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So, yeah, as my location indicates, I'm at a university, and I live in a dorm. And in my dorm hall we have the stereotypical "creepy guy across the hall."

He literally lives across the hall.

So, for those with college dorm experience, do you know anyone that is the "creepy guy across the hall?"

It's me. I can see you.

So, yeah, as my location indicates, I'm at a university, and I live in a dorm. And in my dorm hall we have the stereotypical "creepy guy across the hall."

He literally lives across the hall.

So, for those with college dorm experience, do you know anyone that is the "creepy guy across the hall?"

And the audience yelled "How creepy is he?!"....tell us more please

How can you say that, when it's obviosly me who is the creepy guy across the hall.



in what way is he creepy though, i know nothing of this stereotype, inform me that i might more effectively smite thisd type of person why the Chick/God comes.

My freshman year of college we had the "creepy girls next door", which consisted of this girl "Kat" and her roommate...actually we never found out her name, she just moved in one night. They never came out of the room except for hall meetings and even then only one was present at any given time. They would blast music at like 2:00 am and then we'd never hear a sound from them. They moved out a week before the semester was up....who knows...heh

I'm not creepy, everyone else is...

:eek:

what makes him creepy maybe he's just shy or antisocial if however you see him staring at you then you can call him the creepy dude and do something like :sniper: :sniper: :mp5: :mp5: :gundge: :gundge: or if you really want to :fluffle:

So, yeah, as my location indicates, I'm at a university, and I live in a dorm. And in my dorm hall we have the stereotypical "creepy guy across the hall."

Funny. We all thought you were the creepy one. :)

I don't have a creepy guy across the hall as I'm not in a dorm, but the dumbass across the street has backed into my car twice and my mothers once, and back in the 80's, backed into my Grandmother's car too(we inherited the house)

And the audience yelled "How creepy is he?!"....tell us more please
Ok, so you want to know more then do you?

Well, first off, the guy smells bad, as he only showers once a week. His speech is...hesitating. He dresses in golf shirts and khaki pants only. And on top of this his obsessions are wacked.

He schedules classes constantly. I mean constantly, we've only been in school for a week and he's already gone through three separate and different class schedules for NEXT quarter.

First off is his porn collection is huge. As in 120 DVD's worth. And dozens of magazines. On top of this he "rents" this porn out to underage kids. And his bed has...stains on it. And stuff growing on the sheets. His chair, desk, mouse and keyboard are sticky. His stuff smells terrible. Fortunately his roommate has put out 6 air fresheners. The creepy guy also used to hand lesbian porn posters all over the room, and he used to sleep with the posters in his bed.

He has pictures of cheerleaders from his high school taped up next to his bed, pictures he got from the Athletic director without the girls knowing. He has a picture frame with one of the sample pictures still in it.

His obsession with the democratic party is insane. He wants to be President someday (a position he will never hold thankfully.) But for now he is obsessed with the possibility of a Barak Obama/Hilary Clinton ticket in 2008. I mean obsessed.

So, that's a quick summary. I told all about him.

My sophomore year, I lived in a dorm. Everyone in my hall was foreign except myself and one other, so I couldn't tell if they were creepy or not.

I am ashamed such a person is a democrat... get out for gods sake. (not you, the guy thats not here.)

>>

theyre watching me

you have a hat?

Creepy

Mine was the creepy girl next door, who started dating the creepy guy downstairs. She was wiccan or something. No, not wiccan, something very very strange. She believed that we all have invisible wings, and she smoked lots of pot (which probably explains things.)

She rarely bathed and never shaved, and I felt really bad for her roommate. Her and her boyfriend had this vampire thing going and they kept "drinking eachother's blood" or at least biting each other until they bleed.

Needless to say, I was happy when freshman year was over.

Mine was the creepy girl next door, who started dating the creepy guy downstairs. She was wiccan or something. No, not wiccan, something very very strange. She believed that we all have invisible wings, and she smoked lots of pot (which probably explains things.)

She rarely bathed and never shaved, and I felt really bad for her roommate. Her and her boyfriend had this vampire thing going and they kept "drinking eachother's blood" or at least biting each other until they bleed.

Needless to say, I was happy when freshman year was over.
Yikes.

Ok, so you want to know more then do you?

Well, first off, the guy smells bad, as he only showers once a week. His speech is...hesitating. He dresses in golf shirts and khaki pants only. And on top of this his obsessions are wacked.

He schedules classes constantly. I mean constantly, we've only been in school for a week and he's already gone through three separate and different class schedules for NEXT quarter.

First off is his porn collection is huge. As in 120 DVD's worth. And dozens of magazines. On top of this he "rents" this porn out to underage kids. And his bed has...stains on it. And stuff growing on the sheets. His chair, desk, mouse and keyboard are sticky. His stuff smells terrible. Fortunately his roommate has put out 6 air fresheners. The creepy guy also used to hand lesbian porn posters all over the room, and he used to sleep with the posters in his bed.

He has pictures of cheerleaders from his high school taped up next to his bed, pictures he got from the Athletic director without the girls knowing. He has a picture frame with one of the sample pictures still in it.

His obsession with the democratic party is insane. He wants to be President someday (a position he will never hold thankfully.) But for now he is obsessed with the possibility of a Barak Obama/Hilary Clinton ticket in 2008. I mean obsessed.

So, that's a quick summary. I told all about him.


Seems like he is suffering from obsessive-complusive personality disorder amongst others.

Oh yeah, I had a creepy guy across the hall from me my Frosh year. Missing an eye and an ex PCP abuser. Greasy and unwashed too. Oh yeah, clingy and dependent too.

Do you know who that guy is today? :D

Oh yeah, I had a creepy guy across the hall from me my Frosh year. Missing an eye and an ex PCP abuser. Greasy and unwashed too. Oh yeah, clingy and dependent too.

Do you know who that guy is today? :D

The Pope?

Oh yeah, I had a creepy guy across the hall from me my Frosh year. Missing an eye and an ex PCP abuser. Greasy and unwashed too. Oh yeah, clingy and dependent too.

Do you know who that guy is today? :D
A...congressman?

Oh yeah, I had a creepy guy across the hall from me my Frosh year. Missing an eye and an ex PCP abuser. Greasy and unwashed too. Oh yeah, clingy and dependent too.

Do you know who that guy is today? :D
Jerry Falwell?

Oh yeah, I had a creepy guy across the hall from me my Frosh year. Missing an eye and an ex PCP abuser. Greasy and unwashed too. Oh yeah, clingy and dependent too.

Do you know who that guy is today? :D
Your spouse?

:p

:p
It was you, wasn't it?

My freshman year of college we had the "creepy girls next door", which consisted of this girl "Kat" and her roommate...actually we never found out her name, she just moved in one night. They never came out of the room except for hall meetings and even then only one was present at any given time. They would blast music at like 2:00 am and then we'd never hear a sound from them. They moved out a week before the semester was up....who knows...heh
When they were blasting music at 2am they were, no doubt, engaging in freaky lesbo sex.

When they were blasting music at 2am they were, no doubt, engaging in freaky lesbo sex.


Freaky?

It is the most beautiful (and natural. It is, damnit!) thing in the whole world. Let no man speak out against it! And preferably, no women either.

When they were blasting music at 2am they were, no doubt, engaging in freaky lesbo sex.
freaky

It's not only freaky, but unnatural, disgusting, and wrong.

What the music or the lesbian sex?

Ok, so you want to know more then do you?

Well, first off, the guy smells bad, as he only showers once a week. His speech is...hesitating. He dresses in golf shirts and khaki pants only. And on top of this his obsessions are wacked.

He schedules classes constantly. I mean constantly, we've only been in school for a week and he's already gone through three separate and different class schedules for NEXT quarter.

First off is his porn collection is huge. As in 120 DVD's worth. And dozens of magazines. On top of this he "rents" this porn out to underage kids. And his bed has...stains on it. And stuff growing on the sheets. His chair, desk, mouse and keyboard are sticky. His stuff smells terrible. Fortunately his roommate has put out 6 air fresheners. The creepy guy also used to hand lesbian porn posters all over the room, and he used to sleep with the posters in his bed.

He has pictures of cheerleaders from his high school taped up next to his bed, pictures he got from the Athletic director without the girls knowing. He has a picture frame with one of the sample pictures still in it.

His obsession with the democratic party is insane. He wants to be President someday (a position he will never hold thankfully.) But for now he is obsessed with the possibility of a Barak Obama/Hilary Clinton ticket in 2008. I mean obsessed.

So, that's a quick summary. I told all about him.

I am wondering how you have such detail about his living conditions. Do you use he computer to know it is sticky? What about his roommate - maybe it really is him. On the other hand, the porn to underaged kids is very upsetting. What kind? Suck and Fuck or something more exciting. I might want to borrow some.

What the music or the lesbian sex?

It had to be the music - nothing wrong with lesbian sex.

I am wondering how you have such detail about his living conditions. Do you use he computer to know it is sticky? What about his roommate - maybe it really is him. On the other hand, the porn to underaged kids is very upsetting. What kind? Suck and Fuck or something more exciting. I might want to borrow some.
I know about it because I'm good friends with his roommate, the most tolerant person in the world. He described stuff about the guy to the floor, and so, a couple of guys from the floor confronted him about the poor conditions of his living. He fessed up to all of our charges, said he'd do something about it and we let him go. That was two months ago...


I mean, the guy is making his roommates life really tough, hell, the roommate cannot even have friends over.

My dorm is a cylindrical tower water/power/stairs in center surrounded by rooms, so "across the hall" is the furthest point. Directly across from me are two creepy guys, but I'm good friends with one fo them and the other is under my Ex in NROTC. I still lust for [leader], and [guy under him] realizes I could order him whacked, therefore we're obscenely nice to eachother and yet avoid eachother like the plague.

The guy next to him, however, is the stereotypical creepy guy. Spiked hair and glasses, constantly stoned yet never drunk, suppressedly far more homosexual than anyone else I've ever met (has asked half the floor to show them their penis/look at his while extremely high, but threatens the life of every bi- and homosexual around when only slightly buzzed), gives the "I'm considering killing you" vibe all the time, but layering on top the "I am the nicest fucking person you will ever meet, and if anybody says otherwise I will chew their eyeballs out and piss in the sockets" vibe when his parents are around.

Then comes Kirk & Murph. Murph is extremely bright and incredibly nice when no-one else is around. Kirk just wants you to be his friend as long as no other ideas cross his mind. However, the moment a girl says anything to them that isn't worship, they start shouting, throwing stuff out windows , breaking glass barehanded and ignoring the blood, yadda yadda yadda.

With any form of inspiration at all, Kirk yells, screams, and cusses. When he found out that his roommate was in the same room as me, he started shouting my name and systematically knocked on every door until he found me, whence he screamed "If you come onto him I'll put you in the ground, faggot." To which his roommate pretty much told him off, whereupon he burst into tears.

Murph once suceeded in getting me into a condition where I'd help him out, and the whole (30+ floor) dormitory lost power for an hour (my tools and telling him where to smash, his work), internet access for three days (mine), water and heat for 18 hours (his), and we managed to get it all blamed on someone else.

I guess I'm a "creepy guy across the hall," too, AND I have resources to make the ones who do it for attention dangerous.

When they were blasting music at 2am they were, no doubt, engaging in freaky lesbo sex.

I have no idea what they were doing heh. I felt bad for my roommate because she slept new the wall next to them. She said they listened to the weirdest stuff......

Their door was covered in weird symbols as well. We just tried to ignore them, but every once in awhile when one of us would be coming back from the shower (which was directly acrossed the hall from us) one of them would be out in the hall, either just sitting and staring at their door, or talking on the phone. if they WERE talking on the phone they'd get silent until we went into our room.

I have no idea what they were doing heh. I felt bad for my roommate because she slept new the wall next to them. She said they listened to the weirdest stuff......

Their door was covered in weird symbols as well. We just tried to ignore them, but every once in awhile when one of us would be coming back from the shower (which was directly acrossed the hall from us) one of them would be out in the hall, either just sitting and staring at their door, or talking on the phone. if they WERE talking on the phone they'd get silent until we went into our room.
oh my

He has a picture frame with one of the sample pictures still in it.
What's wrong with that?

Lol!

What's wrong with that?
*leans over and whispers in Pythag's ear*
he beats off to it.

It had to be the music - nothing wrong with lesbian sex.


EEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeewwwwwwww

I am the creepy guy. Not like I try to be. People just don't like me.

I am the creepy guy. Not like I try to be. People just don't like me.
Somehow, I seriously doubt you're anywhere near as creepy as the creepy guy across the hall I know.

And some other creepy people who have or still do live on my floor.

One dude has a serious problem with bladder control, as he has pissed on someone's laptop, our bulding and someone's door.

We have another guy, who smells bad and talks to people on the phone in russian.

And we used to have a guy the sociable folks called "the Yeti." He lived in one of the singles and we NEVER got to talk to him. We'd see him go between the bathroom and his room, and he'd hurry into his room when he'd see us. We'd knock on the door and say we wanted to talk to him and be his friend. One day we tried the handle, the door was unlocked...and the room had no possessions or people in it.

Damn! We need Mulder and Scully!

Damn! We need Mulder and Scully!
Hell yeah! But no stupid replacement lady, although I can kind of agree to bring Dogget in on this...as he did play the T2000 or whatever it was.

Somehow, I seriously doubt you're anywhere near as creepy as the creepy guy across the hall I know.

And some other creepy people who have or still do live on my floor.

One dude has a serious problem with bladder control, as he has pissed on someone's laptop, our bulding and someone's door.

We have another guy, who smells bad and talks to people on the phone in russian.

And we used to have a guy the sociable folks called "the Yeti." He lived in one of the singles and we NEVER got to talk to him. We'd see him go between the bathroom and his room, and he'd hurry into his room when he'd see us. We'd knock on the door and say we wanted to talk to him and be his friend. One day we tried the handle, the door was unlocked...and the room had no possessions or people in it.

I'm not in college, but I'm the creepy guy in my neighborhood...
I do wierd things for the sheer hell of it, like the stick experiment I mentioned once. I use odd objects as decorations sometimes since I feel like it. I sometimes like to go out for a walk at 2 AM in the morning. I often talk loudly to myself on both sides of a conversation when I'm not paying attention. Sometimes blasts of loud noise emanate from my house since I fool with instruments and audio systems all the time. I just lost my train of thought and I have to stop here for the moment.

I'm nowhere near as creepy as those guys though!

What's wrong with that?
I put some of those sample photos in my wallet once.

*leans over and whispers in Pythag's ear*
he beats off to it.
There are worse things to beat off to. He's probably just developed a tolerance for porn.

I put some of those sample photos in my wallet once.
I tell people that my actual pictures just came with the frame.

Norm, from Cheers, also has one of those sample pictures in his wallet.

I was the creepy guy. O.O

For my very first semester in school, I had to ROOM with that guy.

His name was Chris, but everyone called him "Grimace" because he habitually wore a purple sweatshirt, and otherwise bore a striking resemblance to the McDonald's character.

He seemed okay at first. Very polite; respectful of my space. Then I started to notice some odd behavior...

I was usually gone in the afternoon, but if I happened to come home around 3pm on weekdays, I would find him with his chair pulled up to the window looking outside. This was a little strange, since his desk was on the opposite side of the room (and we were fortunate enough to have a very large room). It took several times before I put two and two together and realized that there was a private elementary school across the street from our dorm... all those little kids in their uniforms.

He only sat by the window when they were getting out of school.

Later, I found out that many of the girls on campus were more than a little afraid of the guy... He would strike up conversations and then follow them back to their dorms no matter how hard they tried to "shake" him by saying they had work to do, or just ignoring him. Many wound up literally closing the door in his face.

He was a scary guy. I wound up transferring rooms the next semester.

I tell people that my actual pictures just came with the frame.

Norm, from Cheers, also has one of those sample pictures in his wallet.
Hee.
Cheers, as in the show on the telly?
I never noticed that. Then again, I wasn't a rabid viewer or anything.

For my very first semester in school, I had to ROOM with that guy.

His name was Chris, but everyone called him "Grimace" because he habitually wore a purple sweatshirt, and otherwise bore a striking resemblance to the McDonald's character.

He seemed okay at first. Very polite; respectful of my space. Then I started to notice some odd behavior...

I was usually gone in the afternoon, but if I happened to come home around 3pm on weekdays, I would find him with his chair pulled up to the window looking outside. This was a little strange, since his desk was on the opposite side of the room (and we were fortunate enough to have a very large room). It took several times before I put two and two together and realized that there was a private elementary school across the street from our dorm... all those little kids in their uniforms.

He only sat by the window when they were getting out of school.

Later, I found out that many of the girls on campus were more than a little afraid of the guy... He would strike up conversations and then follow them back to their dorms no matter how hard they tried to "shake" him by saying they had work to do, or just ignoring him. Many wound up literally closing the door in his face.

He was a scary guy. I wound up transferring rooms the next semester.
Wow. Dude, I'm glad I don't have to deal with that.

Hee.
Cheers, as in the show on the telly?
I never noticed that. Then again, I wasn't a rabid viewer or anything.
Yeah. You'd have to see one specific episode (and remember it).

Yeah. You'd have to see one specific episode (and remember it).
Oh, that would explain it. Even if I did see it, I wouldn't remember.

Kinda like the picture Kip took in Napoleon Dynamite...

Kinda like the picture Kip took in Napoleon Dynamite...
Oh, yeah, just try to work your way into OUR discussion, as if we've seen Napoleon Dynamite (and would remember it)....

Something sort of along the lines of thought of an earlier post by me in this thread about wierdness...

Oh yeah, one thing is I hate light. I leave my lights out all the time if I can. I have very good night vision and I don't need them, and the light is annoying anyway. I especially dislike sunlight. It's a bad idea for me to be out in the sun anyway, what with my family history of skin cancer, my death-pale skin, and the medications I'm taking.

Sometimes I like to stand on a street corner and watch people. I'm sure it sounds odd, but I like to. It seems liek watching little machines run their set paths.

I laugh when nothing happens too. I've gotten used to the fact that my life has bizarre Zen punchlines scattered about, and sort of grown to appriciate their irony. People stare at me, but I'm used to that now.

Something sort of along the lines of thought of an earlier post by me in this thread about wierdness...

Oh yeah, one thing is I hate light. I leave my lights out all the time if I can. I have very good night vision and I don't need them, and the light is annoying anyway. I especially dislike sunlight. It's a bad idea for me to be out in the sun anyway, what with my family history of skin cancer, my death-pale skin, and the medications I'm taking.

Sometimes I like to stand on a street corner and watch people. I'm sure it sounds odd, but I like to. It seems liek watching little machines run their set paths.

I laugh when nothing happens too. I've gotten used to the fact that my life has bizarre Zen punchlines scattered about, and sort of grown to appriciate their irony. People stare at me, but I'm used to that now.
*stares*

*stares*
What?
*finds a mirror so she can help you stare*

What?
*finds a mirror so she can help you stare*
Oh, I'm sorry. Was I staring?

Something sort of along the lines of thought of an earlier post by me in this thread about wierdness...

Oh yeah, one thing is I hate light. I leave my lights out all the time if I can. I have very good night vision and I don't need them, and the light is annoying anyway. I especially dislike sunlight. It's a bad idea for me to be out in the sun anyway, what with my family history of skin cancer, my death-pale skin, and the medications I'm taking.

Sometimes I like to stand on a street corner and watch people. I'm sure it sounds odd, but I like to. It seems liek watching little machines run their set paths.

I laugh when nothing happens too. I've gotten used to the fact that my life has bizarre Zen punchlines scattered about, and sort of grown to appriciate their irony. People stare at me, but I'm used to that now.

*blinks eyes*

*passes out from sleep deprivation*

Seems like he is suffering from obsessive-complusive personality disorder amongst others.
I would suggest a schizotypal disorder:
http://www.geocities.com/ptypes/schizotypalpd.html
Character Weaknesses and Vices:
referentiality
social anxiety
illusions
magical thinking
no close friends
odd speech
inappropriate affect
eccentric
suspicious

When I was in college, my dormmates informed me that sitting in the dark and staring at walls were weird. Apparently climbing trees is unusual, too. That's really the worst they said to my face, though. There were significantly more anti-social people in the dorm, anyway. I can't say that I've met anybody who quite compares with the stories in this thread. I did live across the hall from one obnoxious guy, but he was mainly just loud and unsanitary. And I heard that he smelled, but I never smell anything. He's from Pittsburgh, though, and I've heard that he's comparatively normal, all things considered.

I would suggest a schizotypal disorder:
http://www.geocities.com/ptypes/schizotypalpd.html
Character Weaknesses and Vices:
referentiality
social anxiety
illusions
magical thinking
no close friends
odd speech
inappropriate affect
eccentric
suspicious

Most people have more than one personality disorder to them in various degrees of pathology, you can be sociopathic and obsessive at the same time. And they usually go together.

Oh, I'm sorry. Was I staring?
I dunno.
Was I?

I dunno.
Was I?
I dunno. I wasn't looking at your face. 8)

creepy like episodes with beer bottles and lube.... or is that another story??
but yeah uni dorms are famous for creepiness

Where I live now is sort of dormish - a "gaijin house" with a mix of long term and short term residents. I've seen my share of nasty and creepy guys. The Brazillian speed freak bodybuilder who threw his girlfriend down the stairs was probably the worst. :(

*blinks eyes*

*passes out from sleep deprivation*
*eyes you*
Hmm, you'd make a good wall piece.
*tapes you up above the fireplace*
There.
:D

Where I live now is sort of dormish - a "gaijin house" with a mix of long term and short term residents. I've seen my share of nasty and creepy guys. The Brazillian speed freak bodybuilder who threw his girlfriend down the stairs was probably the worst. :(
Hooray for speed-freak bodybuilders!
I say we need to import some more of them.to the States.

When I was in college, my dormmates informed me that sitting in the dark and staring at walls were weird. Apparently climbing trees is unusual, too.
Climbing trees is not strange! It's one of the coolest things you can do.
I love climbing trees. Though people think it odd. A few years back at 11pm my cat climbed this big Kauri tree on the front lawn - it was 70 years old, so probably 60-70feet tall (tree, not cat). I decided to join her.
Unfortunately the neighbours came out to see what the noise was - to see me 2/3 of the way up a tree chasing my cat. Hard to explain such behaviour when you're in your twenties.
A friend of an ex used to climb trees as a hobby. I went with a couple of times. He would drive round town looking for big pine trees to climb.


Back on topic:
The worst flatmate (we call them flatmates, cause roommates sound like you share the bedroom) I ever had was an unemployed Clown.
No really.
That's what he said he was. We soon found out why he was unemployed.

We were desperate to find someone for the 4-bedroom house we were renting cause we were all flat-broke students. Though even though we were a bit worried about him, he was the only one that wanted the room after 3 weeks advertising.

Anyway,
He showered only once a fortnight.
He would wear the same clothes for the whole time as well.
He would only wash his clothes every 6 weeks - so he had only 4 changes of clothes. So you can imagine the stench from his room of unwashed clothes.
Oh that reminds me - he NEVER washed his clown outfit. You could smell him from 20 feet away.
Just the sort of clown one would want for your next children's party.
He only had 4 pairs of underwear - we counted them on the line. Which brings me to the next point - he never used toilet paper. We know this because he neve flushed. Scared of germs apparently - so he didn't like touching the flush button.
When he ate, he did so with his mouth wide open, so apprximately 1/4 of the food would fall around him. Though he never noticed and would trample said food particles into the carpet. The chair he sat on had a black grease-type slime on it from his hair and grease paint.
He had lots of pornography (but then again we all did). But the difference was he would carefully go through them marking particular photos as good or bad.
And he would write bad poetry - mostly ripping off various pop songs that he would claim were his own thoughts. He once tried to tell me that he had thought of the line "I don't need a lover, I just need a friend" was his own original thought. I was left thinking "Who the hell would want to be your lover! Or your friend for that matter"

After weeks of not getting any work, he landed a couple of jobs. Flush with success of this, he immediately advertised for an apprentice to help him with his clowning - which having seen his work was pretty dreadful.
He had a yeast infection, and sat right next to the heater, so the entire place stunk of burnt rotten yeast. His doctor told him to wash more often, so he started showering every 10 days.

He gave us all worms, and when one of the other flatmates offered him a worm pill, he refused and stopped washing at all, convinced we had all caught worms from washing daily (twice usually) and all using the same soap. We had to crush the pill up and hide it in his food.
When one of us suggested that he should wash more often, he became really upset and angry and hid in his room for a week.

He was convinced there were aliens and was paranoid about the government - being as they were run by organised crime syndicates.
We all felt sorry for him. Once he bought himself 'Risk' boardgame and carefully set it up in the lounge and spent an hour reading the rules. I sat there pretending to watch TV, acutely aware he was desperate for me to mention the game so he could play me. I finally felt sorry enough to ask him about it (he would never talk to us unless we talked to him first). I'd never played the game before, but beat him within a few minutes (honestly - he was that bad!). After 3 games trouncing him, I actively tried to lose, and even told him when he was going to do something wrong, but to no avail. He still lost. Kinda of sad really. And it's not like I'm great at tactic games - he was just appalling.
Eventually we got sick of him and told him the house had been sold and we had 2 weeks to get out. He left and we didn't.

The following year the other flatmate got his best mate in, whose girlfriend decided to basically move in as well - eating everything, making long-distance phone calls etc etc without ever once offering any money. Along with having a tendancy to be extremely loud during sex. Panting, followed by a ear-splitting scream to finally loud hysterical laughter then back to the panting. For around 10-15 minutes every night. So loud you could hear her from the sidewalk.
Luckily I wasn't staying there then. Except for a week when I was passing through the town and caught her act.

He's from Pittsburgh, though, and I've heard that he's comparatively normal, all things considered.

As a proud U Pitt student, I can tell you this is absolutely true. Not a week goes by when the cops aren't called on my floor. And, because Honored Matre taught me how to tend bar, the RA refuses to risk my room getting checked and will call my cell whenever something comes up to give me warning so I can be the good little boy who's sleeping peacefully in bed.

Hooray for speed-freak bodybuilders!
I say we need to import some more of them.to the States.

Nope. Trust me, he was one of the nastiest pieces of **** I've ever known.