I am attacking with a battalion of thirty tanks, air support of twenty gun-ships, and three submarines off the coast with Tomahawk cruise missiles.
B: Defences - Force field that blocks everything but lets our weapons out, invisibility shield around the base, 100 SAM turrets, 100 machine gun turrets, 1000 guards with machine guns, 200 space fighters, 200 tanks.

Batmen: Only a few, but they're a b***h to deal with.
A: In this Fantastic Four RP, I'll be Ben, the gruff rock-man with a heart of gold.
B: I'll be Reed Richards, the living sex toy who hunts down innocent women to subdue with his incredible flexibility!

Zoicite: The people who alter their character as needed for the situation. Example: They can turn from an angel to a demon to a dragon to a Gundam pilot to a janitor to a literal fly-on-the-wall to an ogre magus to the sacred holder of that important plot element that they need to do what they want.

NIMBY: The people who quite readily attack others' threads, but then stop all attacks on their own thread.

A: They attacked us! Let's go and get them!
B: three force fields, giant laser guns, automated robots with plasma guns, and a barrier blocking all weapons and magic protect our base!
-OR-
A: They attacked us! Let's go and get them!
B: *Deletes any posts related to an attack*

Trinity: The knowledge down loaders, the omniscience wizards.
A: A gang leader in the harsh conditions of a slum raised my character. From this, he learned to wield small firearms fairly effectively and has limited driving abilities.
B: My character was born on a remote jungle island and can fly or drive anything and use any gun with perfect aim.

Quakers: They can magically 'spawn' anything.
A: My character is wearing a form of armour only vulnerable to a drop of water from a holy well in South Dakota.
B: *He pulls out the vial of water from a holy well in South Dakota* "I don't know why I always carried this, but I knew it would come in useful one day."

Ghosts: Those role-players who can see or walk through walls due to not paying attention to their characters current location.
A: I talk to Lydia about tomorrow's homework, sitting down in my chair next to hers in class.

B: Even though I'm currently in the cafeteria, I invite myself to the conversation at hand, sitting down with Lydia and bob, and then adding to the subject by mentioning today's homework.

Auto-Hitters: A deviation of Puppet Masters perhaps, this is somewhat more likely to happen in role-player Vs. role-player battle situation than against NPC's. This is the assumption that you hit your opponent, without giving them a chance to retaliate.
A: Rushing forward with my sword, I move with grace and expert precision, slicing at your mid-section with extreme force!
B: Being the masterful swordsman I am, I easily parry your sword with a minor swing and decapitate you in one fell swoop.