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What was "the incident" spoken of or referred to either with a wink, a knowing chuckle, or hushed terms? The time it all went down? The great happening of yore? Does your group have one? Did it truly live up to its name?

This doesn't have to be negative, just enough of an event to be referred to by name and everyone in the know understands what's being referred to.

One of my clubs members has the nickname 'Defiler'. The story is untold for 'reasons'.

As a joke one time we used the Lego rock monster and gave it some rules, then had it scatter around the board assaulting things. By some ridiculous series of challenges and assault shenanigans the rock monster caused one of our group's massive squad and HQ to get sweeping advanced by a squad of death company. We haven't played with him since... I did end up getting his Grey Knight army for pretty cheap though, so that was solid.

The closest thing my group has.
Campaign, final week. Tyranids vs Tyranids.
Player A brought two Flyrants and a Harridan.
Player B, knowing the sort of shots the Harridan can put out, bunches his entire army around his Venomthropes.
Player A Swoops his two Flyrants over, casts Psychic Scream twice, and leaves a single Carnifex with 1 Wound remaining.
Player B has not been back since.

I haven't learned exactly what the incident was, but other day I was in and someone said "there's only been one time someone in this group was actually offended by anyone" followed by nods from the rest of the group, and I have no idea what it was but now I really want to know...

I hope the Dakka member with the story of the Blue Paint Incident is still around and sees this thread

My first game shop told me that one of the staff there was in an accident involving a monkey, 2 pinapples and an 18-wheeler freight truck. Whenever I bring this up he demands a banana from me and goes into a corner to chew on it.

Person in the store suggested the managers wife go back into the kitchen while she tried to teach someone the rules and bothered him for some reason. He left for the day and I think it's good she no longer comes here but that's for different reasons.

The Nurgle's favorite toilet incident... people went out for dinner before a game night. Three of them went for a dookie in the toilet at the gw during the evening. Never have we smelled something so vile. People litterally ran out. The stench hurt peoples nostrils. The toilet literally was blessed by nurgle. (The door to the toilet had a print of an old rotten wooden door with Nurgle signs on it. Made it pretty ironic.)

It involved a pepsi-max nasal fountain.

And a casual remark.

Not really kept hush hush, but this "incident" broke up our gaming group, or at least it was the start.

I started gaming at the FLGS in 99. I was there all weekend, and almost every day, working on models and gaming. Best time of my life.

When DnD 3.0 came out, we started several store games. Ditto when 3.5 came out. It was me, John, Kate, James, and this guy Chris. Then two people joined the one store game, Ken and his gf Ruta. We eventually decided to play at their apartment, with John Dming.

So that's the set up. Here's what happened.

John cut no breaks as DM. The chips fell where they may. So we're playing, and I'm playing the wizard. We have an encounter and I use up all of my combat spells. The cleric heals everyone up.

We have the next encounter....Chain golems. I instantly calculated that A. they only missed me on a 1, and B. min damage killed me. So I stayed outside, having no way to contribute.

Ruta goes off on me, calling me selfish, not a team member and is actually yelling at me. I retort back your character and fun is more important than mine? Fine. I walk in. After a round, I'm the only target for a chain golem to hit. My character dies. I pack up and leave. In hindsight, it was immature, but on the other, sitting there for another hour with nothing to do was lame.

Oddly enough, within a week of this incident, Kate and John quit the FLGS. I know there was a later incident with Chris and he walked out. But I never saw the old crew again, except for James who came in to buy the new GW Wood Elves.

While there were more good times at the FLGS to come, it was never as great as that first year.

Well there used to be a store near where I lived, in Gastonia, NC that had an employee that would offer to strip the paint of models, as well as fix things for newbies, yadda yadda helpful stuff. Seemed like an upstanding guy, helped people learn to paint and play, then one day he just vanishes. Store owner can't find him, the other employee can't find him, apparently the police can't find him. The dude just dropped off the map. The problem was he took my Marauder Horseman, and several other people's stuff when he vanished. All of us eyed Ebay like a hawk for months but nothing familiar ever turned up either. Unfortunately trust in the store and later poor sales sunk the place. Which was really sad cause there isn't a local scene here anymore or a FLGS within casual driving distance.

Ouch. If nobody could find him, he might have found Jimmy Hoffa. The hard way. Either that or he got in really bad trouble with somebody and had to completely change and restart. I doubt your models were on his mind.

It wasn't terribly dramatic, but we still occasionally talk about the odd guest we had one night. He walked in and started eating fruit out of the fruit basket that was in my kitchen (not on the table where we were playing). Then at the end of the evening we ended up giving him a ride to the EL because it would have taken too long to get a cab there.

I'm not sure why that sticks with us. I guess because he was dressed so professionally and acted so unprofessional and ass-umptive.

Never saw him again.

 A Town Called Malus wrote:
I hope the Dakka member with the story of the Blue Paint Incident is still around and sees this thread

Are you referring to the tale of a kid named Jordan?

Legend says (when I was a regular at GW Loughborough, this happened before I got into wargaming. This story was passed down to me too) There was a kid who got dared to drink a pot of enchanted blue paint. He did so, then the obvious happened. He ran out of the store and barfed up all over the pavement (As proof I was shown the stain from it was still there when I got told this story) outside the store.

 Grimtuff wrote:

 A Town Called Malus wrote:
I hope the Dakka member with the story of the Blue Paint Incident is still around and sees this thread

Are you referring to the tale of a kid named Jordan?

Legend says (when I was a regular at GW Loughborough, this happened before I got into wargaming. This story was passed down to me too) There was a kid who got dared to drink a pot of enchanted blue paint. He did so, then the obvious happened. He ran out of the store and barfed up all over the pavement (As proof I was shown the stain from it was still there when I got told this story) outside the store.

That's the one

Just went back through my subscribed thread history and saw that you are the Dakka member I was referring to in my first post
EDIT: Wow, going back through your thread history is weird. You find all sorts of things that you'd forgotten about.

During third edition we are all playing 40k at a friend's house. The owner of the house is playing Dark Angels vs Chaos.

After losing his Bloodthirster to the Force Commander, the Chaos player complains how stupid it is that the Bloodthirster had a lower Initiative than the Force Commander. DA player tries to explain that the FC is a veteran of countless battles to which the Chaos player says "He's an incarnation of the God of War and Blood for Christ's sake!"

Somehow this harmless argument gets really heated and the DA player rips his own glasses off and breaks them and punches a hole in his own wall.

The packing up and leaving were some of the most awkward moments ever.

as my local GW is in a mall there is a small "conflict" between us and other shoppers,I've only witnessed a few people shouting wizard

I've heard stories about people's models being broken and once someone threw a shoe inside

My friends and I were playing a 2v2 with Tau + CSM (Thousand Sons) vs DkoK + BT.

End of the game, one of my mates charged my remaining Dreadnoughts (who had a collective 3 wounds remaining) with a Defiler. The Defiler exploded. Tempers flared haha.

That's about as close as we got to an incident haha

I was at a FLGS 40k tourney. There are about 12 regular attendees. Theres one socially awkward giant there. Loud talker. Close stander. Knows the rules real real well. Comes by tables and clarifies rules when asked but sometimes (frequently) gives unasked for tactical and strategic advice. He's the annoying TFG that haunt FLGS. You know the type, but I like him. He's ok to play against, just not someone you want as a wing man in a bar.

Anyhoo....

Another especially short fused gent was tenuously holding onto a lead in his second of 3 games. Enter the giant. Innocently giving advice to the underdog, the short fused guy EXPLODED in a literal TIRADE of finger pointing into the giant's chest and threats to "beat the ever living fxxx out of you if you say another fxxxxxxg word. Walk away from this table." He said that if the room wasnt filled with precious minis that he'd already be swinging.

Since then the giant has been personally censured by the TO to not give unasked for advice, and to stay away from Mr Short Fuse.

Its a standing rule now.

This 10-year old guy is sitting and chatting with 2 of my mates when one of them says 'You know what? I'm buying some Sanguinary Guard.' and proceeds to pull out 100kr (about 12 bucks). He doesn't buy anything, he just pulled out some money for reasons I do not know. So, this kid just takes the oney and runs away.

He gave it back a week later.

My old FLGS was right on a major road near some shady neighborhoods. We'd get crackheads and panhandlers in the store now and then, but they'd usually move on once they realized there wasn't anything for 'em there.

One day, skeezy meth guy comes in and just creeps around the tables. Everyone was keeping an eye on him to make sure he didn't swipe anybody's models. He went over to the comics side of the store and apparently managed to stuff a few comics into his shirt or something...then he walked up to the counter to try to "trade them in for cash." When the owner pointed out they were his comics, the guy denied it repeatedly, until the owner pointed out his price tags with the name of his store on them. He laid a cut-down baseball bat on the counter and suggested Mr. Meth guy leave "before things got ugly." He did.

Now, when somebody skeezy comes in the store and starts creeping around, we all look at each other and say "Mr. Meth Guy is back."

We do have the 'wax' incident, spoken of only in hushed tones