Ok, so yesterday, I was at my local GW brainwashing center. I was having a nice chat with a fellow who had started an Empire army after 2 years of Wood Elves. A little while later, me, a friend, the Empire Player and A Dark Elf player decided to play a game of 2 on 2, Empire and High Elves vs. 2 Dark Elves.
Now, I was enjoying the game, but throughout the game the other Dark Elf player got in a fight with my friend, the High Elf Player (Ironic, right?) Unfortunately, this ruined the game for me and the Empire player. Both the DE and HE player were both immature, about 13-11 years old. The HE player was fighting a losing battle unfortunately, and eventually reduced to insulting the DE player, whilst the DE player kept arguing with the HE player over rules. Eventually, me and the Empire player quit. Afterwards, the HE player continued to insult the DE player, making fun of his painting and his army in general. Both the DE and HE player were obsessed with winning and were complete jerks.
Has anything like this happened to you? What did you do?
I haven't played enough 40k for stuff like this to happen, but at a Magic the Gathering tournament years ago I was about to win at the beginning of my next turn cause my one creature was stronger by two strength than his last one. I would have killed him, but on his turn, right before he gave up some random guy walked by and reminded the other player that he could use X amount of energy to increase his creatures strength by X/X. He had a lot of energy left. He used this and killed me.
Random guy FTW
It was a legitimate win, but I always thought it was an unwritten rule that observers do not provide help to either side in tournament play. Friendly matches, sure, but when there are prizes at stake?!
unclehomefries wrote:I haven't played enough 40k for stuff like this to happen, but at a Magic the Gathering tournament years ago I was about to win at the beginning of my next turn cause my one creature was stronger by two strength than his last one. I would have killed him, but on his turn, right before he gave up some random guy walked by and reminded the other player that he could use X amount of energy to increase his creatures strength by X/X. He had a lot of energy left. He used this and killed me.
Random guy FTW
It was a legitimate win, but I always thought it was an unwritten rule that observers do not provide help to either side in tournament play. Friendly matches, sure, but when there are prizes at stake?!
How dare they.
Sorry, I guess I'm still bitter lol
I agree with you, that's fethed up...
I've never really had any akward moments since as soon as I realize my opponent in an immature kid (either that or one in an adult's body) I'll just quit, pack up and find another opponent or leave...
It's odd, this happens at both casual warhammer and magic the gathering tournaments, and doesn't happen at both warhammer tournaments and magic the gathering casual.
So I tend to play warhammer tournaments and magic the gathering casual.
Same here.
Last time I played an 11-13 year old it ended in tears.
Grown-up man tears, but still...
All he knew about 40k he learned from DoW. Kept cheating with movement (even after I repeatedly told him - and showed him the pages) and shooting - never knew a boltgun was assault 3 with rending.
Now I just don't play against people under 16. We're a games club, not a creche.
I got irked a while back when we were playing a game with some house rules. It was 1500 My opponent basically put all his points into Calgar, a Captain, a Chaplain (Wait, what?) and a squad of ten terminators. The rest of his army was admittedly tooled up Tactical Squads and I think a devastator squad.
There was a rule which allowed each of us to take control of an enemy unit for a turn. Before the game he tried convincing the guy at the store that Calgar was immunune to the take command rulem but this was denied. In the shooting phase he grabbed my Vindicator, used it to blast me and then turned it around so it's rear armour could get it hit and killed...and it was. Fair enough, although I did point out that usually you can't fire and then move but since it could have fired at the squad it did if it had moved first I let him off.
I start my go. I notice he has three HQ's and ask if one of the models is a stand in. He tells me no. I basically go what? But I say, 'What the hell, it's just for fun right? let's keeo going.' I get to my shooting phase and suddenly hear, 'Oh, you know you can only use that special rule if you announce it at the start, right?'
...wait, so let me get this straight. I allow you to use an extra HQ. I don't mind you not only doing the same thing, but moving the vehicle afterwards, in the shooting phase, so you can have a better shot at it because. And suddenly strick adherence to the rules are what matters, right?
Oi. I was so tempted to end my go there and then announce, at the start of his turn, that I was taking control of Calgar since the rules mentioned nothing about which player's turn and I suspect the guy running the show would have supported me, but eh. I just quit. Did not wanna play wit someone who was clearly so obsessed with winning. So I muttered about my plan not working anymore and packed up.
My temper was fairly short though...early that day I'd played a 300 pts game against a Tyranid player and without number, who insisted his Warrior squad HQ could lead three different sqauds each but you had to kill them all to earn any kill points. Because it works like that for Guard.
And at this point I resolved never to play 40k on days when there were anyone under the age of 16 playing. Although in fairness there was a couple of really nice little guys there, and one kid had a Guard army that puts mine to shame in terms of painting. So the day wasn't a whole loss.
My worst moment was when my friend(well my sort of friend he is a little b... well I won't say in good company)he and I squared off against his buddies Nids(the nids way out numbered us)and after turn one he left leaving me with the tactical squad from the assualt on maccrage and nothing more.I held up for three turns until the other guy started claiming that his nids had the power to come alive again after a certain amount of turns(I dont know if they can I have never played nids myself)but he was using the rules from the necron codex,and it degenrated into a shouting match with my friend whom had left the room after turn one charging in and shouting that the nid player was right.I then quit the game,the rest of the afternoon I was tormented by the other two guys for being a whimp,until I socked one of them in the stomach with a TV remote,aaah violence is there anything you can't do?
Don't get mad at kids ;(! I'm about 13 and I am pretty mature when it comes to games. I don't mind losing, in other words I don't cry. I play hard to the end. I play in tournaments and get full sportsmenship points, (not that that matters.)
karlfranz wrote:Don't get mad at kids ;(! I'm about 13 and I am pretty mature when it comes to games. I don't mind losing, in other words I don't cry. I play hard to the end. I play in tournaments and get full sportsmenship points, (not that that matters.)
Yup I agree. I too am 13 and if anything like what you guys said happened to me (like if I was in the shoes of the DE or HE players) Then I would either just ignore the insults and ask him to please stop or I would just leave. Who wants to play against someone who has to sportsmanship right?
Numbers of years survived have got very little to do with what age you act. I know people who have lived twice my years and still act like they were in kindergarten, and I know people who have lived less than half my years and are way more mature in most ways. When people throw poop at "kids" I like to think they mean people who act like immature idiots, rather than people who has not survived many years yet.
karlfranz wrote:Don't get mad at kids ;(! I'm about 13 and I am pretty mature when it comes to games. I don't mind losing, in other words I don't cry. I play hard to the end. I play in tournaments and get full sportsmenship points, (not that that matters.)
Come play here, sports is usually a big chunk of your tourney results. We value a good sport player more than a cheesehead (and I'm not just making a derogatory remark about Dutch people). We had a guy with 62 battle points (out of 75) finish 24th (overall) due to his poor sportsmanship. He was a teen, though.
A recent tourney here, I placed 23 or 24th on battle points (game results). Sports and other soft scores raised my overall to 12th.
I admit, there are a few teens I'll play against. There are many I won't though. Partially it's the age thing (I'm 40). Mostly it's the rampant cheating or pure bad sportsmanship (throwing dice across room when losing - bad if they're yours. Worse if they're mine.).
Mellon wrote:Numbers of years survived have got very little to do with what age you act. I know people who have lived twice my years and still act like they were in kindergarten, and I know people who have lived less than half my years and are way more mature in most ways. When people throw poop at "kids" I like to think they mean people who act like immature idiots, rather than people who has not survived many years yet.
QFT. I've played supposedly grown men who acted more like 5 year old children than my neighbor's five year olds. I'll play against some teens any day of the week over a rules lawyering, movement cheating, "stretchy ruler when it's your turn to assault and short ruler on my assaults" kind of old folk.
I was about 17 when I was playing a game against a chaos guy sporting nurgle. He was dominating my IG. I tried to keep my rules in check, but at one point I moved my leman russ, fired the battlecannon and rolled only one dice for scatter. I got a direct hit so I didn't think it mattered, but apparantly it did. The guy kept telling me that I was cheating and that I needed to reroll two dice and my scatter. I kept saying that it landed dead on anyways so why should it matter, but he kept calling me a cheater and telling me to reroll. I eventually rerolled and it scattered off, killing only one of his plague marines. He laughed and said "See, that's how it should've been", I was mad and kindly said "Screw you, you're an @$$ and I don't want to play anymore with you." He called me several words and told me that I was mad because I was cheating.
Kids who stop paying attention when they're losing, or at least can't see how to win. They get all fidgety and you have to get their attention for them to make armour saves.
I got a lot of awkward moments back when I used to play in my local GW, games would be set up, and you would never know if you were going to get someone with intense irrational girl fear, or a whiney little preteen.
In fairness the worst for both where older lads from 18+ to about 25, as was said above, it is shocking how immature a 20 year old can be in the middle of a toy soldier game.
at the last tourney i was in, 2v2, the other team were blatently cheating most of the time, and using subtle cheats on just about every roll.
claiming we didnt have LOS when it was more than clear that we did, forgetting about wounds delt to his demon princes. measuring from the front, moving to the back, using terrain that is generally considered impassable at that FLGS as just "ruins" because it was not declared at the beginning of the game (to be fair, that was our fault, but a boarded up building with bars over the windows... just because the bars fell off one window does not mean you can move into the building) rolling where we cant see it for the entire game, using specific "lucky dice" for each type of roll. showing up with custom made "lucky dice" for said rolls.
rolling the invul saves from fateweaver in twos insted of all at once (had 10 wounds, rolled 10 sets of 2 dice insted of 10, then reroll failed saves, it might seem mathmatically identical, but its not, he gets to roll more dice... out of 10, 5 fail, reroll those and 2 fail. or roll 10x2 and fail none. try it for yourself)
complaining that because we put an objective on the 3rd story of a ruin but did not declare it as off of ground level and actually where we put it, that they should be able to capture from the ground level... wtfsauce.
well. Ive given out enough details that if they happen to read this thread (im pretty sure they are somewhere on this website) they will know who I am.
*EDIT* one of them was in his mid 20s, the other at least in his 40s. Ive never seen people so obsessed with winning at a game of toy dollies. Their "Crew" should be ashamed.
Cryonicleech wrote:Ok, so yesterday, I was at my local GW brainwashing center. I was having a nice chat with a fellow who had started an Empire army after 2 years of Wood Elves. A little while later, me, a friend, the Empire Player and A Dark Elf player decided to play a game of 2 on 2, Empire and High Elves vs. 2 Dark Elves.
Now, I was enjoying the game, but throughout the game the other Dark Elf player got in a fight with my friend, the High Elf Player (Ironic, right?) Unfortunately, this ruined the game for me and the Empire player. Both the DE and HE player were both immature, about 13-11 years old. The HE player was fighting a losing battle unfortunately, and eventually reduced to insulting the DE player, whilst the DE player kept arguing with the HE player over rules. Eventually, me and the Empire player quit. Afterwards, the HE player continued to insult the DE player, making fun of his painting and his army in general. Both the DE and HE player were obsessed with winning and were complete jerks.
Has anything like this happened to you? What did you do?
Did the staff pull those two aside and tell them to straighten up or go home? that's what I did with the people who insisted that arguing over the rules and name calling was more important than playing. I even had a list of phone numbers to call parents if their kids were acting up..
Wouldn't the world be a better place if we just exterminated them all now?
It would save a lot of pain in the long run!
Yeah it's a good thing your Elders didn't think the same thing when you were a kid no????@!!!!!!
stonefox wrote:I was playing a game with a friend at the warhams store. Then a girl walked in.
No they didn't.. Girls never walked into Springfield GW, they always went to the Hot Topic across the hallway and all you mooks would drool over the table. I swear each week we had to buy 100 spit cups to contain the saliva from you knuckle draggers.. LOL
Hmm... played plenty of "kids" (Big and little) and have enjoyed some and hated some.
My most akward gaming moment was at the Chicago GT in 2005. It was my first big tourney and I had fun (whilst getting it handed to me for 2 days!).
At one point I was playing a guy and had to take an "All on his own" check. Now, at my FLGS we have a running gag that we sing a bit of "All By Myself" when rolling for this. It's just kinda habit....halfway through my solo I realize I'm in a room of 200 or so gamers I don't know, singing forlorn 80s love songs to my opponent (loudly!)!
Children: My mother ran an in-home day care when I was growing up. I Reserve the right to ignore, and barring a similar response from the children, punt those little fethers if their under the age of 12. I don't mind if other adults bring their kids, but it's not MY job to babysit them. If you're brave enough to bring your kid to a den full of gamers that are rather attached to their models, then you're brave enough to let your child run the risk of getting stepped on or yelled at. Much time and money are spent working on our armies, and of all the parents on this planet, that particular set should know better.
Unless they're learning the game, just keep them at home.
Women: Women are like Voltron. The more you hook up and have around... well, you get the idea. As far as women walking into the FLGS that I frequent, it's just a smile and nod of acknowledgment, or saying hey to someone else's girlfriend. If they want to learn, they'll ask, and I've got no reason to walk over and say hey if i'm in the midst of a game and she's going back into one of the smaller side rooms to play Magic: The Gathering or D&D.
Besides, if your FLGS has a few of these around as regulars, you'll notice that the occurance of unwashed gamer stink magically disappears after a while.
Championship game for all the marbles in the local 40K League. I'm playing against the owner's son, really nice guy. He was playing orks, I was also playing orks. His was mainly a horde army, mine was a mix of different stuff, including three pie dealing artillery pieces. (looted wagon, killa kannon, shock attack gun).
I totally forget my templates at home, and suggest we just measure it out, at 3". Well..... it turns out that some point between RT and 5th edition the large template went from 3" to 2.5". We find this out after I've managed to flatten 40 to 50 of his boyz with pie......
"Um, do you want to put some guys back?"
"Nah, we're cool."
You guys think you have it bad? Do I have a story for you!
I used to run my local Independant Stores club on the weekend. It was a pretty nice club, we normaly had younger guys in (13-16) but I didnt really mind because with the exception of 1, they were all mature, intelligent and really into the hobby (one guys Necrons were just amazing, like "Best Painted Army" standard, and another guy had Orks who were mind boggling good when you factored in he had been playing 4 weeks) and we had a Load of fun.
Then the Club owner had to ruin it ;(
40 years old, has been playing 40k for less than a year, and OH MY GOD-EMPEROR he never stopped whining. Every time I made a Rules Call (as I had about 10 times more 40k Experience than Him, the only guy with more than me in the club was a 2nd ed Vet who had just come back to the game), he would challenge me, telling me "That's not how I thought it worked" or twisting the Language to suit him then trying to force the other guy to play exactly to the rules.
Of course it all came to a head during an Apocalypse game of all things, where he started to get really bossy with the kids who had brought their Orks for the game, and I asked him to just lighten up a bit, its an Apoc game ffs. He goes mad and bans me from the club...
So yeah, if you have problems with kids acting like kids, be glad you don't have 40 year old club owners acting like 12 year olds
Nurgleboy77 wrote:Hmm... played plenty of "kids" (Big and little) and have enjoyed some and hated some.
My most akward gaming moment was at the Chicago GT in 2005. It was my first big tourney and I had fun (whilst getting it handed to me for 2 days!).
At one point I was playing a guy and had to take an "All on his own" check. Now, at my FLGS we have a running gag that we sing a bit of "All By Myself" when rolling for this. It's just kinda habit....halfway through my solo I realize I'm in a room of 200 or so gamers I don't know, singing forlorn 80s love songs to my opponent (loudly!)!
lol Thats harsh. I usually play my older brother, and we like to get a little EXTREME!!!!!! with just random stuff. So Being used to that I was playing with a different group a couple years ago, and I shot up a CSM squad with a regular tactical squad and after I rolled a bunch of hits shouted "YEA TAKE THAT BITCHES! BOLTER FIRE YEEEEEEEAAAAA!" And apparently they are that quiet library type so I gopt that stare from 10 or so people lol. Awkward moment in the basement
There is one guy at my club who I really dislike playing against, he has an aggressive personality. He will make "subtle" comments about my painting, with to others stuff like "wow your army is really well done, not like this kinda of stuff" *gestures at my army* .
I try to not play him cause he's a dick in game too, but sometimes hes the only one or our paths cross in a campaign. Takes his time thinking about his turns, and tell me to hurry up. If I question him about cover or any other rule, he acts like I'm the biggest ass because it's "just for fun", yet hes the biggest rules lawyer in the club. In general if I play hi m the game isn't enjoyable and certainly awkward.
Nurgleboy77 wrote:Hmm... played plenty of "kids" (Big and little) and have enjoyed some and hated some.
My most akward gaming moment was at the Chicago GT in 2005. It was my first big tourney and I had fun (whilst getting it handed to me for 2 days!).
At one point I was playing a guy and had to take an "All on his own" check. Now, at my FLGS we have a running gag that we sing a bit of "All By Myself" when rolling for this. It's just kinda habit....halfway through my solo I realize I'm in a room of 200 or so gamers I don't know, singing forlorn 80s love songs to my opponent (loudly!)!
You, sir, should have gotten a free 2+ invuln save from sheer awesome. That sounds like something I do in public places for kicks (oh, the reactions. Good stuff.) but I digress. I haven't been playing long enough to have any real awkward gaming moments myself, but I got into a game against a kid who used profanity where most of us folk use punctuation, and it turned out he had a barely rudimentary grasp of the rules and was more interested in being bombastic than playing properly, as long as he was killing my Wolves. When one of the more experienced players came to see how I was doing (it being my third game) within about 35 seconds he was telling the kid he had been interpreting several rules wrongly and we had to put the game on hold while they argued it out. (It turned out that his questionable shooting moves and drop pod deployment didn't help him much when my remaining Woofs hit his gunline...he was well on his way to being tabled when he had to pack up due to parental pick-up. Hee.)
The only way to combat that kind of dickery is to be a bigger dick.
He hassles you about time? You hassle him right back, and call over a judge right away and tell him that he is wasting time.
He causing you trouble about terrain? Call over a judge and make sure you explain that its him who wanted the judge, you just went to go get him. That will shut him up pretty quick.
You, sir, should have gotten a free 2+ invuln save from sheer awesome. That sounds like something I do in public places for kicks (oh, the reactions. Good stuff.)
I also usually sing "Smoke on the Rhino" when Ipop smoke...yes I'm a nut to play against...
Seriously though, this one time at a RTT, I was playing my Biel Tan Eldar vs a Tau player. This was circa 2002. I had basically lost the game to massive firepower. I finally was able to make it into close combat with the guys general. I think it was my banshees that caused two wounds that required him to take 2 invulnerable saves. He rolls snake eyes and then proceeds to give me the double bird and an F*** you twice. That was pretty awkward, and oh by the way he was probably in his early 40's.
Nurgleboy77, if we two were ever to play, the amount of random sillyness would probably force nearby people to roll invulnerable saves or take wounds as their brains melt. And it would be awesome.
Darkreaver55 wrote:Nurgleboy77, if we two were ever to play, the amount of random sillyness would probably force nearby people to roll invulnerable saves or take wounds as their brains melt. And it would be awesome.
Seconded! If yer ever in the Nashville, TN area or I'm ever going up north to Edinboro, PA (wherever that may be...lol) We should definitely get a game in!
Seriously though, this one time at a RTT, I was playing my Biel Tan Eldar vs a Tau player. This was circa 2002. I had basically lost the game to massive firepower. I finally was able to make it into close combat with the guys general. I think it was my banshees that caused two wounds that required him to take 2 invulnerable saves. He rolls snake eyes and then proceeds to give me the double bird and an F*** you twice. That was pretty awkward, and oh by the way he was probably in his early 40's.
Hmm... what a Douche! I'd call a judge and get him expelled or something. Only thing worse than playing a Jackass is getting beaten by a Jackass that sulks when the smallest thing goes awry!
stonefox wrote:I was playing a game with a friend at the warhams store. Then a girl walked in.
No they didn't.. Girls never walked into Springfield GW, they always went to the Hot Topic across the hallway and all you mooks would drool over the table. I swear each week we had to buy 100 spit cups to contain the saliva from you knuckle draggers.. LOL
They did in my dreams! Maybe one day, the girl with 4 lip and eyebrow piercings will one day talk to me.
malfred wrote:"Try not to get too happy" is what I say just seconds before I dive under the table to retrieve
a lost pair...of dice.
The worst matchup I've had recently was against one of those bipolar players who went from sullen whinging to inane victory dances in the space of about 3 minutes.
I was playing IG in a kill point mission, a custom points level to accommodate his army (IIRC it was 800 points or something like that). I basically never stood a chance against his marines, most of my artillery fire simply ricochet'd off his armor, and the guy was acting like I was utterly humiliating him every time he lost a single model.
When his army then started kicking me left right and center, with me trying desperately to do *anything* to kill Tigurius and his terminator cohort, he started jumpeing and prancing around like a looney, obsequiously patting himself on the back for feats of tactical genius like firing terminators' storm bolters at my infantry squads.
In the end, I conceded because it was obvious that a) I was heading for a massacre with zero IG models on the table, and b) my opponent was not going to treat me like an adult.
When the chant ends, you should kick in Manowar's Sons of Odin at head-shattering volume (I think some Noise Marines would be happy to accomodate that) for theme song accompaniment as you all head for your game tables.
Agamemnon2: That kid I played gets almost exactly like that in most games. You would think his tactical squad firing bolters was not only the greatest intellectual leap of all time, but it was swear-ifically 'gangsta' as well. And chaos help you if he was using his orbital bombardment...he would waste five minutes or more going on about all the names he's given it, and what it's going to do to your army, and what idiots they are to be there in the first place....I shan't elaborate further, but he tends to bang on a bit. Just a bit. *Twitch*
There used to be a boy at our club who really cheesed me off. He would always play massive games with 8 players on small points values then complain that games took ages.
Anyways one time I grudgingly decided to play in one of these games, just to give it a go. Turn 3 he's run out of food and gets bored. Suddenly he starts throwing orks at me!
I tell him to stop but he carries on until eventually he breaks one of MY models into tiny peices with a metal model of his. At this point I pack up and leave.
Only if its brother comes along and each is larger than the other. Then their sister comes along to take them home after a rather intuitive discussion about tactics.
I'm the loud one in the red/black. Yes we're the coolest, I know...
Y'all need to learn to enunciate properly, until the last part live in the halls of valhalla forever, all I heard was mumble mumble mrfgh hgshf fmarjght murph..
The most awkward moment I've ever experienced was when I first started the hobby. As a twelve year old wargamer (don't throw shoes at me!), I was the youngest person at my FLGS. Obviously I had a rough sketch of the rules but listened to what my opponents had to say and learned how to play as best I could. Never annoying, screaming or crying over anything, took everything on the chin. I was matched up with a forty year old, rather heavy-set man with a skullet and moustache. I had no idea he was probably the most UNFRIENDLY man in the store.
To have over other word punctuated with an f-bomb (loudly) whenever he rolled badly or I did something right (very rarely), DEFINITELY leaves an awkward impression.
My most awkward moment was when we were playing a game of 2vs2. It was turn 4 when all of a sudden, my friend on the other side got a phone call. He hung up, looked at us and said "Well, my girlfriend just dumped me.". That was pretty awkward.
I was playing an ultra marine player against my daemons, every time i would assault a unit of his, he would laugh weirdly and just say "I'm gonna fething lose again."
I recently had an interesting 2v2 game this weekend against a couple of teenage SM players. They start off by shooting at one of my rhinos hidden behind a building, bending the tape measure over so it touches my transport. I'm not happy about it but my partner tells me to let it go and sure enough the rhino is popped. Next they said it was okay because if they had move their tank at a different angle they would have then had actual LOS... LOL on that one. When their rhinos explode they disembark their squads inside the wreck so our daemons have to charge through cover, which turned out not to be a big deal since we would just lash them out from the cover. Several times they would go back two to three turns in the game and claim something had happened differently... Rolls eyes... That is always a good way to piss people off. In the end it was mostly just an annoynance since we won by a massacre but what can you do? We did get to play a couple of other teenagers in an earlier round that were fantastic sports... Lovely game .
So there was this married girl that hung around our gaming group a while back. Her husband used to play but he started working night on club nights so he stopped coming but she still came by.
Well we all kind of thought that she was cheating on him with this other guy in the club. But it was verified when we were all standing around and she said some random thing and he replied "Only if I say so woman" and smacked her, quite loudly, on the butt. Talk about friggin awkward.
I've also seen a 40 year old man go "WOOO!" extremely loudly and start humping a table well saying "CAN YOU FEEL IT I JUST (EXPLETIVE) YOU UP!!" over and over after he killed a little kids HQ.
mattyboy22 wrote:So there was this married girl that hung around our gaming group a while back. Her husband used to play but he started working night on club nights so he stopped coming but she still came by.
Well we all kind of thought that she was cheating on him with this other guy in the club. But it was verified when we were all standing around and she said some random thing and he replied "Only if I say so woman" and smacked her, quite loudly, on the butt. Talk about friggin awkward.
I've also seen a 40 year old man go "WOOO!" extremely loudly and start humping a table well saying "CAN YOU FEEL IT I JUST (EXPLETIVE) YOU UP!!" over and over after he killed a little kids HQ.
mattyboy22 wrote:So there was this married girl that hung around our gaming group a while back. Her husband used to play but he started working night on club nights so he stopped coming but she still came by.
Well we all kind of thought that she was cheating on him with this other guy in the club. But it was verified when we were all standing around and she said some random thing and he replied "Only if I say so woman" and smacked her, quite loudly, on the butt. Talk about friggin awkward.
I've also seen a 40 year old man go "WOOO!" extremely loudly and start humping a table well saying "CAN YOU FEEL IT I JUST (EXPLETIVE) YOU UP!!" over and over after he killed a little kids HQ.
Imagine how awkward it would be to play a game if your were 8 months pregnant. You'd be wrecking the table.
Once, (my first 40K game I think), I was playing my friend, who was utterly convinced that he would win because his army was painted what he thought was the best colour scheme ever (i.e. spraycoat black and silver trims), he would win.
Half an hour later, his Daemon Prince goes down to my Boyz. He starts ranting about how unrealistic the game is. He didn't listen when I reminded him that Space Marines are hardly realistic.
I'm actually 14, and I honestly rarely see this stuff from my friends and-or group (minus those two people)
But honestly, the HE player is getting really annoying as of yet. He's entirely focused on "winning". In fact, I was talking about the humble High Elf Eagle, (he asked me what he should get) and then after being a little jerk-ish he replies
"I don't make alot of money dude, I can only buy those good units"
He also focuses on stats and armor saves. If it has a 3+ save, he loves it. In fact, when he first got started into 40k, he wanted to play Tau. After buying about $50 of stuff, he decided that Space Marines were the way to go (seeing as he could never beat my Orks with Tau, even though I used horrible tactics {stop in front of a unit to shoot pistols, etc.}) Eventually, he cheated and took 1,500 points of SM vs. my Orks. He claimed that it was a massive victory. I pointed out it was 1,500 points later, and he claimed that
"Dude, your armies are totally hard. It's only fair. Besides, Space Marines are the best."
Honestly, after that it's just been getting redundant.
Eventually, I brought out chaos marines to shatter his "spehss marins are bestest" syndrome. Now, I'm not going to lie, these were my friend's old Chaos Marines that weren't the best painted models of the year, but I had re-undercoated them. But after the first turn, my Oblit's had killed off half his army (it was a 500 point game) he remarks
"It was a fun game, and your list is good, but your army looks like crap"
I then point out that they were my friend's models which he gave to me and that I was in the process of working over them, and that my friend was new to painting (at the time) and that he had worked hard on his models.
mattyboy22 wrote:So there was this married girl that hung around our gaming group a while back. Her husband used to play but he started working night on club nights so he stopped coming but she still came by.
Well we all kind of thought that she was cheating on him with this other guy in the club. But it was verified when we were all standing around and she said some random thing and he replied "Only if I say so woman" and smacked her, quite loudly, on the butt. Talk about friggin awkward.
I've also seen a 40 year old man go "WOOO!" extremely loudly and start humping a table well saying "CAN YOU FEEL IT I JUST (EXPLETIVE) YOU UP!!" over and over after he killed a little kids HQ.
well at least he didn't do it to the kid...
I'd have ran up and started humping his kid or his leg and start screaming "IF ITS THAT KIND OF PARTY I'M STICK MY **ck IN THE MASHED POTATOES!" just to show him how obnoxious he was.... and to scar his kid..... and him..... and mashed potatoes!
generalgrog wrote:This one time...... at band camp.
Seriously though, this one time at a RTT, I was playing my Biel Tan Eldar vs a Tau player. This was circa 2002. I had basically lost the game to massive firepower. I finally was able to make it into close combat with the guys general. I think it was my banshees that caused two wounds that required him to take 2 invulnerable saves. He rolls snake eyes and then proceeds to give me the double bird and an F*** you twice. That was pretty awkward, and oh by the way he was probably in his early 40's.
GG
Hmmmm. I never throw any energy related to a game at opponents. If I do something terrible like that Tau player, some freak dice roll, usually I'll just groan, give *the model* the middle finger, and move on with a smile.
Not my opponents fault the dice fell that way, but I can sure blame the model for sucking at life!
One awkward moment was when I had been only playing for about a month and only had about 1000 points of SM. I was at the chicago bunker and had decided to play a game with one of the older guys that was there. He also played his own flavor of SM with traits. My army was essentially plastic, black, and a couple test models that I had painted up. Now this guy knew I was a new player, and usually you try to help a new player out by throwing the first couple games (at least I do). He did no such thing. When the game was over and I was tabled by turn 4, he remarked, "you're not very good at this, and you need to work on your painting." I just stared at him.
Not much later, I found out that this goontard didn't paint a single model he owned, and had the balls to comment on my newbie paint job.
Another awkward moment is when the bunker was running some kind of "break the gate" event for the release of CIties of Death. I was on a table behind the gate and my list had two librarians with Fear the Darkness. This Tau player breaks through and deploys everything essentially on the small table edge since that was the way things were set up, and the rules were that the defenders (me) get to go first. So I walk up with two librarians with terminators, and essentially make him run his entire army off the table. Poor guy didn't play a single turn. I felt kinda like a dick for that one.
Not GW-related, but an "awkward gaming moment" nontheless...
My wife has been gaming (mostly RPGs, and mostly Legend of the Five Rings at that) since 2000. Her very first con was GenCon of 2006. We went with a good chunk of our regular L5R group (5 of us) to play in the Heroes of Rokugan campaign there (similar to Living Greyhawk - a persistent camapign). So, we sit down at the table, where the GM is talking to a couple of his buddies. We sit down and show our tickets. He keeps talking. The start time for the game comes and goes. He keeps talking. We FINALLY get his attention, and he turns around as sees us. He takes our tickets, then looks directly at my wife and says, "I don't normally let girls at my table. If you're going to be here, I don't want your mouth open unless it's sucking my cock."
There was a brief moment of awkwardness, and then Swordguy was being drug bodily away from the table by his gaming companions while attempting to go for said jackass GM's throat - my friends later said they had been moving to restrain me before I had even started moving; they knew exactly what was going to happen. The GM calmly turned and went back to talking with his buddies. And THAT was my wife's very first con experience. It's a miracle I've been able to get her to go back. (Said GM is no longer involved in any way in HoR and is banned from GenCon - it's good to know the GenCon organizers socially...)
When the wife walkes into the store and the "new guy" comes up and asks if she is looking for something for her son... ALWAYS gets the hard stare! Makes me giggle, she has been a gammer for well over 20 years!
"Uncle Russ" always cheats but never prospers by it and anyway most of the time I suspect its less cheating more being Old and forgetting the rules
Dude, friends or not I would have ripped his head/throat/heart out/off!!!
Anyway, a slightly awkward situation for me was when I was playing a kid about a month ago. He was a nice enough guy, but he clearly wasn't that well versed in the rules. Tried helping him out throughout the game, giving him tips on what the best targets were for his lascannons (tyrant and fexes, not my gaunts), what not too assault (genestealers) etc etc. Anyways about 10mins before the games over his mum walks in the store and asks how he doing. He tells her "this huge pile of stuff on the side is all dead, and my last few remaining models are about to be slaughtered". Seriously felt awkward when she said hi to the guy that probably just took all her kids interest out of the hobby.
My son (10) but very good at the game, was playing a guy at our local store who i had not met before. This guy is about 21.
This guys starts telling my son that his farseer must take a test as all the banshees 3 inches in front of him died.
My son tries to explain that the farseer is not attached to the squad. But this guy cuts through him and starts demanding that he takes a test. He then starts shouting at him!!
Im painting in the on the next table, I quietly but firmly ask him to stop talking to my son like that. He now starts having a go at me, shouting and waving his army about!
If the manager of the store had not come over at that point the guy would have ending up on the floor.
Know one bullies a kid in front of me - especially not my son!
Later he came over and asked to look at my models before I could reply his hand was in my case. Lets just say he wont be coming in the store again
This hobby does attract a lot of people who struggle to function in normal society!
Swordguy wrote:Not GW-related, but an "awkward gaming moment" nontheless...
My wife has been gaming (mostly RPGs, and mostly Legend of the Five Rings at that) since 2000. Her very first con was GenCon of 2006. We went with a good chunk of our regular L5R group (5 of us) to play in the Heroes of Rokugan campaign there (similar to Living Greyhawk - a persistent camapign). So, we sit down at the table, where the GM is talking to a couple of his buddies. We sit down and show our tickets. He keeps talking. The start time for the game comes and goes. He keeps talking. We FINALLY get his attention, and he turns around as sees us. He takes our tickets, then looks directly at my wife and says, "I don't normally let girls at my table. If you're going to be here, I don't want your mouth open unless it's sucking my cock."
There was a brief moment of awkwardness, and then Swordguy was being drug bodily away from the table by his gaming companions while attempting to go for said jackass GM's throat - my friends later said they had been moving to restrain me before I had even started moving; they knew exactly what was going to happen. The GM calmly turned and went back to talking with his buddies. And THAT was my wife's very first con experience. It's a miracle I've been able to get her to go back. (Said GM is no longer involved in any way in HoR and is banned from GenCon - it's good to know the GenCon organizers socially...)
I'm surprised your wife didn't put something in his mouth, like her foot. that's not an akward moment, that's borderline harassment. You've got a keeper Swordguy.
I have to say I feel quite lucky. At my flgs the crowd is generally very well behaved and they are all very sporting. There's only 1 guy guy who looks like a sourpuss and ALWAYS refuses to play me even when there is no-one else in the store and he's doing nothing constructive. How odd is that? I just like to think he has heard of my nids reputation and not mine (not that I have one).
He did however help me to sort out our apoc game which no-one attended.
two_heads_talking wrote:
I'm surprised your wife didn't put something in his mouth, like her foot. that's not an akward moment, that's borderline harassment. You've got a keeper Swordguy.
She was so shocked, she just stood up and left. I almost wish he'd tried to hit her or something - THAT would spark a reflex. We both choreograph fights for stage and screen for a career, and both have a lengthy martial arts background in both Eastern and Western MA, so an attempt to have struck her would have produced a much stronger (and probably more permanent) reaction from her. In short, she would have torn him to shreds...
Too bad. Even thinking back on it, I get all sorts of pissed-off. I would have loved to see a tiny little thing like her (comparatively to Sir Neckbeard the Jackass) leap on him and tear out his throat.
unclehomefries wrote:I haven't played enough 40k for stuff like this to happen, but at a Magic the Gathering tournament years ago I was about to win at the beginning of my next turn cause my one creature was stronger by two strength than his last one. I would have killed him, but on his turn, right before he gave up some random guy walked by and reminded the other player that he could use X amount of energy to increase his creatures strength by X/X. He had a lot of energy left. He used this and killed me.
Random guy FTW
It was a legitimate win, but I always thought it was an unwritten rule that observers do not provide help to either side in tournament play. Friendly matches, sure, but when there are prizes at stake?!
How dare they.
Sorry, I guess I'm still bitter lol
Managed to do sth. similar myself. But it was a Casual Game. A friend of mine played with his Empire against a Chaos-army. In turn 1 he rolled a missfire with his hellblaster volleygun so that it wasn´t able to shoot on turn 2. I then walked out to buy some food. When I came back after a while, he was just shooting with his hellblaster volleygun, getting around 17 hits on a huge warrior-regiment. I innocently asked if it was turn 3 yet. There was a small pause followed by a lout cry of all witnesses and looks that indicated murder...
But hey, it was just a fun-game and it wouldn´t have been fair, he had forgotten about it.
unclehomefries wrote:I haven't played enough 40k for stuff like this to happen, but at a Magic the Gathering tournament years ago I was about to win at the beginning of my next turn cause my one creature was stronger by two strength than his last one. I would have killed him, but on his turn, right before he gave up some random guy walked by and reminded the other player that he could use X amount of energy to increase his creatures strength by X/X. He had a lot of energy left. He used this and killed me.
Random guy FTW
It was a legitimate win, but I always thought it was an unwritten rule that observers do not provide help to either side in tournament play. Friendly matches, sure, but when there are prizes at stake?!
How dare they.
Sorry, I guess I'm still bitter lol
Managed to do sth. similar myself. But it was a Casual Game. A friend of mine played with his Empire against a Chaos-army. In turn 1 he rolled a missfire with his hellblaster volleygun so that it wasn´t able to shoot on turn 2. I then walked out to buy some food. When I came back after a while, he was just shooting with his hellblaster volleygun, getting around 17 hits on a huge warrior-regiment. I innocently asked if it was turn 3 yet. There was a small pause followed by a lout cry of all witnesses and looks that indicated murder...
But hey, it was just a fun-game and it wouldn´t have been fair, he had forgotten about it.
If he'd really forgotten about it, he wouldn't have tossed about "looks that indicated murder" he'd have said "hey thanks man," and continued gaming.
There is a beardy guy who is always in Warhammer World who appears to enjoy handing youngesters their asses at Pokemon or something, he is just generally creepy... when ever we are there with the kids I tend to keep a close eye on the youngest....
He has never done anything I am aware of, he just creaps me and the wife out..... really awkward....
Swordguy, The wife has done full contact sword tournament in the UK, little lass, but Viking to the core... she would have ripped him a new one, either physically or verbally... ah... I so love that woman ... Don't it makke you feel GOOD!
1) Frankly this is rather embarasing. I finally find a FLGS to play at where I go to college; so I go to play a game with a guy my friend introduced me to. Turn 1 rolls around I do my movement phase and then say its his turn to move...wow, the puzzled look on his face was priceless (as was mine apparently). Turns out I had missread the whole "turn" idea. After explaining to me how the "turn" actually worked, we had an enjoyable 2 games, got licked. Even today I still have never came close to beating him.... Just a bit of explination, where i live there is no FLGS so until I started college I was restricted to playing with my gaming group in my basement, with high amounts of proxies and only us for inturpreting rules...man I'm glad I found that FLGS, since then our games have been much improved since.
2) This one deals with points. We decided a 4 man every man for himself game at 500 points would be fun. We decided on small points because we didn't want to do a 2v2, half my army was recetnly based so I wasn't messing with them and one of them had to go to work before a big game would be done. My friend proxies a chaos list (due to funds all he had was the dex), and gets whiped by eldar in 1 turn. Meanwhile my grot army (always wanted to try it) was kicking around DH. After the eldar player left, I redid his list (as the CSM player runs eldar as his main). Found my other friend ran 800 points on him. After that we decided that there would be no more "let me pull this list from memory" and non premade lists allowed. Bring your armies, bring your lists either printed out or lug your computer - otherwise just sit there and paint.
As to the whole kids "question", at my FLGS I don't wind up playing against them because thursday night is a school night and so none of them show up. However on the occasional saturday when I do play, I take those games with a grain of salt.
I'm lucky compared to some of these horror stories. Although I no longer play my games at the GW stores due to travel time, I didn't really have a good first impression at my local store
My gripe was that everyone at the store ate food during their games which most of the time was ok as it was packaged stuff, except for one guy who insisted on playing his games with me and everyone whilst eating pizza with his hands and basically got pizza all over the dice we were using. GW Staff never battered an eye lid and as I was new to the whole thing I just went with it and kept my mouth shut.
Though I made sure I kept a few dice away from his grubby mits during my game with him
on my first warhammer game (i started resently) my opponent pulled alsorts of special rules even though i said that since it was my first game could we leave them out.
Swordguy wrote: "I don't normally let girls at my table. If you're going to be here, I don't want your mouth open unless it's sucking my cock."
Woah, either he has balls of steel or totally lacks the ability to function in society.
Nah, he was just begging for the group to curb-stomp his ass into the ground.
If it were me and my buds, we would have dragged him into the bathroom and beat the living gak out of him.
Well considering who I would have been around and I'm a very passive person (religiously I am passive) until someone gives me a reason to be agressive. And according to how my religion functions, that would have been a guaranteed jumping across the table and pummeling him until he bled. Plus he would have offended about 4 very violent-when-needs-to-be guys who have all done some sort of bouncer work, two of which (myself included) would have had significant others there..... His arse would have been grass.
When I read swordguys post, I was very disturbed. I was just wondering if you reported the GM to the cons management? He should have been fired on the spot.
generalgrog wrote:When I read swordguys post, I was very disturbed. I was just wondering if you reported the GM to the cons management? He should have been fired on the spot.
GG
swordguy wrote:
(Said GM is no longer involved in any way in HoR and is banned from GenCon - it's good to know the GenCon organizers socially...)
Darkreaver55 wrote:Nurgleboy77, if we two were ever to play, the amount of random sillyness would probably force nearby people to roll invulnerable saves or take wounds as their brains melt. And it would be awesome.
Seconded! If yer ever in the Nashville, TN area or I'm ever going up north to Edinboro, PA (wherever that may be...lol) We should definitely get a game in!
Seriously though, this one time at a RTT, I was playing my Biel Tan Eldar vs a Tau player. This was circa 2002. I had basically lost the game to massive firepower. I finally was able to make it into close combat with the guys general. I think it was my banshees that caused two wounds that required him to take 2 invulnerable saves. He rolls snake eyes and then proceeds to give me the double bird and an F*** you twice. That was pretty awkward, and oh by the way he was probably in his early 40's.
Hmm... what a Douche! I'd call a judge and get him expelled or something. Only thing worse than playing a Jackass is getting beaten by a Jackass that sulks when the smallest thing goes awry!
Agreed, but remember, this is probably a fully pumped Shas'O we're talking about here. Fishheads are very attached to their Shas'os. Of course, that is still ridiculous behavior from an adult. Lol. Just what you'd expect from a Tau player though.
I've had a couple awkward moments in gaming... Though I can't remember very many right now.
There was one time, I was playing a match in VASSAL, and the guy I'm playing against is telling me how radically awesome his one hero is. I think it was Eldrad Ulthran or something. Maybe. Anyway, he proceeds to sit this Hero on an objective with a unit of Guardians for the majority of the game. It does absolutely nothing, and I mean nothing. Just sits there, holding the objective. On the second to last turn, I drop an Orbital Bombardment on them, and then charge with a unit of Scouts. I am the first to admit that Scouts are absolutely worthless more anything more than Meatshielding, but unbelievable they manage to kill the Guardians (there were only three left after the OB), and then Eldrad. The guy goes absolutely nuts. He's cussing me out over a hero that he didn't even use at all!
1.) Playing in a tourney a few years ago. My Empire vs VC. Top of Turn two, Shooting phase. I'm eyeballing targets. I start to say that I'm going to target a necromancer then what do I see but a vampire lord. I roll for bounce and the cannon ball hits him. He rolls for look out sir and fails. Rolls for ward save and fails. I roll for # of wounds and I roll a 5 killing him. He snatches him off of the table. You could cut the tension with a knife. He is just sitting there sulking. He then starts to get his carrying case out and says that the game is basically over and we should just call it. After 10 minutes of back and forth we decide to finish the game (after I offer to restart the game). He didn't move anything, he just took crumble tests. The game last about another 15 minutes. I had to spend the next hour and half walking around. When talking to a mutual friend later he painted an entirely different story.
1.) a. It's interesting how his mind works. He produced some SWAG for a local indy gt and had mispelled writing on two of his products. When questioned on it he wanted to argue on the spelling issue (Dispell scrolls?)
2.) There is a local kid with very poor hygiene and manners. I shook his hand prior to the game (a normal habit of mine to suggest a good game). About 10 minutes in I see him with his hands in his pants. Not in his pocket, but IN HIS UNDERWEAR. I was tempted to cut my hand off (I used to be almost OCD about my hands). I avoid dealing with him at all costs now.
3.) During the 2nd round of our last tournament last month I am playing a new guy(in his 40s) to the area. He goes to look something up and I notice he has the older Empire book. I inform him that he should be using the newest book, but for our game it's fine. He seems ok with it. I inform the Tourney organizer of the situation afterwards. At the award ceremonies he wins the door prize ($50) . It was weird because he has been playing for a while and he didn't know that you need the newest book. ???
4.) Another local I've had the displeasure of dealing has been banned from tournaments. Once after losing a unit of Orks he picks up one of the other guys minis (a no-no to start). Points at it and says what a piece of crap it is. I think he was going to throw it across the store, but was interupted by staff first.
@swordguy: You win, Holy crap that is awful. I'm glad your friends restrained you. Probably wouldn't be able to talk to us now (unless the prison had internet access).
Lol. Just what you'd expect from a Tau player though.
Just the type of arrogant, ignorant thing you'd expect a Space Marine player to say. Amiright?
It was just kinda ridiculous...
Oh you know those Eldar players, they're all douchebags like that! lololol
Hate the player, not the army. Not all Tau players are like that, I've never flipped anyone off or cussed them out during a game for any reason and I don't aim to start. The worst thing I've ever done is get mopey when the dice roll bad, and I mean real bad. I can't roll a four to save my life.
Haven't had many awkward gaming moments myself, not playing 40k anyway. My brother always acts like a tool whenever we play D&D though, always flips out and throws a fit when treasure gets split up and he doesn't get every uber item we found. It got real bad one night, he was practically screaming about this stupid sword, and even wrote it on his character sheet because he simply couldn't accept the fact that I got it, insisting that he had one too and if he didn't get it he'd never play again. Trying to talk sense into him made things worse, too.
He also insisted on playing as a dragon when we first started out, he wouldn't play D&D if he couldn't turn into a gold dragon and pwn everything in the room singlehandedly. Dragons don't fit in dungeons, I ended up finding out the hard way when my paladin got pinned against he wall the first time he tried*.
*The way my dad played it, he was in human form most of the time to fit inside the dungeons. In our very first encounter ever, he says "I turn into a dragon and use my noxious breath!", and then my dad laughs and tells me that I and the two derro dwarves we were fighting get pinned to the walls and I WOULD have been killed by his stupid breath weapon but my dad said "Oh you managed to run out of the room in time", pff.
A year ago I agreed to play one of the youngsters at my LFGS as my regular opponent hadnt turned up. He was a good lad with a solid grasp of the rules and I spent allot of the game being open with him and teaching him a couple of tricks. I also really didn’t take the game all that seriously and just played for fun all round. Anyway the game ended and I totaled up the points. The Kid had beten me. A minor victory but a victory non the less. I just lost a game to a 12 year old.
Don't worry I didnt behave like a brat or anything. It was all my own fault and I took it good humour (whislt kicking myself!)
Needless to say my local gaming circle soon found out and I've never heard the end of it. No matter how well I do in any future game I will always be the guy who lost to 12 year old.
Oh just remembered what happened a few months ago. In a dnd game, the GM's wife is part of our group.
We are just getting slaughtered. We are down to like 10% health each. The wife starts saying how we better just start working on new characters. The GM asks her if she wants to just quit. She gets quiet. From my personal experience (6+ years of marriage) is that when your wife goes stealth (i.e. silent treatmen) the End is Nigh. She then starts griping. They go back and forth for about 10 minutes.
He finally gets her to settle down and then boom the adversaries are dead. If she would have waited 3 more minutes we would have finished them off and won the day, but no they had to argue in front of all of us.
In Japan there aren't a huge range of available players and almost no players who speak Japanese so I tend to play with the same 4 or 5 guys all the time. 1 of these guys is a really good friend of mine and a great guy but he has significant anger control issues.
1 time we're playing a 2 v 1 game with me and a friend running orks and chaos (1500 each) vs his witchunters (3000) in a special scenario I had written which meant we had to use psykers. He was delighted because he finally go to use all his anti-psyker goodness. And because of this he was absolutely destorying us, just blowing massive holes into us constantly. Turn 3 we weren't tabled but we were pretty conclusively not going to win (maybe a draw) and it comes to his assault phase. He forgets to shoot and assault one of my boyz mobz with his serpahim and halfway through the assault phase he notices this. Now I should just have let him charge me but because it was halfway throguh the phase already and because we were being drubbed so badly I said no and he got so angry about this he decided to punch my wall.
He punched a hole in it!
Suddenly he wasn't the angry one anymore, he was terrified and I was incredibly angry. As awkward as it was for us though it was even more awkward for my chaos playing friend who had to stand there and wait to see if we were about to kill each other.
It all worked out okay in the end though, he offered to pay for my wall and we finished the game (he won but we very nearly pulled out a draw).
swordguy wrote:
(Said GM is no longer involved in any way in HoR and is banned from GenCon - it's good to know the GenCon organizers socially...)
Yay.
Your story made my stomach turn.
Mine too, I don't even know you or your wife or the guy but even I wanted to beat the crap out of him reading that. You don't talk crap like that to a guy's wife, especially if the guy is standing right there. Seriously, who the hell did he think he was?
Today i had an awkward moment. well it wasnt really a moment but, kinda the whole battle, it was 1500pts battle against my best mate (tyranids) against me (space marines) as we were setting up in deployment this really smelly (and i mean extremely smelly) and fat kid goes and stands right inbetween us telling my mate what to do, of course most of the time my mate just ignores it but it eventually got really wierd because for 2hours (new to 5edition) into the game the kid was just staring @ my mate.. really smelly... really awkward... eventually he just walked away (thank god). eventually it was a good game with me winning 1-0 objective points... but that kid just freaked me out.. had one of those cannot... look... away... double chins
swordguy wrote:
(Said GM is no longer involved in any way in HoR and is banned from GenCon - it's good to know the GenCon organizers socially...)
Yay.
Your story made my stomach turn.
Mine too, I don't even know you or your wife or the guy but even I wanted to beat the crap out of him reading that. You don't talk crap like that to a guy's wife, especially if the guy is standing right there. Seriously, who the hell did he think he was?
Didnt impress me either, people like that are a waste of space in my oinion. no manners.
And i think you could change that to you don't talk to anyone like that, unless they had given you a very good reaon to. and even then its very disrespectful. Hope Karma finds his dues for him.
swordguy wrote:
(Said GM is no longer involved in any way in HoR and is banned from GenCon - it's good to know the GenCon organizers socially...)
And i think you could change that to you don't talk to anyone like that, unless they had given you a very good reaon to. and even then its very disrespectful. Hope Karma finds his dues for him.
QFT
I know a lot of people think that as a man you have a responsibility/duty/right to "protect your woman". That's serious bs, and imho sort of comes from the same stupid angle as the guy considering a womans worth was primarily as a sexual object, although not by far as bad. After all, I wouldn't care what the social status or gender of the talked to person was, I wouldn't care who's spouse I might be, I wouldn't care if the talked to person was a friend or a stranger. I'd go hit that idiot hard, and I'd aim for an eye or the nose or somewhere else that made permanent and visual damage. Maybe I'd start with aiming for the groin, partly for the symbolic value and partly to get a clearer shot at the face. I'd even grin happily all the way through the subsequent trial.
Was at a heroclix tournament one time. The guy I was playing was about my age. We showed up at a lot of the same events and never got along. In fact "hate" would be a pretty accurate description of our feelings toward each other. Anyway, we're playing along and all of a sudden he stops, grabs a judge and says that he did something differently two turns ago and that we needed to go back. He eventually convinced the judge to let him go back TWO TURNS, change one of his moves and subsequently it won him the game. That's one of the few times where I wanted to walk across the table and beat the ever living crap out of someone in my FLGS.
Another time I was playing an IG guy. I was wearing a long sleeved shirt and was picking up some dead burna boys that were in combat with a sentinel. My shirt caught the gun of the sentinel and it ended up hitting the floor. It was well painted, too :(.
Well where do I start so many awkward gaming moments....
Ah yes
1,500pts of Crimson Ravens (My own DIY chapter) Vs Eldar I was being whooped but i was enjoying the game.good times good laughs or so you would think eh?? this 12 year old gakbag saunters over now in our store he was known for his whinging (he wrote a female store staff member a love letter she was 23 hes 12 you can gather the outcome) and proceeds to go...
"Hey Jay blast his crappy Razorback with your Brightlances"
"WOOOOOO you been owned noob (Noob Ive been playing since I was 14 years old Im now 27)
"Man you really dont know the point of the mission do you??"
"My fallen would have owned you"
"My Tau would have owned you"
"My DA would have owned you"
I politely kept stum but how I wanted to grab him pick him up by the scruff of his neck and sling him out on his ass!
1,500pts of Crimson Ravens Vs Tyranids 1,500pts or so the player thought
Yes another kid and yes no reading of the rules I set up my Marines pleasantly waiting for turn 1 we kick of he picks up a termagaunt moves it 12 inches WHAT THE FETH! surely 6 inches he saids "Shut it" I go WHAAAAAAT!.
Now being a regular a staff member walks over a enquires whats going on I point out the rules boob and the other player goes ballistic to which he gets banned.
Now was that worth the effort of getting yourself banned too many young players are too obsesssed with winning nowadays.
Ha yea sorry bout that I meant rules mistake was trying to track 3-5 convos at once I tend to type fast and dont really think about what I write so i attached boob to mistake and wrote boob ooops
1. I was participating in a LOTR tournament over at Warhammer World in Nottingham, and having a good time. I'd narrowly won my first two games, and the opponent had been a real sportsman. 10 minute break, and then everyone heads off to the next round. I arrive at my table to find a 12 year old waiting for me. One that could barely see over the table. I'm not the kind to look down on an opponent though, just because he's a kid, so we get started. Now this was before Legions for middle earth came out, so armies tended to be a huge mishmash of anything and everything. He plonked a custom made ent down on the table. I enquired as to the rules for it, as I'd never seen any for ents before. He promptly informed me that they were in White Dwarf. I asked to see the edition in question, or a photocopy, so I could quickly scan the rules and familiarise myself with them. Kid then told me he didn't have to show me the rules. After I simply said that I wasn't just going to take his word for it that his ent was toughness 10 with 8 wounds, and rerolls, and call a judge over, he grudgingly says that his older brother has the rules. 'Is your older brother here?' I ask, still keeping polite. Turns out his older brother is here, but he has no idea where he is. For the sake of getting a game, I pretty much agree his Ent is superman and can do whatever he wants. Next turn in, I fire a siege bow at the ent. apparantly though, according to him, I'm not allowed to do that, because the arrow part of the model isn't pointing straight at the ent(it's pointing about 45 degrees to the left). He then throws a tantrum after the judge says I can still fire it. I then walk away, after the kid throws aforementioned ent model at me.
2. I played a guy with narcolepsy. He fell asleep three times during the game. I kind of reached over and poked him each time, but damn, that was awkward. Lovely guy though.
If it counts nurgleboy, once during a tournament, I fired a flamer at some 'nids, and started singing, 'Burn Baby Burn', and dancing slightly. I then realised approximately 30 other people in the room had stopped to look at me. Didn't feel too awkward though, as one of my friends on the other side of the room joined in, with the result being much mirth for all.
Having a Rules Boob around to consult during games might making things go much smoother.
But seriously, the 1% of gamers that really are seriously misogynistic or just afraid of women need to be made aware that they are the reason the hobby has so many bad stereotypes and need to get over themselves. I have near-crippling shyness problems at times but I can get through them with help from friends and a lot of effort.
Shear Will Power is the only thing which kept me going when younger, but confidecne grew and now I perform infront of crowds in their hundreds and am married with kids..... Shyness can be overcome....
I regularly play a 9 year old at Warhammer 40k (A family friend) and hes a brilliant sportsman
so I pose the question why is it one side you can have excellent sportsmen of all ages and then on the other you have these idiots who cant and wont accept losing at a game which in essentiality involves pushing little Toy Soldiers around if I did i.e throw a tantrum at losing Id feel pretty fething stupid.
I guess wargaming is like any other type of game(including sports). You get "those" people that just do not know how to interact with others appropriately when things go wrong. I have often wondered if the computer gaming aspect has anything to do with it. You know a lot of us play computer games online as well as tabletop, and I know the behavior skills of people on the online games can be attrocious. So I wonder if these people only interaction is with online oppponents and they don't know how to interact with real live people.
1. I was participating in a LOTR tournament over at Warhammer World in Nottingham, and having a good time. I'd narrowly won my first two games, and the opponent had been a real sportsman. 10 minute break, and then everyone heads off to the next round. I arrive at my table to find a 12 year old waiting for me. One that could barely see over the table. I'm not the kind to look down on an opponent though, just because he's a kid, so we get started. Now this was before Legions for middle earth came out, so armies tended to be a huge mishmash of anything and everything. He plonked a custom made ent down on the table. I enquired as to the rules for it, as I'd never seen any for ents before. He promptly informed me that they were in White Dwarf. I asked to see the edition in question, or a photocopy, so I could quickly scan the rules and familiarise myself with them. Kid then told me he didn't have to show me the rules. After I simply said that I wasn't just going to take his word for it that his ent was toughness 10 with 8 wounds, and rerolls, and call a judge over, he grudgingly says that his older brother has the rules. 'Is your older brother here?' I ask, still keeping polite. Turns out his older brother is here, but he has no idea where he is. For the sake of getting a game, I pretty much agree his Ent is superman and can do whatever he wants. Next turn in, I fire a siege bow at the ent. apparantly though, according to him, I'm not allowed to do that, because the arrow part of the model isn't pointing straight at the ent(it's pointing about 45 degrees to the left). He then throws a tantrum after the judge says I can still fire it. I then walk away, after the kid throws aforementioned ent model at me.
2. I played a guy with narcolepsy. He fell asleep three times during the game. I kind of reached over and poked him each time, but damn, that was awkward. Lovely guy though.
If it counts nurgleboy, once during a tournament, I fired a flamer at some 'nids, and started singing, 'Burn Baby Burn', and dancing slightly. I then realised approximately 30 other people in the room had stopped to look at me. Didn't feel too awkward though, as one of my friends on the other side of the room joined in, with the result being much mirth for all.
Nurgleboy77 wrote:Hmm... played plenty of "kids" (Big and little) and have enjoyed some and hated some.
My most akward gaming moment was at the Chicago GT in 2005. It was my first big tourney and I had fun (whilst getting it handed to me for 2 days!).
At one point I was playing a guy and had to take an "All on his own" check. Now, at my FLGS we have a running gag that we sing a bit of "All By Myself" when rolling for this. It's just kinda habit....halfway through my solo I realize I'm in a room of 200 or so gamers I don't know, singing forlorn 80s love songs to my opponent (loudly!)!
But....you sang it with Pride.......
That's almost as bad as doing a 13th Warrior chant in front of an entire hall of gamers......
generalgrog wrote:I guess wargaming is like any other type of game(including sports). You get "those" people that just do not know how to interact with others appropriately when things go wrong. I have often wondered if the computer gaming aspect has anything to do with it. You know a lot of us play computer games online as well as tabletop, and I know the behavior skills of people on the online games can be attrocious. So I wonder if these people only interaction is with online oppponents and they don't know how to interact with real live people.
Definitely. Every hobby, especially, the niche ones, has that 1% that makes everyone look bad. Sports have the 'super fans' who get trashed at the game and/or dress up and mostly annoy other patrons. For children's sports, we have the stereotypical superfan parents who assault the coach to get their kid more play time. I'm guessing stamp collectors have someoen that embarrases them. No idea what, though.
My brother, the bastard. As always, he really knows how to mess things up.
I was asked to host a three player game for his birthday involving about a hundred zombies and three Mordheim characters tasked with fighting their way through the undead and towards the evil necromancer. My brother and his friend would do the main fighting bit while my character would hang back so I could fully focus on moving the zombies. However, somewhere along the line my brother wanted to kill my character and did so. I told him that was against the spirit of the game and scenario but he would have nothing of it, instead he went along with it.
Damn prick. He always wants to break the rules one way or the other for his own amusement. The scenario wasn't completed, instead he strayed away from the set objectives and just started bashing zombies for no real reason until his friend died due to a lumbering undead golem. He then declared himself winner. Sooo, another narrative campaign fething ruined by him. Suddenly, the idea of running a Dark Heresy campaign seems less welcoming.
My gaming group had it's first Apoc game recently and 2vs3 and while there were some bumps in the coordinating everything started off fine. Untill the 3rd player showed up, without his list or his codex. This game was organized more than a MONTH in advance.
Trying to speed the game up we started to resolve shooting based on which opponent army we were shooting at instead of having each person on a team of 3 go one at a time. while my other teamate and i are resolving shooting, our 3rd teammate (player from first line) is making shooting noises for a good 5-10 min.
The local gaming group I play at is run at an elementary school. The person who organizes it gets to use the room for free as a fund raising event, and is able to keep it cheap. So, unsuprisingly, it's attracted the attention of some of his students. One of his students (who has now moved on to middle school), was a good player, able to come up with good strategy, and was a good sportsman. A joy to play against. One of the others though doesn't seem to be taking the game quite as serious, doesn't even really seem to want to read his own codex. I don't mind helping him out when it's a friendly game, but I feel a bit awkward when he signs up for one of the local tournaments, and I find myself facing him in round 1. I don't want to stomp all over the kid, and cause him to dislike the hobby and such, but I'm not going to take it easy on him in a tournament.
Otherwise, at a team tournament, I and my teammate were playing Necrons, against a combined tau and SM group. It became obvious in round 2 that we were going to win, and in round 3 that it would be a complete route. The awkward thing was that our opponents realized it too, and instead of either conceding, or trying to rise to the challenge, they just went through the motions of playing, but their attitude had changed to one of defeat and passive hostility.
This one is fairly dated 3rd edition city fight, the game was played at my house. This was our second or third consecutive game that night. He was a bit bi-polar, when he was losing he was very morose, bitter, and often threatened to walk out on games; when he was winning he was practically dancing. He was in a really bad mood due to losing a previous game, so I gave him a 350-point handicap on a 1500 game. I was playing dark eldar and he was chaos marines. This was supposed to be a quick game as it was getting late. But, it went really late due mostly to my opponent taking long movement and shooting phases.
When we rolled for missions it came up as Gauntlet, which was for those who remember the most broken mission at the time. The attacker had to set up in a small deployment zone and cross the board to an exit point on the other side of the table. The defender gets to create a killing field between the two points.
My army was raider heavy and had webway gate. If I wanted to be a punk I could have just jetted over and drop the gate right next to the exit point. But, I felt I should play the game as in keeping with its design and not take an easy victory that would be salting my opponent’s wounded ego. So turn one I drop the gate 12” from my starting point an exited my ground troop with the raiders supporting the footsloggers. The game was a real challenge I crawled through buildings while getting gunned at from every angle. I sacrificed my raiders to block fire to my warriors and basically took abuse while making my way to the exit point. The game had a random turn length and it ended right when my entire army was 6 inches away from freedom. Because my army was moving together not a single one of my units made it to the exit point. So the mission read as a complete defeat for me, and a total victory for my opponent, despite the fact that I was inches away from an impressive victory. At the time the game ended it was getting close to 3 am.
This is where it gets a little trying. Instead of excusing himself, my now ecstatic opponent felt it would be more to his interest to go over his victory point by point, and I am too polite to say “Yeah… go home now”. So after about 30 minutes of his self graduations on his genius tactics (Please bare in mind it is late and I am tired), I could not help but point out it was only for but a single roll of a die that that prevented the outcome from being the reverse. Normally I would bite my tongue, but I allowed weariness to dull my social reservations. Anyway he didn’t like this and broke off in to a diatribe about me being a sore loser. He rather insisted we discuss this at length while I consider myself to be a low confrontational individual. I managed to steer the conversation to an adequate conclusion and he left allowing me to crawl into bed.
@Grunt13: I know that feeling all too well. The way I would have dealt with that is ask for a rematch and trounce him and say "See, I went easy on you, so STFU now"
ok, mine aren't so much warhammer, but are gaming related
first, i had a dnd game i was in, met once a week in the basement of the dm's dorm. I was playing a character that in theory i liked the idea of, but in practice didn't care much for. So during the games, if i made a bad decision with my character, i didn't try and take it back or whatever, i just rolled with it, since having the occassional bad decision is something that happens. This eventually lead to my characters death in an explosion, i think it was, and the dm storming out of the room in tears because i had somehow ruined the game. After a minute or so of silence, i packed up my stuff and told the other 3 or 4 players i would see them later. The dm was apparently surprised that i left for some reason. oh, and the dm was a guy a knew that was a few years older then myself.
Ok, i play casual magic sometimes, its a nice fast timekill and i like the art they use for some of the stuff. So having a spare 10 bucks or so, i went to one of those release events at a local place. And there i finally learned what serious magic people are like, and the awkwardness of meeting people who apparently sold organs to buy cards.
first dude i played was cool, but had with him life counters that were, if i recall directly, jade with gold leaf detailing, and were slightly larger then the top of a can of soda
Next we have this guy, who honestly was a bit scary. he looked a great deal like the people off those "this is what meth use will do to you" posters, dressed like someone who only left his cabin for more sugar and copper tubing, and had thick talon like nails he used to move things around with.
finally there was the dude who apparently sunk a few hundred bucks into each set when it came out so he could netdeck the best stuff, and continuously tried to talk to everyone about how he only slept every 3rd day or so, and that when he tried to sleep his mom would wake him out of fear he was in a coma
oh, and there was the token little kid who wandered around telling people how they should play and generally being a nuance
so yea, i stay away from magic events these days.
finally, there was a gaming club i went to for a few years. There was a guy there, who made it kind of awkward for everyone. the guy was a balding neckbeard of 20 or so years, to showed up to play board games and magic. Every meeting he showed up to, he would inevitably starting talking, and while he might start off ok, he always drifted off into areas not appropriate. an example being that one of the rather attractive girls that sometimes showed up excused herself from the game she was in to visit the restroom- as she walked out he began speaking about how "hot" that was- the restroom visit, not the leaving the game
One day i eventually just stopped mid game and told him that almost everything he says is crap. sadly, i think the gaming group is pretty much dead, and he's one of the reasons.
but, i've yet to have bad times with warhammer-woooo
When I was first started playing I had the misfortune to land in a bad store. Stayed there longer than I should have because of deep discounts, but ended up leaving after the owner revealed his true assmastery. When I first got "relearned" by some cool folks at me first real 40k related FLGS, I had one guy really taking the time, yknow? These guys realized that I had been taught by neck beards, and since I showed a true desire to learn how to play they really unscrewed my rules blues. Anyway, during one game this one dude in particular showed me a really terrile mistake I'd made, real dumb. I lost the plot for just a second, and smacked my hand on the table. His wraithlord, which had admittedly been poorly assembled, clattered to pieces. I. Was. MORTIFIED. I have rarely ever embarassed myself like that in public w/o having had a lot of booze.
Gwar! wrote:@Grunt13: I know that feeling all too well. The way I would have dealt with that is ask for a rematch and trounce him and say "See, I went easy on you, so STFU now"
Thanks for the support, but another game with him would have been a nightmare at least for that night. My sole desire was that he would leave so I could sleep. I slaughtered him regularly afterwards in future games. The game itself was actually quite entertaining in a tense challenging sort of way. It was just a bummer that after exposing my army to a gritty turkey shoot the outcome rest solely in a single die roll. Listening to the boasts was really salting the wound. What really gets me its that there would be no way he could take his own medicine. If he was losing and I was jumping with excitement and spewing self-praise he would storm out, if I was losing and spouting surly woe is me nonsense he wouldn't be able to stomach it, and if he would never agree to play a game which was geared against him in even in the slightest way.
One thing to note was that at that time I had such a win record with my dark eldar I ended up eventually retiring them, both for the challenge of another army and my consideration of my opponents. I could see how eventually defeating me was a source of pride of him and I should have let him have his moment without comment.
swordguy wrote:
(Said GM is no longer involved in any way in HoR and is banned from GenCon - it's good to know the GenCon organizers socially...)
Yay.
Your story made my stomach turn.
Mine too, I don't even know you or your wife or the guy but even I wanted to beat the crap out of him reading that. You don't talk crap like that to a guy's wife, especially if the guy is standing right there. Seriously, who the hell did he think he was?
Didnt impress me either, people like that are a waste of space in my oinion. no manners.
And i think you could change that to you don't talk to anyone like that, unless they had given you a very good reaon to. and even then its very disrespectful. Hope Karma finds his dues for him.
If I were you I probably would have done worse than just bash his face in, he would probably be unconscious when I would be done with him... What a sicko some people can be seriously he should go get tested for mental retardedness...
Well, the right, wrong, or karma of the guys actions can't really be argued. Sounds like karma went and bit him, although who's to say if it really bit him hard enough? Bet I know someone who thinks not.
Really, though, beyond the Internet Toughguy posturing (admittedly, I'd be pretty fething pissed and ready to work on it); what the hell was this guy thinking? WHat possible aim was he trying to serve? I'm really drawing a blank.
My akward gaming moment [well more frustrating than akward] would be this...
At my local GW store they were holding their usual 'big games' for the weekend. Since apocalipse had come out recently they put it to use and everybody got to use anything and everything. Good vs Evil with 3 objectives, 1 on each table. I was at the end of one playing with my Nids. Opposite me was what looked like a 10yr old kid who thought he was a 'super star gamer'. He only brought 1 vindicator and a razorback so he asked the staff if he could borrow more. When he saw that they had an extra 4 he took them.
So we set up and he noticed that i was opposite with my army. He thought he'd look really tough if he took down my Carnifix, Hive Tyrant with 1 guard and 2 squads of genestealers with his 5 vindicators and razorback [with las cannons by the way]. In the 2nd turn i managed to get into assult with his vindicators and destroyed 2 within that turn. On the third turn he fired and blew up his own vindicator [and ovcourse blamed me] and in combat I destroyed the 2 remaining vindicators and his razorback.
After that i laughed hard [it was maybe a bit cruel but come on he was a punk ass 10 year old wanna-be gamer]. He then stormed around to my side of the table, took a big swing and kicked me 3 times repeatedly [it wasnt hard cause he was 10 but come on it was extreamly innapropreate and poor sportsmanship]. The GW staff didnt seem to notice or care. I really wanted to give the kid a good knee to the face but i didnt want to be banned from my local GW store so i just stood there and took it. Eventually he walked off and left the store [thankfully].
grizgrin wrote:Well, the right, wrong, or karma of the guys actions can't really be argued. Sounds like karma went and bit him, although who's to say if it really bit him hard enough? Bet I know someone who thinks not.
Really, though, beyond the Internet Toughguy posturing (admittedly, I'd be pretty fething pissed and ready to work on it); what the hell was this guy thinking? WHat possible aim was he trying to serve? I'm really drawing a blank.
I honestly think he gets delight from shock factor and has gotten so used to saying what he thinks outloud and not being beatup due to not having picked the wrong person to say it to has lost grasp on what is appropriate and what is downright rude.
Either that or he does not care and see's females like some 80's pimp in a movie which he thinks is awesome and thus acts like it.
Eitherway hes a tool, and personaly a little more karma in the form of him mouthing off at some guys girlfriend who happens to be a boxer would be nice for his learning curve.
Bugsfromhell wrote:
He then stormed around to my side of the table, took a big swing and kicked me 3 times repeatedly [it wasnt hard cause he was 10 but come on it was extreamly innapropreate and poor sportsmanship]. The GW staff didnt seem to notice or care. I really wanted to give the kid a good knee to the face but i didnt want to be banned from my local GW store so i just stood there and took it. Eventually he walked off and left the store [thankfully].
This would have been very tough to deal with, on one hand letting him kick you is not right and you shouldnt have let him, even stepping out of the way, as much as i'd like to have said pushing him not hard away would be nice it could end up with a very bad situation. But he kids should know better and personally his parents should beat him for acting like that. No excuse him thinking he can do that.
Ive had many cases of "Super star gamer" brandished in my face but I ignore and just play I win I win I lose I lose its not going down on any CV after all I just love playing.
The reason why I no longer play at my local GW is the amount of winner takes all players it just does my head right in mainly Tournament junkies.
I am hopefull that our youngest son (who is 11) is learning how to win and loose better then some. He goes up to senior school a tthe end of this year where they have a gamming club, I just HOPE he learns from the games he plays with us and treats the older players appropriatly!
Win or Loose, the GAME is the thing.
I remember many moons ago demonstrating Space Hulk to a new guy, I was county champ (having won the local tournament) and was known as bad ass, but I always demonstrate by playing nice.... this one game however the dice gods left me! 7 sets of over watch roles, not one kill and 3 jams later, I'd lost half my force..... Much hard playing latter I scrapped a draw! The guy enjoyed it and I think baught the game right away, I was a little embarrassed... but al this time later, I still remember it fondly as a VERY hard fought game!
Most annoying people we have around here are the kind who walk up to you, ask you what army you play and then proceed to go through very long lengths to verbally assert their army (not yours!) is the best army in the game, EVAR. I always try to be polite with these people, hoping that they would go away or find someone else to annoy. My brother, being less patient and less polite, told one guy in particular to feth off and cry himself to sleep as he always does.
At my college's club there was a really wierd guy. He become known as "Scary Bloke" to me and the other guys that joined that year.
The members that had been around longer knew that his name was Richard. We later learned that they called him "Scary Richard".
The awkward part was that he was a really nice guy. Always a good sportsman, if not a good player. Owned at least 2000 points of every 40K army - all painted (badly but still painted). Always had a typed army list and explained what he was doing as he did it (often with sound effects).
He was just so incredibly socially inept that it was painful to be around him and the club was his one and only social outlet.
one of the oddest moments i remember is when i was first introduced to Vampire the Mascarade RPG. there were 2 male roomates that always played RPGs together, the one was playing the character of a young boyish vampire and the other's was in love with him. I never knew if he was really good at RPing or just coming out of the closet. Nonetheless i was scared.
We were playing a big team game of Axis and Allies minis a few months ago. We had divided up into teams and I was with a guy who is an old school 40k player and generally an ok guy. I had played maybe two games beforehand so I was still pretty green. We were the defenders so we were placing our units first. I began to place my soldiers and tanks in a way that I thought would be beneficial. After every, and I mean every, placement he would ask me why I was putting them there. He would then suggest that I place them elsewhere. This went on for 15 minutes. I finally just said that I wouldn't be able to stay and had another guy jump in for me. I was getting so frustrated. It was a team game, not a one guy takes control of everything game.
I stayed and watched the game for a few turns. If he would have left probably half the units where I put them then they would have had a lot easier time dealing with several forces.
I stayed and watched the game for a few turns. If he would have left probably half the units where I put them then they would have had a lot easier time dealing with several forces.
It's amazing to me how stubborn some people are.
Now, it would have been priceless if, when every unit was forced back or destroyed, you said.. "Man if only you'd left my stuff alone, you be winning now.. )Then all of the starts would have lined up.
Scott-S6 wrote:At my college's club there was a really wierd guy. He become known as "Scary Bloke" to me and the other guys that joined that year.
The members that had been around longer knew that his name was Richard. We later learned that they called him "Scary Richard".
The awkward part was that he was a really nice guy. Always a good sportsman, if not a good player. Owned at least 2000 points of every 40K army - all painted (badly but still painted). Always had a typed army list and explained what he was doing as he did it (often with sound effects).
He was just so incredibly socially inept that it was painful to be around him and the club was his one and only social outlet.
Apparently he went into accountancy.....
Yea I knew a dude like that had a 22,000 point Space Marine army painted really badly he was 46years old lived with his mum made sound effects after every shot and chose what company he would field in every game we had.
but the point was during the Armageddon 3 campaign we got this story running where his commander and my chaos lord became bitter enemies and to be honest for all his quirks and eccentricities he was a bloody good Warhammer 40k buddy when you play with light hearted good fair players its a bloody good experience.
My regular opponent now (who is only 9 years old) gels well with our gaming group and all those decent Warhammer 40k moments such as heroic charges,last stands, one on one character combat are all coming back just makes me wanna play more!.
Roll on the August Apocolypse Ichar 4 campaign opener I have planned!! its gonna rock!
BOSS_PIMPALOTZ wrote:so I pose the question why is it one side you can have excellent sportsmen of all ages and then on the other you have these idiots who cant and wont accept losing at a game which in essentiality involves pushing little Toy Soldiers around
My Nephew still has a problem with losing hes 13 years old and can get qute arsey about not winning but my brother has brought him up with this winning is everything attitude even at civil things like snap yes SNAP
Jon Garrett wrote:I got irked a while back when we were playing a game with some house rules. It was 1500 My opponent basically put all his points into Calgar, a Captain, a Chaplain (Wait, what?) and a squad of ten terminators. The rest of his army was admittedly tooled up Tactical Squads and I think a devastator squad.
There was a rule which allowed each of us to take control of an enemy unit for a turn. Before the game he tried convincing the guy at the store that Calgar was immunune to the take command rulem but this was denied. In the shooting phase he grabbed my Vindicator, used it to blast me and then turned it around so it's rear armour could get it hit and killed...and it was. Fair enough, although I did point out that usually you can't fire and then move but since it could have fired at the squad it did if it had moved first I let him off.
I start my go. I notice he has three HQ's and ask if one of the models is a stand in. He tells me no. I basically go what? But I say, 'What the hell, it's just for fun right? let's keeo going.' I get to my shooting phase and suddenly hear, 'Oh, you know you can only use that special rule if you announce it at the start, right?'
...wait, so let me get this straight. I allow you to use an extra HQ. I don't mind you not only doing the same thing, but moving the vehicle afterwards, in the shooting phase, so you can have a better shot at it because. And suddenly strick adherence to the rules are what matters, right?
Oi. I was so tempted to end my go there and then announce, at the start of his turn, that I was taking control of Calgar since the rules mentioned nothing about which player's turn and I suspect the guy running the show would have supported me, but eh. I just quit. Did not wanna play wit someone who was clearly so obsessed with winning. So I muttered about my plan not working anymore and packed up.
My temper was fairly short though...early that day I'd played a 300 pts game against a Tyranid player and without number, who insisted his Warrior squad HQ could lead three different sqauds each but you had to kill them all to earn any kill points. Because it works like that for Guard.
And at this point I resolved never to play 40k on days when there were anyone under the age of 16 playing. Although in fairness there was a couple of really nice little guys there, and one kid had a Guard army that puts mine to shame in terms of painting. So the day wasn't a whole loss.
Deff Dread red Edition wrote:My worst moment was when my friend(well my sort of friend he is a little b... well I won't say in good company)he and I squared off against his buddies Nids(the nids way out numbered us)and after turn one he left leaving me with the tactical squad from the assualt on maccrage and nothing more.I held up for three turns until the other guy started claiming that his nids had the power to come alive again after a certain amount of turns(I dont know if they can I have never played nids myself)but he was using the rules from the necron codex,and it degenrated into a shouting match with my friend whom had left the room after turn one charging in and shouting that the nid player was right.I then quit the game,the rest of the afternoon I was tormented by the other two guys for being a whimp,until I socked one of them in the stomach with a TV remote,aaah violence is there anything you can't do?
What the friggin f**k do you guys play with such messed-up rules for to eve begin with? O_o
My Nephew still has a problem with losing hes 13 years old and can get qute arsey about not winning but my brother has brought him up with this winning is everything attitude even at civil things like snap yes SNAP
The Britishness is strong with this one... Or in other words, what's snap?
My Nephew still has a problem with losing hes 13 years old and can get qute arsey about not winning but my brother has brought him up with this winning is everything attitude even at civil things like snap yes SNAP
Well, dad sounds a bit off but as far as the kid; he's 13. I could cut him some slack, unless he was just completely losing the plot.
I only played at our LFGS a few times before I started noticing jerks. Luckily, I kept my mouth shut or I would have been the source for a lot of other people's awkward moments..
The "leader" of our group has a 4X6 table with folding legs he built himself (well, he bought the plywood and mounted some folding table legs he scavenged from the landfill he works at). He left it at the gaming store for other people to use since we only gathered once a month to play. The store owner was cool, he let us play all we wanted, but he never got around to carrying any GW stuff at all, we would buy comics here and there.
We would get there at opening and set up our table and the clicky people and Magic people would show up a few hours later. We closed the store sometimes, with Apocalypse. Sometimes we had two tables running, where we uses one of the store's extra tables.
The clicky guys would come in and look at our battle and say,"Awesome! 40K is the shiite, but I can't afford it and don't have the skill to paint like that. I build my armies for [insert obnoxious painted plastic craptastic clicky game]" Then they would start their game on the other side of the store and complain about those a-holes taking up so much room with 40K. Et tu, Dufus? (My thoughts were,"Dude, you don't build crap. You buy a box and open it, and bam, there's your army. We literally build our armies with glue and paint."
When I saw a late teenager have a hissy fit and literally throw his miniatures into his case and stalk off because a clickie tournament was canceled because someone forgot the game timer, I felt awkward. They had the tourney after he left, because the timer was to keep HIM in line. When he left, it was game on.
Then I saw a guy in his late 20's have a hissy fit when his dad came in to pick him up. "Son, it's time to go. We said you could stay here an hour, we have got to go home. Our shopping is done.""But Daaaad!"That happened more than once with a few guys..I ended up chatting with a customer about it at my work who was a gamer. We both agreed that guys like that were losers. Then his dad walked up and said,"Are you ready, son? We're done here, so we're ready to go to another mall." He said,"Okay. See you at the comic book store, sometime." Dang.
wittzo wrote: We both agreed that guys like that were losers. Then his dad walked up and said,"Are you ready, son? We're done here, so we're ready to go to another mall." He said,"Okay. See you at the comic book store, sometime." Dang.
damn, that brought tears to my eyes...priceless!
Like the time in the old GW store a guy was commenting on how badly my buddies hands shook as he painted.. "damn Dude, were you dropped on your head as a baby or something?" To which my buddy replied "Why yes, yes I was..." [insert cricket sounds here] I said "Wow, I bet yo ufeel like a real Jackass now, huh?" That's me, always the Diplomat.
halonachos wrote:I was about 17 when I was playing a game against a chaos guy sporting nurgle. He was dominating my IG. I tried to keep my rules in check, but at one point I moved my leman russ, fired the battlecannon and rolled only one dice for scatter. I got a direct hit so I didn't think it mattered, but apparantly it did. The guy kept telling me that I was cheating and that I needed to reroll two dice and my scatter. I kept saying that it landed dead on anyways so why should it matter, but he kept calling me a cheater and telling me to reroll. I eventually rerolled and it scattered off, killing only one of his plague marines. He laughed and said "See, that's how it should've been", I was mad and kindly said "Screw you, you're an @$$ and I don't want to play anymore with you." He called me several words and told me that I was mad because I was cheating.
What?!? That guy was a jerk. We roll the scatter die by itself a lot of times to see if we need to bother rolling the d6's or keep from knocking over figures with the dice. If there's a direct hit on the arrow die, it's a direct hit. I would have taken a d6 and rolled it to make him happy, but the other two dice wouldn't have left the table.
We played with a guy that rolled all of his twin-linked "to hit" rolls together because that's what his friends did to save time. It makes sense, if you roll a d6 and it's a miss, you roll the die again if you roll 2d6 and one's a hit and the other's not, you assume the miss was the first roll. It's not hard to figure out, unless you're shooting a Predator with TLLC's and LC's on the side, then you need two red and two white dice to tell the shots apart.
I played once with a guy that kept rolling his dice without declaring what die went with what shot or armor save and we would have to correct him two or three times and make him re-roll every time.
wittzo wrote:I only played at our LFGS a few times before I started noticing jerks. Luckily, I kept my mouth shut or I would have been the source for a lot of other people's awkward moments..
The "leader" of our group has a 4X6 table with folding legs he built himself (well, he bought the plywood and mounted some folding table legs he scavenged from the landfill he works at). He left it at the gaming store for other people to use since we only gathered once a month to play. The store owner was cool, he let us play all we wanted, but he never got around to carrying any GW stuff at all, we would buy comics here and there.
We would get there at opening and set up our table and the clicky people and Magic people would show up a few hours later. We closed the store sometimes, with Apocalypse. Sometimes we had two tables running, where we uses one of the store's extra tables.
The clicky guys would come in and look at our battle and say,"Awesome! 40K is the shiite, but I can't afford it and don't have the skill to paint like that. I build my armies for [insert obnoxious painted plastic craptastic clicky game]" Then they would start their game on the other side of the store and complain about those a-holes taking up so much room with 40K. Et tu, Dufus? (My thoughts were,"Dude, you don't build crap. You buy a box and open it, and bam, there's your army. We literally build our armies with glue and paint."
When I saw a late teenager have a hissy fit and literally throw his miniatures into his case and stalk off because a clickie tournament was canceled because someone forgot the game timer, I felt awkward. They had the tourney after he left, because the timer was to keep HIM in line. When he left, it was game on.
Then I saw a guy in his late 20's have a hissy fit when his dad came in to pick him up. "Son, it's time to go. We said you could stay here an hour, we have got to go home. Our shopping is done.""But Daaaad!"That happened more than once with a few guys..I ended up chatting with a customer about it at my work who was a gamer. We both agreed that guys like that were losers. Then his dad walked up and said,"Are you ready, son? We're done here, so we're ready to go to another mall." He said,"Okay. See you at the comic book store, sometime." Dang.
While I certainly agree that people shouldn't be two-faced, could you get off of your elitist high horse just because someone else enjoys a different hobby than you? Our hobby is not better because we spend more money on it, assemble and paint our own miniatures. It's just different, imagine that.
As for mocking people that've taken the pipe from life, perhaps it's deserved, but without knowing the whys of it I'm not going to assume someone's a deliberate feth up. One of my best friends lost his job and had to move back in with his parents, lost his car too and has to depend on them and us to get him to games and to his new job and wherever else. So really, if you don't know the why to it, try not to mock someone else. Though I've certainly been guilty of it myself at times.
But yes, just had to say that, and back to the hilarious horror stories!
Nurgleboy77 wrote:Hmm... played plenty of "kids" (Big and little) and have enjoyed some and hated some.
My most akward gaming moment was at the Chicago GT in 2005. It was my first big tourney and I had fun (whilst getting it handed to me for 2 days!).
At one point I was playing a guy and had to take an "All on his own" check. Now, at my FLGS we have a running gag that we sing a bit of "All By Myself" when rolling for this. It's just kinda habit....halfway through my solo I realize I'm in a room of 200 or so gamers I don't know, singing forlorn 80s love songs to my opponent (loudly!)!
I took a hiatus from 40K, but I played with my sons when they stopped trying to eat the miniatures, so I was used to entertaining wee folk. I started playing at our FLGS and people would laugh when it was my turn. I kept making vroom, vroom noises when I moved my Ravenwing and my tanks. My group was used to it, they played at my house. The most embarrassing time was when I was at an all you could eat buffet and I realized that it was one of the servers laughing at me. I was making steam shovel noises as I loaded his plate, thinking he was next to me.
Went out on a date with a single mom once. When our food arrived, she started cutting my steak up for me, then realized what she was doing. I thought it was hysterical and sweet if a bit absent minded, she was mortified.
While I certainly agree that people shouldn't be two-faced, could you get off of your elitist high horse just because someone else enjoys a different hobby than you? Our hobby is not better because we spend more money on it, assemble and paint our own miniatures. It's just different, imagine that.
As for mocking people that've taken the pipe from life, perhaps it's deserved, but without knowing the whys of it I'm not going to assume someone's a deliberate feth up. One of my best friends lost his job and had to move back in with his parents, lost his car too and has to depend on them and us to get him to games and to his new job and wherever else. So really, if you don't know the why to it, try not to mock someone else. Though I've certainly been guilty of it myself at times.
But yes, just had to say that, and back to the hilarious horror stories!
I'm sorry, did I forget to mention that it was the same guy complementing 40K that bitched about us taking up so much room? He then he asked us if he could borrow my friend's 4X6 table when we were done. We said, sure. He didn't realize that it was physically our table and not the store's.
The guys I'm mocking I observed did this week after week, they weren't on hard times, they were acting like spoiled brats in public when they were old enough to act better, I thought that was what this thread was about? I don't care who they are, but a normal person doesn't stomp their feet at their parents after the age of five. I wasn't mocking them for not having a car, I was mocking grown "men" acting like five year olds in front of their peers. If I were not as Asgardian under Loggia, I would be sorry for the confusion I caused.
This can be awkward, annoying, or awesome depending on the situation.
Or scary... if she's a 300 pound goth girl.
GG
Or a 300 pound wife. Ugh. Memories...
I got off really early at the plant one day and my (soon to be ex) wife was all hormonal from having twins and stuff. I decided to stop in at my FLGS on the way home. I was there for literally 5 minutes when she pulled up, slammed on the brakes in front of the store and stomped in and yelled at me to get my ass home to help with the boys. Teh store owner even vouched for me saying I was there for five minutes. She gave him a "Go to Hell" look and he backed up behind the counter. How the heck did she know I was off early and how the heck did she know I was there? Luckily it was just me and the store owner. He told me later that he had never seen anything like it in his life. On game days, a lot of guys would get calls at the store from their SO's and he would tell them that Joe wasn't there. When they hang up, he would yell,"Joe, your wife is looking for you. I told her you weren't here."
chromedog wrote:Last time I played an 11-13 year old it ended in tears.
Man, that brings back memories.
When I was back in Michigan, we had one great little kid who was an absolute pleasure to interact with. Really nice.
Now I remember... I was walking to the back of our FLGS where we were playing a 40K tourney and I saw the most perfect ass I've ever seen on a girl (not that I've checked out guys on purpose, that's another awkward moment, doh!) So anyway, she turned around and it was my first DM's daughter. I remembered when she was in diapers and I felt the years pile on. I started talking to her and asked where she was going to school, and she was going to my old high school. I said,"Wow! I graduated there in '88." She said,"I was born in '88." Ugh. Then a dude that just stomped me into the ground in the tourney turned around and said,"Hey, Mr. Witt, I was born in '88, too!" Ugh Ugh.
This hobby does attract a lot of people who struggle to function in normal society!
I gave up teaching some guys the game because they start playing with my miniatures like they're toy soldiers, slamming them together. My kids and most of my friends kids ask before they touch and they treat them gingerly.
They are my best friend from high school's sons, 24 and 16. I knew it was going to be bad when they found my sons' Star Wars figures and put them on the table to play with..Lord forbid if they get ahold of the Lego guns. I was stuck with them, their mom dropped them off at the mall for me to pick them up before I could make up an excuse. Kids today...
artyboy wrote:
Another time I was playing an IG guy. I was wearing a long sleeved shirt and was picking up some dead burna boys that were in combat with a sentinel. My shirt caught the gun of the sentinel and it ended up hitting the floor. It was well painted, too :(.
I built my gaming table making sure my belly wouldn't sweep any more of my friend's miniatures to their doom. Dang Sentinels don't bounce well off of concrete..
We were playing at the FLGS one time. We didn't have enough room for our reserves, I had my Ravenwing Bike Squad in a lid of a box, next to the door where I thought they would be safe from passersby. The asst mgr of the store suddenly rushed to the door and leaned out to see if the pizza arrived. As he leaned out, his shoe swept my bike squad and broke two of the guys apart at the torso and the handlebar parts and bolters go flying. I tried my best to put him at ease, it's just paint and plastic and easy to fix. It was foolish on my part. We figured out a much safer location. It took less than five to glue them back together. I reminded him he could still play with us, if he was interested.
Deathklaat wrote:My gaming group had it's first Apoc game recently and 2vs3 and while there were some bumps in the coordinating everything started off fine. Untill the 3rd player showed up, without his list or his codex. This game was organized more than a MONTH in advance.
Trying to speed the game up we started to resolve shooting based on which opponent army we were shooting at instead of having each person on a team of 3 go one at a time. while my other teamate and i are resolving shooting, our 3rd teammate (player from first line) is making shooting noises for a good 5-10 min.
The first Apoc game I hosted at my house didn't go too well for me. I built leaves at the ends of my table so it's now 4X8, we're working on some leaves to put on top to make it 6X8 or 8X10, but at the time we played 4 X 8 diagonally. I had 3000 pts of Orks and my partner had 3000 pts of Tau. It's hard to place 3000 points of Orks in a tight corner as it was, his tanks were taking up a lot of room and they were haphazardly set up. I bought and built shelving units for the guys' army cases and stuff to keep them out of the way. I thought my partner's Tau were deployed, so I put my Orks wherever I could fit them. It turned out that he was too lazy to put his tau ships on the shelves until it was his turn to deploy, so he just plopped them on the table in our zone. It made it hard for me to figure out where to put my stuff and space it and check LOS from my deployment zone. Communication is a key, but he does it to everyone he's partnered with and everyone else gives him both barrels about it. It's very diheartening when the 10" pie plate lands on your Green Tide and kills half of them, especially if you had a chance to space them out so it wouldn't have hit half as many if you had the room for it. Phantom skimmers were deployed on either side, we ran out of time before I could correct it.
Nurgleboy77 wrote:
Like the time in the old GW store a guy was commenting on how badly my buddies hands shook as he painted.. "damn Dude, were you dropped on your head as a baby or something?" To which my buddy replied "Why yes, yes I was..." [insert cricket sounds here] I said "Wow, I bet yo ufeel like a real Jackass now, huh?" That's me, always the Diplomat.
One day I came in to the store I worked at wearing a suit, I had to sign some paperwork for a non-sick day. The store mgr and a couple other guys were huddled around. My asst. mgr. said,"Look at you, you coming home from a funeral?" with a big grin on his face. I said,"Actually, yes. My wife's grandfather's. I have to fill in the request off for his funeral."
One of my buddies hands shook really bad from being an alky. He was actually in better health than I was, but we made fun of each other all the time because he was ten years older than me. One day I saw something neat and I couldn't resist showing it to him. It was one of those squiggle pens. I told him he needed that so the pen would cancel out his hands shaking so it would clear up his writing. Friends can be pretty awesome..
He broke up our D&D group by drinking too much at games and telling the DM's wife to get out of their own houseafter he found out his wife cheated on him with our DM. Two marriages killed with one shot.
By the way, I didn't mean to hog this thread, I just found a lot of comments that I could reply to.
In high school I played sports and after practice I had to wait for one of my parents to pick me up on their way home from work. Well there were a lot of people who played vampire the masquerade in my school and I would go and hang out with them. My school allowed the vampires to take over an entire wing after hours. I feel at this moment that many of these people lived and breathed this game; faces paled with makeup, fake expensive fangs, some dressed in 18th century attire, lots of trench coats, etc. Well, my friend and I go and hang out with them and are often incorporated into the game, mostly as hapless human as a walking talking background or something the vamps to stalk and prey upon. I know it seemed like a raw deal for me, but it allowed me hang out and make small talk with people, plus they had punch and cookies. (I'm probably not the only person ever lured into the dark places with the offer of cookies and punch)
I would like to point out that I really didn’t and still don’t know much about the game. Only that the confrontations between players (fighting) are determined by rock, paper, scissors; as a human I didn’t get any kind of save against a vamp, they would just kill me whenever I was alone and I would immediately respawn as another hapless human, they didn’t attack if I was in a crowd so I just hung out in the bar/English classroom with the group. A big part of the game was character development and social networking, so there was a lot of conversing in character – but I was a normal human living in the modern times so it was just basically just small talk for me. The game was controlled by some wandering arbitrators who would explain to the players what all the non-player characters where doing.
Apparently there was the new ruling that all servant characters must be played by real people, you couldn’t use imagery ghoul servants in the game anymore. This led to a run on hapless wander-ins like my friend and myself. One vamp that modeled himself as a James Bond villain/corporate mastermind character snatched us up and made us his ghoul henchman, my friend was Mister Pink and I was Mister Blue. Our Master was one of the serious players wore a business suit and tie, and had a stuffed toy cat which he would stroke while giving us directions like a cliché villain. Anyway this was apparently important day for him as he was attempting some evil villain thing with bunch of human villains/fat cats that had no idea he was a vampire. He had an arbitrator and a classroom as his business office all to himself as he was making some major moves in the game.
He showed us how to shoot people, put your fingers at someone and say "mental-physical challenge I am shooting you" – then you play rock, paper, scissors. While he was doing his meeting thing, Mr. Pink and I wandered around to establish our presence in the game. We walk into an alley where an arbitrator tells us that there is a homeless woman pushing a shopping cart. I look at Mr. Pink and recommend we do something nice for our master.
So our master’s board meeting is interrupted by two ghouls entering the room and proudly declaring, “Master we brought you’re your dinner” while pushing a shopping cart carrying an unconscious woman. He turned pale, well paler, and order us to get out, take the woman with us and guard the door to his building to get us out of his hair and prevent further interruptions; his exact words where “kill anyone who tries to enter”. The two arbitrators are struggling not to burst with laughter. Apperently a big part of the game is to conceal the reality of vampires from the public.
We send the cart and woman down the street with a hearty push and take up our post guarding our masters building. So Mr. Pink and I are standing by the door for a few minutes before I start to get bored. I look over to Mr. Pink and start the following script:
Scene 1
Me/Mr. Blue: “ Did you just try to get in?”
Mr. Pink: “Uh….What?”
Mr. Blue: “Mental- Physical challenge, I am shooting you.”
Mr. Blue guns down Mr. Pink
Scene 2
Door to crowded boardroom opens Mr. Blue carries the slack body of My Pink in an underarm carry into the boardroom.
Mr. Blue in obvious duress: “Master! Mr. Pink try to enter the door and I had to kill him!”
To this day I don’t the full measure of damage I did to this poor guys game, all I know is after that day no one has asked my friend or I to play as one of their servants. I really can’t express to you how discomforted our master was by our antics. It was kind of weird watching him being embarrassed in front of a room of imagery businessmen. He really lived his character.
grizgrin wrote:That is just SO full of hate. I love it!
I have another one not as funny though:
I picked up a little more of the rules and now know basic functions like combat and defense. I tell an arbitrator that I want to be a human thug he takes 10 seconds to scribble some stats form me on a card – I don’t know what the numbers mean, but I am armed with a lead pipe. My goal is assault and rob, its pay back time. I walking behind a vamp and take a swing at his skull with the pipe and he goes down like a sack of heavy stuff. Two more unnecessary hits to his head and a kick to his spine later and I am helping myself the contents of his wallet – I left him unconscious in the alley. One thing in the game is that characters are not immediately recognizable as what they really are; someone could be a vampire, werewolf, ghoul, or something else. It was speculated at the time that there was a secret agenda to the attack due to typical cloak and dagger nature of the game. No one would ever imagine a “player” choosing to be human, let alone picking fights with vampires and pummeling them for pocket change. But, I was just playing my character as an overly aggressive mugger who was completely ignorant of vampires.
My initial luck was amazing I smack one vamp in the face and chased him into an alley, he escaped by using some stealth technique and I wander off looking for more victims. I spent a good amount of time hunting vamps, they used they stealth skills or speed skills to evade me. Everyone in the game was either running or hiding from me. One vampire (first victim) tried to ambush me and got a pipe to the teeth for the effort. He ran away and I chased after him into a vampire bar/English class. I begin a royal beat down on the poor schmuck in a room full of vampires. One of them had a sniffing power or something and asked me what I was, I replied human, and continued to give my victim a taste of pipe. At which point I was dog piled by half a dozen vampires one had a nasty power which melted my face so the majority of my skin that used to be on my skull now rested on my shoulders like the floppy jowls of a bull dog. They finish up by beating me to death.
It does not end there, however, one vampire who witnessed this scene belong to a disease ugly vampire sect that is outcast from the other pretty vampires. He dragged my corpse into the sewer and turned me into a vampire. Leaving a mound of dead rats for me when I waken he leaves. My character now belongs to the rotting vampire group in addition to having a melted face. My character arises drains the rats and pulls out a piece of expose pipe. What’s worst than getting hit in the face with a lead pipe? Getting hit in the face with a lead pipe that was pulled out of the sewer powered by the enhanced strength of a vampire.
Pipe swung by human? Bonk. Ex-sewer pipe swung by vampire? Bonk! Ewwww.
I can't make fun though, I'm a Dagorhir fighter myself. Less of the roleplay, more of the fighting. Actually very little roleplay, and lots of fighting. It's like the SCA, but you don't need to wear full plate armor to avoid broken limbs.
My most awkward Dagorhir moment was when an archer shot an arrow at me and tried to call a hit on my arm when all she hit was the flowing sleeve of my tunic about a foot above my arm (I was in the middle of cleaving some poor Florentine-style guy in twain). Me and the people around me, even a couple of the people on her team, said 'No, you didn't hit, that was a foot over his arm' so she got pissed and shot at nobody but me for nearly five minutes in the big melee until she finally scored a hit on my left hand. Seeing I couldn't use my red (two-handed) sword anymore, she yelled 'Ha ha' and started drawing an arrow to shoot someone else. I dropped my sword, picked up a javelin, yelled 'OY!' and when she turned to look I pinned her right in the face at about 15 feet. What did I say afterward?
'Ha ha.'
Oh I used to Vampire Larp quite often as a 18th century Russian Vampire called Jonas Korbrovorski I had ghouls bitches the works it was quite cool well as cool as it could get for a lonely girlfriendless 18 year old Student with too much time to kill.
We had quite a simliar Human/Vampire incident where a unfortunate human was used as bait by a rather irrate bunch of Lycanthropes turns out one of our guys a bloody Ventrue had been flexing his blue blood muscle by pissing off Werewolves left right and center and that night the said pack of doggies decided to take their revenge.
So we're all doing our bit when doors burst open human stumbles in with a dragonbreath equpt rifle ref calls time freeze and explains whats going on and gives us 10mins to formulate a response well my character decides "oooooooo free meal" and runs to decapitate the foolish human
Little do I know hes really a Werewolf "cheers ref" he Chrinos forms out on me and proceeds to rip and tear my Vampire into a Topor state it took 3 Whips 2 Primogens and a Prince to stop the beasts rampage he ripped through me 4 other vamps 2 ghouls and a innocent bystander.
Rather amusingly the ref goes "the battle spills out into the street" but its 2am noones about (as my vamp is bleeding his vitals out all over the shop) I say to the ref "Yea but people are gonna notice a large animal standing up right using everything at his disposal to smash everyones head in" the ref replies "shut up your on deaths door" good point the werewolf grabbed one vamp and smashed his head through a car engine block all in all a very amusing night I loved LARP.
alas growing up hmmmm cant get away with it now....
wittzo wrote:Now I remember... I was walking to the back of our FLGS where we were playing a 40K tourney and I saw the most perfect ass I've ever seen on a girl (not that I've checked out guys on purpose, that's another awkward moment, doh!) So anyway, she turned around and it was my first DM's daughter. I remembered when she was in diapers and I felt the years pile on. I started talking to her and asked where she was going to school, and she was going to my old high school. I said,"Wow! I graduated there in '88." She said,"I was born in '88." Ugh. Then a dude that just stomped me into the ground in the tourney turned around and said,"Hey, Mr. Witt, I was born in '88, too!" Ugh Ugh.
When I was at college we used to game at a local store owned by one of my friends mum (Sarah was her name, her mum was called Linda, she recently passed away, and will be much missed by her family and friends) Anyway, her other daughter (Jo) was about 10, all knees and elbows, but a good kid and keen to be involved in the gaming....
Few years ago I got back intouch with Sarah and we met up and as Jo is now at Derby University up the road she tagged along.....
She is a genuine stunner.... but it freaked me out cause all I could see was the geeky 10 year old "Kid sister" behind the 20+ year old stunners face and body..... messed with my head I can tell you!
@Wittzo and Druidic: Gaming events can be a pretty good equalizer for different age groups. Maybe because it brings out the child in us all, maybe because it is less about what you do with your "normal" life, and more about what you do with the hobby. It does give me a bit of a strangely mixed feeling of "awww, that's so cute" and "my god, I'm getting old and Alzheimers" when I get beaten by opponents that are younger than my models. But that age equalizer effect also makes it a bit risky to flirt with people at gaming occasions. Last time I hooked up with someone at a larp event, it later turned out that one of the defining moments of my student years, (namely when Curt Cobain shot himself in -94), happened while he was still in diapers. That felt really awkward.
I used to LARP vampire some years ago…. Actually, MANY years ago … I was a bad ass, good in a fight, aggressive, nasty piece of work with some good connections. I was starting a move for prince when I got my chest mostly ripped out in a werewolf attack. A buddy of mine stitched me back up and I thought nothing much more off it, until I finally made my move, and he detonated the bomb he’d implanted next to my heart! I was FURIOUS! I seriously was just about to loose it, but thankfully I stopped for a moment, and saw past the “Angst” and work I’d put in to the character and the double dealing I’d been doing, and just laughed!
One of my best mates had completely stitched me up a right kipper, and as I’d been so engrossed with my dodgy dealing I’d missed it (and other things) and had been being a right ass about stuff for the better part of a few months… I realised at that point the game had gone too far, I’d got too sucked in, I was FAR to emotionally and psychologically invested and it was messing with my head, so I walked away!
It was beautifully done, I couldn’t argue with it, and once I had five minutes to chill out I actually thanked him, he sort of freed me from a character and game which was affecting my real life in some very negative ways. The very unreal pressure of what I was up to was actually mentally taking over and stopping me enjoying my life let alone the game! I was totally immersed! I learnt from it and don’t get that involved in a game any more… it’s a game and nothing more!
Ok not a gaming moment per se, but inspired by Dawn of War, Soulstorm.
So I'm sitting at work and someone rolls up a bunch of boxes. Someone behind me says "Well we sure do have boxes!" or something equally assinine. I then growl under my breath (But with great verve and passion) while shaking my fists
"METAL BOXES!!"
Only to turn to see that someone was definitely within hearing range and.. is just staring at me. After a few moments of awkward silence they ask if i'll be alright. I feign ignorance...
While I was in middle school a large group of people started playing a role playing game over the computer headed by a single DM. I don’t know how it was worked out, but the DM had many people playing characters but kept their identities concealed from each other. So a lot of people in my social circles were involved in this game, but they did not know the identities of the people they were interacting with, or even if they were interacting with a PC or a NPC. I was completely ignorant of the game despite many of my friends being involved. One day a friend of mine obviously upset approached me and immediately began the following dialog:
Friend: “Did you castrate, murder, and then hang a someone’s naked body from a tree yesterday?”
Me: “……Yesterday you say, no I can honestly say I did not such thing on that day”
Friend: “Do you know anyone who has?”
Me: “…No?”
Apparently many of the players where acting out their most sadistic impulses on each other. Because only the DM knew the real identities an in school witchhunt occurred by many players in attempts to confront their enemies. Stories would circulate about characters that would murder and defile other player’s characters. People would come into school enraged or near weeping. One friend’s character was murdered during his wedding to another character, his bride was also slain and her soul was trap in a jar preventing him from resurrecting her. Knowing the DM, I would not be surprised if he encouraged players to prey on each other.
Anyway the level of hurt feelings this game generated was rather remarkable. People where very angry and did not know which of their classmates were their foes. Despite having nothing to do with this game I was often accused of being an individual who performed heinous crimes on other players (I always thought people considered me as a nice guy). Many people where trying to sniff out who was who in the game an I was not the only person accused – like I said it was a witchhunt. It just created an unpleasant atmosphere amongst my friends.
Ok not a gaming moment per se, but inspired by Dawn of War, Soulstorm.
So I'm sitting at work and someone rolls up a bunch of boxes. Someone behind me says "Well we sure do have boxes!" or something equally assinine. I then growl under my breath (But with great verve and passion) while shaking my fists
"METAL BOXES!!"
Only to turn to see that someone was definitely within hearing range and.. is just staring at me. After a few moments of awkward silence they ask if i'll be alright. I feign ignorance...
Gwar! wrote:
*Devided by Zero image.*
Sorry, couldn't resist
I passed that house every time I went to my friends house, it's in Houston, TX on the way to Hermann park from the Heights.
Edit:Located on Montrose Boulevard, Art League Houston called this work Inversion: A House Installation by Dan Havel and Dean Ruck. This building was demolished in 2006 to make room for a new Art League building.
What the friggin f**k do you guys play with such messed-up rules for to eve begin with? O_o
In my case it was a two day tournament I got bribed into to going to with the promise of good stuffs. There was a list of special abilities that you rolled for and we both got the 'Move the other guy's crap around' ability.
There's this one guy at my Gaming Club who's just so annoying that im veeeery reluctant to play him.
Firstly, it's his choice of armies... in WHFB he plays Woodelves, correction... he plays Wood without the elves. Usually three treemen, and then treekin and dryads to fill out the points.
Then we have his Empire army, Karl Franz on a dragon, and a gunline of cannons, handgunners, outrunners and hellblasters.
He has an army of skaven aswell, including two giants, as many jezails as possible Quik Headtaker and Deathmaster snickch. :(
In 40k he used to play necrons with three monoliths and a s**tload of destroyers.
Now he plays nids' with max boosted fexes and tyrants... yes i know that the lists are perfectly legal and such but wtf, we are talking friendly games here.
Secondly he's a paragraphrider, always checking stuff up in the rulebook if it's not in his favor and gets cranky when someone else want to check something up.
And finally all his armies are unpainted... and has been so for the last two years.
I just want to bring my GN Grand-Master and slay his fexes with one blow and see how he reacts to the "slain outright rule"
I had a pretty awkward d20 gaming moment that at least ended on an amusing note a few years ago. My fiancee (girlfriend at the time) was among the four girls playing out of eight players. Seeing the unusually high 1:1 ratio of genders, one of the players, whom after much deliberation after the fact was declared a complete gakker, decided it was a great idea to seduce one of the female characters each game night. The GM let him go ahead with this for some reason, but when he got to my girlfriend's character he was exuding far too much smug satisfaction in making her character cheat on me with him. When his dice were rolled to seduce her, though, it turned out he wasn't smooth enough, and she told my character the next morning. When I called him out on it, he immediately decided to challenge me to a duel, with the unsaid idea that he would take her for his own if he killed me.
"As a sorcerer of illusion and charm, I will have you fighting shades that don't exist!" he told me. After I finished melting him into a misshapen organ pile, I told the corpse "Yeah, they taught me how to deal with that in the warmage college." Soon thereafter, his antics broke up the campaign, and he hasn't been allowed into another one since.
Mellon wrote:@Wittzo and Druidic: Gaming events can be a pretty good equalizer for different age groups. Maybe because it brings out the child in us all, maybe because it is less about what you do with your "normal" life, and more about what you do with the hobby. It does give me a bit of a strangely mixed feeling of "awww, that's so cute" and "my god, I'm getting old and Alzheimers" when I get beaten by opponents that are younger than my models. But that age equalizer effect also makes it a bit risky to flirt with people at gaming occasions. Last time I hooked up with someone at a larp event, it later turned out that one of the defining moments of my student years, (namely when Curt Cobain shot himself in -94), happened while he was still in diapers. That felt really awkward.
I met a bunch of younger guys playing and brought them into the fold this last year. We were playing at a Pizza place with a huge party room we had to ourselves all day. He plays Tau, I play Dark Angels. He had just killed my Chaplain in hand to hand with one of his crisis suits and I picked up the figure and said,"Daaak, I..am..your..father! Take my mask off son, so I can see you with my...own..eyes." He then said,"Noooooo!" I sobered up and said,'Yeah, but Dak I am your daddy!" I do that all the time to mess with him.
To all the Vampire LARPers: I heard so many horror stories about people getting sucked into the game, I didn't want anything to do with it. My friends lived in the country near a very small town. If the general populace saw them playing, they would get their ass beat at school or work, so they were very private, playing in the back yard so their neighbors wouldn't see. They told me about one guy who dressed like Crow with a trenchcoat and white facepaint. This guy started acting like a jerk and cheating like crazy. He got pissed and went to his car in full makeup and got a BB gun and started "shooting" the other players, breaking the rules of Vampire as well as basic gun safety; no weapons of any sort are allowed at all, guns are always to be treated as loaded, don't point a gun at something you don't want to destroy. The game fell apart, he wouldn't leave, they forced him to his car, but he kept cocking the pistol and "shooting" them in the front yard and the group broke up. The host was worried someone would call the police if they saw him dressed like the movie character/wrestler shooting a pistol at people and they definitely didn't want that aggravation.
Darkreaver55 wrote:I had a pretty awkward d20 gaming moment that at least ended on an amusing note a few years ago. My fiancee (girlfriend at the time) was among the four girls playing out of eight players. Seeing the unusually high 1:1 ratio of genders, one of the players, whom after much deliberation after the fact was declared a complete gakker, decided it was a great idea to seduce one of the female characters each game night. The GM let him go ahead with this for some reason, but when he got to my girlfriend's character he was exuding far too much smug satisfaction in making her character cheat on me with him. When his dice were rolled to seduce her, though, it turned out he wasn't smooth enough, and she told my character the next morning. When I called him out on it, he immediately decided to challenge me to a duel, with the unsaid idea that he would take her for his own if he killed me.
"As a sorcerer of illusion and charm, I will have you fighting shades that don't exist!" he told me. After I finished melting him into a misshapen organ pile, I told the corpse "Yeah, they taught me how to deal with that in the warmage college." Soon thereafter, his antics broke up the campaign, and he hasn't been allowed into another one since.
Back when my first group was playing AD&D/2nd Edition, M & D were married. T's character had a thing for D's character, so he tried to seduce her all of the time. M worked at a plant, so he got tired and sleepy and sometimes would fall asleep during the roleplaying parts. When that happened, T's character would really put the mack on D's character. Later we figured out that T had a real crush on D, and she crushed back on T...When she got a divorce, T had married someone else by that time, but he thought about D all the time. And then the music starts And These Are the Days of Our Lives....
When we had just started playing D&D, our DM got called by his wife to the bedroom to "fix a shelf" real quick. We started reading the PHB so we could tweak our characters with spells and gear after we rose a level or got gold for the adventure. After waiting about ten minutes or so for him to get back, one of the guys went to the door. He said,"Well, I guess we're done for tonight, they're not fixing shelves." "Well, crap!" So we went to town to find something else to do. Luckily, we didn't hear anything, that would be too gross.
@wittzo - that last one was really funny, thanks for sharing.
That said, you're aware of the multi-quote option, right?
- click on the [""" ] button for each post you want to reply to, then
- click on the [post reply] button
They'll all be there for you to reply to.
I ended up playing a really good friend of mine in the second round of a local RTT. I was playing 'Scars and he had his Nurgle marine army (this is WAYY back in 3rd edition). I went first, hit & wounded almost everything I shot at & he failed alomst every save he had to make. His turn and he either couldn't hit me/wound me or I saved everything. Second turn, went same as the first, except I was in HtH also. By the end of the second turn, he was COMPLETELY tabled - nothing left. I thought he was going to cry. Worst part was the ride home - together. VERY uncomfortable....
wittzo wrote:To all the Vampire LARPers: I heard so many horror stories about people getting sucked into the game, I didn't want anything to do with it. My friends lived in the country near a very small town. If the general populace saw them playing, they would get their ass beat at school or work, so they were very private, playing in the back yard so their neighbors wouldn't see. They told me about one guy who dressed like Crow with a trenchcoat and white facepaint. This guy started acting like a jerk and cheating like crazy. He got pissed and went to his car in full makeup and got a BB gun and started "shooting" the other players, breaking the rules of Vampire as well as basic gun safety; no weapons of any sort are allowed at all, guns are always to be treated as loaded, don't point a gun at something you don't want to destroy. The game fell apart, he wouldn't leave, they forced him to his car, but he kept cocking the pistol and "shooting" them in the front yard and the group broke up. The host was worried someone would call the police if they saw him dressed like the movie character/wrestler shooting a pistol at people and they definitely didn't want that aggravation.
I was bored, fiance was busy, nothing to do. So I finally decided to run up to my somewhat local GW and check out the mega-battles that they run on sundays. Well I get there and it was all 6-12 year olds (I'm 23). It quickly turned from me participating in the battle, to me helping the other with rules, etc. along with the Red-shirt organizing the battle. Overall it wasn't horrible, and the kids actually were pretty well behaved, but some of the questions and actions that happened during the game were just LOL. Some of the questions:
"If my Carnifex has strength 9 and his marine has strength 4, how many attacks do I get?"
"How many terminators can fit in a drop pod?"
"Hey, I forgot to deep strike my units. Can I go ahead and deep strike them now?" (During opponents turn)
..countless "What is the str", "how many attacks", etc. questions.
It didn't bother me too much, mainly since I was so desperately bored beforehand, but also since it kinda gave me a chance to help some of these kids learn the rules better. However, one thing that did bother me, and I'm sure many other people, is when kids want to pick up and touch all your painted stuff that you worked hard on. I'm always worried they are going to drop it or mess it up in some way.
I'll go up there again, but I'm probably going to try to avoid their mega-battles from here on out.
When I was in middle school I went to my local game store to pick up a copy of WD. I met someone I knew and had a nice conversation with them while holding the magazine. I then proceeded to walk out of the store with the magazine. While opening the door I hear a gruff voice say, “Are you going to pay for that?” I froze; it felt like waking up in a room holding a smoking gun with a body on the floor. I apologized and gave the man his coin. He was well humored about it and even made a joke about me missing a necessary step in commerce. It’s good to be a person in good standing and an established customer. Everyone there knew that I was not a shoplifter just forgetful, I would rather be thought of as idle brained than a theft.
Here’s a topper it involves the police and it’s another vamp one.
A group of my friends drive by my house and tell me to get in we’re going laser tagging, and to bring my bunny necklace (long story, but it is a necklace I made out of a stuff bunny as a gag). They said that they wanted it for intimation. We took two cars and the guy I was riding with was not a vampire himself but dated one and had LARP stuff in his car. The first car took off and we headed off ourselves.
While we’re driving my friend decides to gun past one of his buddies house blasting the horn. Two seconds later flashing lights are behind us; we pull off to a shoulder. Two cops approach us and start talking to the driver while my friend reaches for his registration, when he opens the glove box a plastic baggy falls out with some weird residue on it. (Completely innocent guck). The cops take the bag and ask if we have any weapons in the car – we say no, the driver forgot about the LARP stuff he was towing around for his girlfriend.
They take us out of the car and ask us to empty our pockets onto the ground. Out comes the rabbit necklace. The cops flip out and kept going over it with their flashlights. “What is that, what is that!?!” I stated that it was a bunny necklace; they didn’t want to talk me after that. Right now the two cops seem a bit jumpy and nervous, they are keeping their hands on their guns, we were a grimy lot after all. When our driver asked them if they knew the time the officer responded, “I not telling you anything until you explain to me why that guy has a rabbit necklace”, my friend responded “…For intimidation”. After they search us the cops open up the car.
They produce, and I am might be a little off here, seven baseball bats, seven bibles, an excess of duct tape and rope, eyeless hoods, and a starter pistol. At this point the cops are really freaking out and my friends in the first car started to wonder what’s taking us and loops around. My friend in the first car pulls in behind the cops, which really freaks them out. Not that I blame them, this is the part in the movie where the cultist swarm them and tear them to pieces. I don’t remember if the cops pulled their guns or not, but they seemed close to it.
They yell at the second car, you really should not pull up behind a cop with a car full of people. The situation deescalated after we got a chance to plea our case and the cops realized that the necklace was crafted from a toy rabbit not a real one. They took the starter gun and the plastic baggy for testing. They let us go with a warning. We then went laser tagging and I let one of my friends were the necklace at his request.
Ok, so I'm playing a game of Fantasy, 'bout 1,000 points, when all of a sudden my friend (not the HE player) walks up and asks if we're gonna play 40k
I said yes, and eventually I was playing with my friend (Tau) and I (Orks) VS. Space Marines (Dark Angels) and (Black Templar)
The Tau player, though not new, isn't used to playing the game. Therefore, I often gave him some advice. The Dark Angels player goes on ranting that "I'm basically playing the game for the Tau Player"
I took great offense at this. I mean, he rarely plays the game. Besides, it's not like he didn't do anything at all. He often took out key targets (Sword Bretheren, etc.) without my telling him so.
JohnHwangDD wrote:@wittzo - that last one was really funny, thanks for sharing.
That said, you're aware of the multi-quote option, right?
I am now, thank you.. Now I don't look like a hijacker.
Nydhog wrote:
I call shenanigans.
Honest, they still burn people at the stake for playing D&D around here, much less running around pretending to be vampires..Rock, Paper, Satan!
Grunt 13 about creative shopping: I walked out of my accountant's office after he did my taxes a few days ago. We were chitchatting and I forgot to pay for the tax prep. He came to the door as I was getting into my car and asked if I wanted him to send him a bill or what..I told him that I forgot all about it and wrote out a check right there..
Grunt13 and the po-po: Me and some buddies were coming from my friend's apartment to go to another friend's house. We had my NES and a bunch of games and other consoles and a whole lot of stuff. For all intents and purposes, we looked like we were either going to a gaming party (which was a new concept in the early 90's) or we just stole some stuff. A cop pulled us over because Mike bought the car that day and didn't even have a temporary tag. I'm sure if we were of another ethnicity, our systems would have been impounded until we produced receipts. That sort of nonsense still happens.
Back in the late '90's my friend's mom had a real estate office, and there was a lounge in the back where we used to hang out and play video games. I was on post-bootcamp leave from the Navy and we were hanging out there.
We were leaving at about 2 in the morning, with I think a Playstation, an N64, and a TV. A cop pulled up thinking we were stealing a bunch of electronic equipment from a business. They didn't seem like they believed out story, and by the time they finally got ahold of my friend's mom, there were 3 cop cars there, and I was pretty much just joking around and being a smartass with the cops.
Not wargaming, but there used to be “that guy” in my local gaming scene. You know, the creepy guy nobody likes yet has somehow attached himself to your gaming group, the one you have to keep an eye on when women are around. Yeah, that guy. Anyway he wanted to run his own dnd game and starts trying to recruit us, with the line “and my sister is playing a barbarian so good chance of half naked barbarian chick”.
His sister was 14 or 15, we were all in our late 20's early 30's.
Ugh.
Needless to say we declined and he eventually got the hint (in that we flat out told him) and stopped turning up.
This is how I was banned from ever playing a female character again in our old dnd circle...
Ok so we started an Epic level Evil character campaign. I chose to be a half-elf sorceress (I said that I looked like the chick from the Everquest box art, but with tatoos). We're in a bar trying to get information (wow such a novel concept) and I thought I would use my womanly charms to get some info from a dude. I say something stupid along the lines of, "Ok I rub my thigh on his groinal region." I'm 6'4", 260+lbs, gotee, and a deep voice. I was still fairly new to roleplaying so of course I say it in an awkward half confident way. It get's a good laugh, but I was immediately banned from creating any new female characters. My character got killed like two weeks later. Not a big deal because my next character was a cleptomaniac Minotaur Brute rogue called Gump (don't ask our DM let us get away with anything).
They still give me crap about it today (8+ years later).
An old mate of mine had a simliar one with the car.
They were going to a Re-enactment event, heavily over loaded car, and the cops pull them over. Short 5ft cop starts acting all hard and orders them out of the car... 5 guys, all over 6ft unfold themselves from the car, putting the various weapons they are carrying on the roof of the car! I'm told the look on his face was a picture!
Thankfully all the guys had ID, were all clean types (teachers, scout master, that sort of thing) so it all cleared up nicely, but a giggle anyway!
Not gaming related, but last night in my night class this older lady gave her final presentation. It was really uncomfortable because she had misinterpreted 80% of the data and hurried through the presentation (7-15 minutes, finished in 3 or so). Our professor said something along the lines of "we can all learn from this" and then proceeded to criticize her project pretty hard.
Two minutes later I think she started crying and left the room. It went from uncomfortable to awful.
Had something similar once. Got into my differential equations class, immediately took up with 3 other students. They were all real brains (2 engineers and a Computer Science Honors).We formed a pretty good study group, never mind that we also constituted 1/2 the class. We all got together for the final, studied for it a week out. Got in, and 10 minutes in this one chick from the group (the CS honors) snaps. We hear grunts, groans, animal noises. At the 15 minute mark, she runs up to the front of the class, slaps her exam down with her 3 pencils hard enough to shatter them all, and sprints into the bathroom across the hall. We spent the next 30 minutes listening to her bawl, scream, and vomit her guts up while we're still taking the exam. Concentration was at a premium, and we'd have sold our souls for some at that point.
That reminds me of my Calculus final. There was this guy who showed up maybe 30% of the time the whole semester. He manages to show up for the final. He flips through it, signs his name, and just leaves. I felt kind of bad, but that's what happens when you don't show. I've been there before.
The most akward moment I had was while in a GW training session, we were discussing intro games.. Not demo games, but intro games (someone got pissed off when a new redshirt called it a demo game) and they were going into all the 'new' stuff and the REgional manager says..
Get that kid excited, get him so excited and involved that when you yell waaaaghh! he pisses his pants.. Anyone of you that gets a kid to piss his pants in an intro game will get a bonus..
I was thinking, they that's grand, now, when he relieves himself on the floor, should I call you (regional manager) to come clean up the mess?
that's akward to say the least.. (I'll leave it to your imagination as to whether or not I was able to get the bonus...)
A few weeks ago a friend invited me to his local gaming store to play his IG against my Tau. His army was made up mostly of heavy weapons teams and mine was very tank heavy. The way each turn went was: IG player would shoot at the tanks, I would make every cover save thanks to disruption pods resulting in no casualties. Return fire would drop a squad of guard. My opponent kept getting madder and madder until he was pounding his fist on the table when I made my saves. I thought a few times that he might walk out. I did my best to remain friendly and kept reminding him that for every Tau their must be several million humans so the guard could afford the losses. We somehow finished the game and I've played the same guy since with less drama, so it's all good.
During a game of 40k with my friend, apparently three people came into the FLGS and stole some poor kid's models*. Luckily, the store owner offered to replace them with his own models (he had ceased playing Inq. years ago.)
It was quite awkward as the police were called in. I couldn't for the life of me continue to play the game without warily turning around every so often.
*Some pretty expensive ones if I remember. Something along the lines of 12 Sisters of Battle. Or maybe Grey Knights. Something Inquisitorial though.
One reason that I purchase every codex is because people “innocently” misconstrue their rules. Commonly seen examples are people thinking stats are greater than they really are or weapons and wargear perform differently, but clearly superior then they really do.
I had to deal with players saying AP 4 weaponry were AP3 when targeting my taloses or incubi. That Oygrn had one more strength, toughness, initiative, and attacks then they actually had. Banners gave everyone within 12” plus one attack instead of combat resolve. Some games I had to request to see my opponent codex numerous times after they kept insisting that they were correct, with only my inclination that the rules that my opponent was using were too good to be true. This is always stop the game, caused my opponent to whine while I flip through an unfamiliar codex, then to explain that the rules support them when we both clearly see that they don’t, then explain their mistake blaming unclear phrasing of the rules. Every time I ever requested to look up a rule my inclination has been correct.
This is always been an awkward situation for me. I combat this my purchasing and reading my opponents codex before we play. Which really sucks, because playing an unfamiliar army is quite an interesting narrative in itself. I remember playing 3rd edition tyranids for the first time, probably one of the best games I ever played – due mainly to the unexpected abilities of my opponent’s army.
During a game of 40k with my friend, apparently three people came into the FLGS and stole some poor kid's models*. Luckily, the store owner offered to replace them with his own models (he had ceased playing Inq. years ago.)
It was quite awkward as the police were called in. I couldn't for the life of me continue to play the game without warily turning around every so often.
My buddies who played at the Memphis Battle Bunker said that customers would take off with boxed sets all the time and the staff wouldn't even try to stop the shoplifters. Gamers' stuff gets stolen all the time nowadays. People even steal other people's armor and weapons at SCA events to the point where they have someone watch their stuff while they take lunch. We used to be able to trust each other, but the new generation has brought a different crowd into the hobbies.
Grunt13 wrote:General awkwardness:
One reason that I purchase every codex is because people “innocently” misconstrue their rules. Commonly seen examples are people thinking stats are greater than they really are or weapons and wargear perform differently, but clearly superior then they really do.
Luckily, the bunch of guys we play with are honest, but we also know when they are stretching because we've played each other so much, we know what they need to roll to hit us and stuff.
One reason that I purchase every codex is because people “innocently” misconstrue their rules. Commonly seen examples are people thinking stats are greater than they really are or weapons and wargear perform differently, but clearly superior then they really do.
Lucky for you...the games I play at my FLGS mostly involve kids under the age of 16...many of whom have trouble knowing how their army rules work, and some who are still unable to decipher meaning from a unit's statline. It drives the guy running it crazy...having kids ask him 80 million questions that are answered easily by just learning how to read a statline, so I help where I can and encourage them to read their codex.
About 2 years ago in the Dublin center GW store, some random hairy homeless guy suddenly shambles into the door way while we were chilling out painting and chatting.
He grabs his trousers and drops them, revealing suspiciously clean white y fronts, and a bloody fist sized hole through his thigh.
" WOULD YA LOOK AT THA?! JEEEESUS I FELL ON A BOTTLE HAHA" he exclaims, before pulling up his pants, and walking out.
The entire store of people were shellshocked into silence for 30 secs, before one of the employees sighs and says
" The randomness of that isint what gets me, I want to know why he was calling that shotgun hole a glass bottle cut"
and everyone just went back to painting and chatting.
A couple of weeks ago, on St George's day, a couple of drunken idiots came into the GW during Veteran's Night and started having a go. One of them was busy pawing a very nicely painted Slayer Army, another was arguing with a Blue Shirt about how anyone who played the game must be a virgin and how HIS hobby was sex, and eventually it nearly took the police to get rid them. And even then they came back a couple of times to yell through the window.
I must admit, I was amused by the dirty look I got when he started telling us all that we would always be virgins and I held up my hand...complete with a wedding band I can't get off now.
Jon Garrett wrote:
I must admit, I was amused by the dirty look I got when he started telling us all that we would always be virgins and I held up my hand...complete with a wedding band I can't get off now.
Some random old guy walked into the store, I had seen him a few times, he generally just chatted with the staff then left, never really buying anything.
Well today he's standing by the table I'm setting up my marines on, so I casually ask him "What's going on?"
To which he replies "There aren't enough Nazis in here"
Stunned, I ask him to repeat
Sure enough, he really did say "Not enough Nazis in here" then walked out of the store
I was in a local tournament once. I wasn't pverly good at the game and my deck was... sub-par. I had yet to master the art of deck building. I was 15 or 16 at the time, and my first opponent was around 8 or 10. This kid thought he was The Gak. He had a brand-new Daniel Zinc deck. (apparantly Daniel Zinc has won the world championship or something) Admittedly it was a well built deck, but He diddn't seem to know how to play it. I'd now like to add the flavouring to this delicious tale: This kid was cockyer than a barnyard of poultry. I mean he would laugh every time i played a card, saying it was pointless and i was a total noob. I'm not sure why but somehow i was very calm. Everyone else finished their first games about 4 or 5 tunrs into ours. I'd like to point out that at this point i'd inficted about 5 points of damage to him and i'd taken 2 points - from mana burn (Again i was very inexperienced at the game). The other players, sick of hearing this little brat being as annoying and poor sportsmanlike as he was started pointing out the rules he had been bending that i had no hope of catching. two turns later, he was dead. he hadn't cost me a single life point.
This one comes from a few years back, 5 to be exact. It was the summer after I finished high school and had an office job, which I despised. On my lunch break I would sneak away to the local GW and get some games in, generally with a tau player who was doing a similar thing. At the time I was playing blood angels, back when their codex wasn't that thing out of WD, and I played to win. One day I went in to the store to play, and there were two teenage (early-mid teens) brothers in the store who were looking for small point games also. Rather than the tau player and myself play each other for the hundredth time, we decided to each play against one of the brothers. Since I was considerably younger than the tau player, I chose to play with the younger of the two players, who couldn't have been older than 14. Ill be the first to admit my list was broken. I had a Baal vindicator, 3 min sized scout squads (with bear VS to get the PF death company), a Vet Assault squad with two flamers, and A chaplain with a lightning claw (Oh, the days when you could do such things). He was running a nidz list with mostly guants, some warriors and stealers, IIRC. Half way through the game I am beating him badly, some older woman comes over to the table and being TFG. She begins asking questions about the legality of my list, starts questioning my tactics and giving my opponent tips, asking me to see my codex, etc.. Eventually I realize this is the kids mom. Somewhere towards the end of the game I got my Vet assault squad in flamer range of a group of guants, and she dragged the redshirt away from the counter to make a ruling as to wether or not I could use both flamers in the same shooting phase.
I have not experienced anything more awkward than playing a game of 40k against someone who's mother is trying to help her son win. That being said, today I either would not play with a kid who I didnt know, or perhaps let them win, depending.
We used to play in the lounge of my dormitory when I was in college (this would never fly if it happened at a GW store) and one guy had this incredible temper so when anything went wrong on his side he started throwing chairs and screaming... only the most apathetic people would play with him. Most people wanted nothing to do with him because he just destroyed everything around him or were forced to let him win. I never played with him because I enjoyed keeping the lounge in one piece.
Elnicko5 wrote: some older woman comes over to the table and being TFG. She begins asking questions about the legality of my list, starts questioning my tactics and giving my opponent tips, asking me to see my codex, etc.. Eventually I realize this is the kids mom.
About 10 years ago, the manager/owner of our FLGS got into a Gladiators miniature game and got a bunch of people hooked, they were actually drawn away from 40K to play it. One day I wanted to get a Velite, the type of Gladiator that used a spear. The store was packed, I told Mike I needed a gladiator figure, but couldn't remember the name at the moment..as he walked behind the counter to get the storage box full of oddball miniatures out, I said,"I can't remember what they're called, the spear throwers" At that moment a couple of black dudes were walking behind me and gave me an ugly look. Oops.
Im sorry I am a bit confused you mention that one of these guys was your friend...was it the high elf player or was it this new empire guy that was your friend sorry it is just that friend is mentioned multiple times and uncertain of which guy we are speaking of.
Ok now onto my awkwaard,irksome moments (sorry this is long) . I remember this to this day I was at a Starwars tcg tournament(Decipher card game...yes I know I have just shown my age) I was running late so first round i got a by 2nd round I had to play my dark side deck. Deck was a speeder bike deck with a specific objective that once flipped unless my opponent could take control off one of my locations I couldnt be touched.
So my opponent who is playing with multiple versions of all the light side main characters plops down a Leia spy and states that because shes actually a light side character she denies me my benefits from my objective and flips it back, which for intents and purposes means that i am now back to beating on luke and han and obiwan etc with freakin scout troopers not exactly and easy thing to do. I inform him that he is dead wrong because that version of leia untill such time as he chooses to show that shes a spy is considered a dark side character and will not stop my objective from working . he gets uppity and calls over the judge who obviously hadnt a clue of what was going on cause he ruled in the other guyys favour essentially handing him the win
When i was about 14 our flgs manager got fired for, supposedly, stealing a bunch of stock. As the rest of the staff were recruited by him, they were also given their marching orders.
1 week later we got a new manager and a bunch of new redshirts fresh out of GW-Brainwashing. Their first act was to ban anyone of the regulars over the age of 16 (About 90% of the customers at that point) and set up 8 out the 10 tables in the shop as intro boards.
Thursdays, however, still remained as the 'bring in your armies and play 'till 10pm days'. A friend and i used to run a fairly broken harlequin army (this was back in 2nd ed) and agreed to play against one of the red-shirts and a recently acquired new-comer. Me and my friend were doing our best to let them win but, with Tzeentch on our side, were beating them down. The redshirt starts going through the ENTIRE tfg routine: Rolling dice where we couldn't see them, using old rules, not bothering to measure distances, etc, etc... All the while overriding our objections because he was.... A Redshirt! And therefore, all that he said was right, and all our objections were null and void!
Whilst me and my friend could appreciate him not wanting to lose/give the noob a good intro to the hobby, we both left and never went back. What was the point of cheating to win a game of toy soldiers? It was a pyhrric consolation to both of us that the newbie playing with the redshirt looked almost as embarassed as we did when we packed our army up on turn 3.
J.Black wrote:When i was about 14 our flgs manager got fired for, supposedly, stealing a bunch of stock. As the rest of the staff were recruited by him, they were also given their marching orders.
1 week later we got a new manager and a bunch of new redshirts fresh out of GW-Brainwashing. Their first act was to ban anyone of the regulars over the age of 16 (About 90% of the customers at that point) and set up 8 out the 10 tables in the shop as intro boards.
Just out of curiosity, why did they ban all the older regulars? that seems like the worst possible thing they could have done.
Not really. GW seems to have a hate-on for non-newbs. Their business focus is constantly getting new people into the hobby. Once they get your money, you can go hang for all corporate cares.
At least, that's what I hear around Dakka, and what I have seen in the stores.
Griz has it pretty much right. There used to be a group of about 15 that'd hang round the store most of the week. Guess they were getting in the way of the intro boards.
Cos they made their initial heavyweight sales off those kids when they established their armies... The GW storefronts exist to convert the new spods wondering about with thier mums.
Also the older you get, the more likely you are to do things like argue back, not accept a store worker as some form of god, not believe that wearing a red shirt grants further insight into the rules, use naughty words, criticise the corporation, etc etc, you are bad for business and the return from you buying a few minis isn't worth what a new convert is.
In all fairness, while I do NOT dispute the veracity of the "they hate veterans" claims about GW stores, I Do feel the need to point out that, before it was closed by GW in their great wisdom, the store they had here in the St. Louis area was the exact opposite of that. They treated the veteran gamers like they sh*t gold. They had a great staff there.
One day, my brain decided to take a break. I found myself gaming in the FLGS whilst stuffing my face with KFC and handling my opponent's minis that he couldn't reach. At least his Tyranids have fancy patterns of grease on them now.
grizgrin wrote:Not really. GW seems to have a hate-on for non-newbs. Their business focus is constantly getting new people into the hobby. Once they get your money, you can go hang for all corporate cares.
At least, that's what I hear around Dakka, and what I have seen in the stores.
The thing with this is that kids seeing more people playing it would be more inclined to learn about the game, so really it makes no sense to turn away loyal customers/veterans.
grizgrin wrote:Not really. GW seems to have a hate-on for non-newbs. Their business focus is constantly getting new people into the hobby. Once they get your money, you can go hang for all corporate cares.
At least, that's what I hear around Dakka, and what I have seen in the stores.
The thing with this is that kids seeing more people playing it would be more inclined to learn about the game, so really it makes no sense to turn away loyal customers/veterans.
You know, that almost sounds...sensible. Why shun customers, people willing to spend money, when there are ways to turn a buck off the new AND old guard? I think they made a great sttride forward in Hoovering more cash out of the old guard with Apoc. THose are some excellent quality models, I dont give a gak WHAT kind of modeling you do. And you go compare the price of a Stormlord Or BaneBlade with a Tamiya tank kit of simliar size and come back and tell me the thing is 3 times what it should be. Go take a look at Hobbytown USA or similar. Folks, you can drop 100 USD on a large scale tank kit in a SNAP.
Yet some of these GW stores, from what I understand, shun the non-newb. There are great reasons to have vets. Vets, just because they have bought their first intro load, are NOT tapped out.
Dan A (his surname actually does begin with A aswell!) ALWAYS used to have rolled 18/00 for his strength in 2nd Ed AD&D. ALWAYS. Quite apart from that, he always managed to roll good enough stats elsewhere to be able to play a Paladin (we just used 6 sets of 4d6, choose your best 3, so it is a tad unlikely, once, let alone 5 or 6 times) And he refused to even contemplate re-rolling when challenged. We used to just get on with it as it was not worth arguing - he was friends with the DM and we sometimes used to play at his parents' house...
Anyway, one time, we encountered a baby giant. It had building blocks of solid wood, all about 6'x6'. We all, players and DM, spent about an hour arguing about how he could not parry one of the blocks when it was thrown at him, using whatever rule it was he found. Worst things was, he wasn't correct in an RaW sense, let alone RaI, and even the Dm using rule zero did not work. Worst part was, he was the 2nd cleverest kid in school, but could not see the complete FAIL of his viewpoint.
Dan B (again, his surname actually does begin with B) almost always DM'd. We'd generally game at his place as he had a decent set-up at his parents' and he'd always be the last to arrive, probably 30-40 minutes if we went elsewhere, for a 7pm-10pm session. Even if we went to his, he'd be the last one ready. Once, at a gaming club round the corner, he packed up, stormed off taking all of his books with him and left us sat there going wtf? because of some obscure argument. I think it may have been over him wanting to play Gamma World and the rest of wanting to play Shadowrun or DnD, but I am not sure now. It was something pretty minor, we'd not even been talking for long about whatever it was and the rest of us were just flabbergasted at the speed at which he had upped and left.
Another time, I suggested I wanted to play a game of Epic wihout Titans, to make it a more infantry based battle. He always played Eldar, and I always played Imperial/Squats. He agreed to this and we picked our armies. I placed first, then he laid out 2 Eldar titans. He said "Your titans come from a separate list to your marines, whereas mine are in the main Eldar list, so I haven't broken the rule." I tried to re-explain my point about the hope that we were going to have a different style of game, and how there was nothing illegal about me using titans and marines either - it was a purely voluntary thing for both of us, but he was adamant. I can't remember if I bothered to play or not.
At a recent Apocalypse game, one guy brought three Baneblades(Baneblade, Shadowsword and Stormlord) to the table together with his traitor guard and plaguemarines... aswell as the greater nurgle daemon from FW.
I think is was by round 3 that the sh*t hit the fan... My Terminus Ultra took out his Baneblade, my friend's Terminator unit annihilated the Shadowsword and my Sisters of Battle's four melta guns (within 6") took out the Stormlord and my Callidus assassins poisonblades took the last wound of the Greater Daemon...
I could see the tears starting to form in corners of his eyes... but he held em back... now THAT could have been awkward!
EDIT: Forgot that his Abbadon was killed by a Devastator unit in CC aswell ^^
fabbes wrote:At a recent Apocalypse game, one guy brought three Baneblades(Baneblade, Shadowsword and Stormlord) to the table together with his traitor guard and plaguemarines... aswell as the greater nurgle daemon from FW.
I think is was by round 3 that the sh*t hit the fan... My Terminus Ultra took out his Baneblade, my friend's Terminator unit annihilated the Shadowsword and my Sisters of Battle's four melta guns (within 6") took out the Stormlord and my Callidus assassins poisonblades took the last wound of the Greater Daemon...
I could see the tears starting to form in corners of his eyes... but he held em back... now THAT could have been awkward!
EDIT: Forgot that his Abbadon was killed by a Devastator unit in CC aswell ^^
Well granted, he needs to relax...but man, that would be upsetting, lol.
I was playing this kid in a store wide big f@%^ing apoc game. And most regulars hate to play this kid idk how old he is, maybe like 12 or 13. (the older i get the harder it is for me to tell the ages apart, they just blend together) but he is the biggest rules lawyer, doesn't know the rules, TFG kinda guy. Well I'm using my tank company of Leman Russes, and we had been talking back and forth talking alittle friendly smack. And he was like my guys are Plague Marines so your gonna struggle to kill them with your tanks. To which I replied I got plenty of tanks to kill you with. So as the game progressed i kept blowing apart his units with my tanks and a one point and this was the awkward part, I killed his Kharn at point blacnk range with my Basilisk. Kharn was literately a hair away from the end of the gun barrel, and I rolled a direct hit a blasted him to bits. And then after that he tried to question if I could do it, because the barrel doesn't go completely horizontal due to a mistake in building it when I first started. He then almost cried. And preceded to throw his models into a show box for storage with such a look of distaste.
Another awkward moment was when I was in the store with my army, he walked in and asked if anyone wanted to play and all the regulars who were in, maybe like 5 of us all rolled our eyes and said were just painting today.
Well actually mate, he was right about Khan. if he was where you say he was, there was no way you could have placed the marker without hitting the Basilisk as well, and you are not allowed to place the marker so it hits your own models.
well the solution ive made up so far has been pretty effective, kill the army that theyre fielding. ill pretty much stop whatever im doing or what plans were made, and go after their army. but when im not allowed to do that i usually get someone from the other side to do the dirty work(usually my brother). and when their army is dead they clean up and leave.
I was playing a 500pt match, with me Eldar and him Tau. Alls i have is 20 dire avengers and the Avatar. This was when i first got into 40k actually. We play, and my dire avengers kill some kroot and force them off the table. ALL of them. he gets so peeOed that he throws his tape measure, and quits the match. I begged him not to because i prefer not to win that way but he did anyways. Most younger players tend to have, more tendencies to quit when things dont automatically go their way. I try to remain and calm and laid back as possible during games, and even try to joke with the opponent. I cant stand when people are so uptight about game.
tuatha1337 wrote:Yeah... I thought minimum range on a basilisk was 36" for their barrage weapon.... Please correct me if I'm wrong...
Cryonicleech wrote:On the above, he could have hit Kharn with the edge of the blast marker.
Though unless I'm mistaken Basilisks have minimum ranges...
Ghost in the Darkness wrote:I was playing this kid in a store wide big f@%^ing apoc game. And most regulars hate to play this kid idk how old he is, maybe like 12 or 13. (the older i get the harder it is for me to tell the ages apart, they just blend together) but he is the biggest rules lawyer, doesn't know the rules, TFG kinda guy. Well I'm using my tank company of Leman Russes, and we had been talking back and forth talking alittle friendly smack. And he was like my guys are Plague Marines so your gonna struggle to kill them with your tanks. To which I replied I got plenty of tanks to kill you with. So as the game progressed i kept blowing apart his units with my tanks and a one point and this was the awkward part, I killed his Kharn at point blacnk range with my Basilisk. Kharn was literately a hair away from the end of the gun barrel, and I rolled a direct hit a blasted him to bits. And then after that he tried to question if I could do it, because the barrel doesn't go completely horizontal due to a mistake in building it when I first started. He then almost cried. And preceded to throw his models into a show box for storage with such a look of distaste.
Another awkward moment was when I was in the store with my army, he walked in and asked if anyone wanted to play and all the regulars who were in, maybe like 5 of us all rolled our eyes and said were just painting today.
Wow, it's the little stuff that gets ya. A lot of the question depends on the version of the Guard codex that was in use. In 4E, you could not fire the Basilisk indirectly at all unless you bought that upgrade for it (25 points). I do not believe that it had a minimum range otherwise. In 5E, the Basilisk is listed as having a 36" minimum range.
Personally, I think that if anyone wants to take this up further they should start a new thread in YMDC and no hijack this one any further (although the questions and answers so far seemed quite reasonable to me). Not that my opinion matters a fart in a whirlwind.
On Topic: Had a game with a good friend of mine a few weeks back. He's a bit of a doom crier regarding his dice, so when his go on a 1's jag it can get pretty bad with the i-told-ya-so's. It just gets a little awkward some times with a guy who's a grown man,k wife and kids and house, a friggin doctorate; and he's losin his water over a game of dice.
And another one. Another buddy of mine challenges me to a game with my IG. I usually run a heavy weapon gunline and get hammered doing it. I discover I've left ALL my heavy weapons teams at home. So I tell him to give me a few minutes; I'm making up a list on the fly with my leftovers (which were considerable). The result? He's playing drop pod marines, and I bring a drop IG force with 25 flamers and 25 melta guns. This is a guy who never loses. And he's NEVER an ass about it, but he NEVER loses. Here's the embarassing part. I could not read a scatter die to save my soul. I hadn't USED a scatter die in ages, and I was scatter gak all over the place in this game as I am sure you could imagine with drop IG. And 3 or 4 times in the game, I misread the scatter dice by at least 30 degrees. Ugh.
tuatha1337 wrote:Yeah... I thought minimum range on a basilisk was 36" for their barrage weapon.... Please correct me if I'm wrong...
You are wrong. When fired directly Ordnance Barrage has no minimum range.
Page 58 of the rulebook.
On topic: I don't know if it's just me, but I feel awkward every time I have to correct my opponent on their rules, even though 95% of the time I'm right.
in 1998-1997 back in the hey day of 3rd edition I had a pure Beserker force 10-20 beserker squads at rediculous squad levels Terminator Lord Kharn the works even a bloodletter pack and greater Daemon.
One day im down my local hobby centre quiet as a mouse painting my girlfriend at the time was there also painting my Khorne Daemon Prince some six year old kid rolls in all big eyes full of wonder his army case in his hands.
Staffer bobs over says hi and asks him what he plays
"I play Eldar and Im six he saids"
"Wanna play a game?" saids the Staffer
kid nods eagerly
Moments later im setting up my beserkers for a 2000pt game so thats the majority of my army kitted out with so much nastiness the kid should have just packed up and went home.
Game goes on he stands and shoots at my eighty plus group of psychopaths footslogging across the board then i imagine a sickening crunch as my line of red and brass reaches his guardians now thats 3 attacks EACH 2+1 for charging attacking enemies in mesh armour thats stupid O clock attacks kids eyes widen in terror as i slaughter his whole army in 4 turns i might as well had have been rolling my dice out of a bucket.
The bloodlust was on Kharn steam rolling up the flank reaches his farseer one of my champs get posessed by a Bloodthirster the gak is hitting the air conditioning this kid looks ready to break then 6 turns are over hes standing there looking at his army.
1 grav tank
1 dire avenger running
his farseer clinging onto one wound kharn about to cave his face in
Now back then I built everything for cheesy power play and being a regular it was allowed and it was back in the day when it was the DONE thing!
Then this kid he cried he cried so hard that his mother gave me and the manager such a look of disgust and walked out with this kid in tow.
I proberly put him off for life........
Explains my losing streak now against everyone ive played my sin is well and truly being punished!
in 1998-1997 back in the hey day of 3rd edition I had a pure Beserker force 10-20 beserker squads at rediculous squad levels Terminator Lord Kharn the works even a bloodletter pack and greater Daemon.
One day im down my local hobby centre quiet as a mouse painting my girlfriend at the time was there also painting my Khorne Daemon Prince some six year old kid rolls in all big eyes full of wonder his army case in his hands.
Staffer bobs over says hi and asks him what he plays
"I play Eldar and Im six he saids"
"Wanna play a game?" saids the Staffer
kid nods eagerly
Moments later im setting up my beserkers for a 2000pt game so thats the majority of my army kitted out with so much nastiness the kid should have just packed up and went home.
Game goes on he stands and shoots at my eighty plus group of psychopaths footslogging across the board then i imagine a sickening crunch as my line of red and brass reaches his guardians now thats 3 attacks EACH 2+1 for charging attacking enemies in mesh armour thats stupid O clock attacks kids eyes widen in terror as i slaughter his whole army in 4 turns i might as well had have been rolling my dice out of a bucket.
The bloodlust was on Kharn steam rolling up the flank reaches his farseer one of my champs get posessed by a Bloodthirster the gak is hitting the air conditioning this kid looks ready to break then 6 turns are over hes standing there looking at his army.
1 grav tank
1 dire avenger running
his farseer clinging onto one wound kharn about to cave his face in
Now back then I built everything for cheesy power play and being a regular it was allowed and it was back in the day when it was the DONE thing!
Then this kid he cried he cried so hard that his mother gave me and the manager such a look of disgust and walked out with this kid in tow.
I proberly put him off for life........
Explains my losing streak now against everyone ive played my sin is well and truly being punished!
Kids today have everything handed to them on a Platter. Even in schools you're not allowed to tell a child he is wrong, because it might "damage" his self esteem. Nor are PE lessions allowed to have games where there are loosers, because again, its "bad" for the child.
Consequently, kids grow up thinking they are always right.
At the age of 6 you should have learnt that you are not always right. I know I did. Yes he may have cried, but if he quit because he lost one game, do you think he had much of a future in it anyway?
Things aren't that way in schools in my area, in my experience teaching children. Completely steamrolling a little kid is neither nice nor a good way to get somebody interested in the hobby.
I've found the opposite to be true. Every single demo game I have given I haven't played easy. I've explained everything clearly, but I didn't go easy on them.
Each one without fail has since gotten really into the hobby and 2 of them have even beaten me! So, sometimes giving someone a challenge is a good thing.
Waaaaaaagh! wrote:
Kids today have everything handed to them on a Platter. Even in schools you're not allowed to tell a child he is wrong, because it might "damage" his self esteem.
This is mainly a product of the suburban world. Clearly, you have not spent much time in the city. The imposed school "culture" is totally irrelevant compared to that created by the home life, and social life of students. Schools that have more than a handful of children that live in poverty are aware of this...but usually the true concept of poverty and desperation is lost in suburbia.
Waaaaaaagh! wrote:Nor are PE lessions allowed to have games where there are loosers, because again, its "bad" for the child.
This all depends on the child. I am very self-critical, personally, so when I make a mistake as a part of a team, that I know tipped the game for the opponents...I still feel like crap for about an hour...then I get over it. Having my PE teacher tell me that "we are all winners" wouldn't have made a gram of difference.
Waaaaaaagh! wrote:Consequently, kids grow up thinking they are always right.
Learning that we are all students, from the day of birth to the day of death, is a realization I wouldn't expect most children, teens, and young adults to know. Hell, some adults still think so.
Waaaaaaagh! wrote:At the age of 6 you should have learnt that you are not always right. I know I did. Yes he may have cried, but if he quit because he lost one game, do you think he had much of a future in it anyway?
We are not certain that the player quit, so that judgement cannot be made. In my opinion though, the whole "survival of the fittest" concept simply doesn't apply everywhere, nor should it. We are playing a tabletop miniatures game, and instead of steamrolling a 6 year old, or any new player for that matter, having an instructional game will ultimately help the player become better.
Getting your ass kicked time and time again won't do that if you don't learn, and it's hard to have an open mind to learning when those around you are unwilling to teach.
in 1998-1997 back in the hey day of 3rd edition I had a pure Beserker force 10-20 beserker squads at rediculous squad levels Terminator Lord Kharn the works even a bloodletter pack and greater Daemon.
One day im down my local hobby centre quiet as a mouse painting my girlfriend at the time was there also painting my Khorne Daemon Prince some six year old kid rolls in all big eyes full of wonder his army case in his hands.
Staffer bobs over says hi and asks him what he plays
"I play Eldar and Im six he saids"
"Wanna play a game?" saids the Staffer
kid nods eagerly
Moments later im setting up my beserkers for a 2000pt game so thats the majority of my army kitted out with so much nastiness the kid should have just packed up and went home.
Game goes on he stands and shoots at my eighty plus group of psychopaths footslogging across the board then i imagine a sickening crunch as my line of red and brass reaches his guardians now thats 3 attacks EACH 2+1 for charging attacking enemies in mesh armour thats stupid O clock attacks kids eyes widen in terror as i slaughter his whole army in 4 turns i might as well had have been rolling my dice out of a bucket.
The bloodlust was on Kharn steam rolling up the flank reaches his farseer one of my champs get posessed by a Bloodthirster the gak is hitting the air conditioning this kid looks ready to break then 6 turns are over hes standing there looking at his army.
1 grav tank
1 dire avenger running
his farseer clinging onto one wound kharn about to cave his face in
Now back then I built everything for cheesy power play and being a regular it was allowed and it was back in the day when it was the DONE thing!
Then this kid he cried he cried so hard that his mother gave me and the manager such a look of disgust and walked out with this kid in tow.
I proberly put him off for life........
Explains my losing streak now against everyone ive played my sin is well and truly being punished!
Reading this, all I can think of is the Seinfeld episode where Kramer was bragging about how he ruled the dojo. As it turned out there were only 8 year olds or some such in his class and he'd go berserk on them, then go home and think about what a bad ass he was. I guess if it's a major thing for you not to lose a game and you feel the need to blow a six year old out of the water, congrats, you accomplished both in only 6 turns.
A while back I was playing 40k, and I was running with a vindicare assassin who was hidden behind a wall. So I roll to shoot, and the guy I was playing says 'you have to roll to shoot through difficult terrain'...which I thought was strange, since there was nothing in front of the vind.
Turns out what he was refering to was the base that the building was modelled on, it couldn't of been even a centimetre thick, yet he still insisted on me treating it as having to shoot through cover. Even though it was perfectly flat, and common sense would tell you 'well thats representing floor level' ><
Then again this is the same guy who managed to charge a dreadnaught through a 7" high piece of scenery with no LoS...no suprise people stopped playing him tbh.
And he wasn't 11 - 13 Problem was no matter how hard you tried to explain to him he was wrong, or people who confirmed he was wrong, he wouldn't get it through his thick skull. So in the end, we all put up with it instead of rage quitting, then happened to busy ourselves when he wanted another game xD
WarlordGaz wrote:A while back I was playing 40k, and I was running with a vindicare assassin who was hidden behind a wall. So I roll to shoot, and the guy I was playing says 'you have to roll to shoot through difficult terrain'...which I thought was strange, since there was nothing in front of the vind.
Turns out what he was refering to was the base that the building was modelled on, it couldn't of been even a centimetre thick, yet he still insisted on me treating it as having to shoot through cover. Even though it was perfectly flat, and common sense would tell you 'well thats representing floor level' ><
Then again this is the same guy who managed to charge a dreadnaught through a 7" high piece of scenery with no LoS...no suprise people stopped playing him tbh.
And he wasn't 11 - 13 Problem was no matter how hard you tried to explain to him he was wrong, or people who confirmed he was wrong, he wouldn't get it through his thick skull. So in the end, we all put up with it instead of rage quitting, then happened to busy ourselves when he wanted another game xD
GOD i despise such people... Twisting, bending and turning the rules, and then throw it out the window in their own turn...
Man do i get upset!! It's supposed to be fun.
BOSS_PIMPALOTZ wrote:
One day im down my local hobby centre quiet as a mouse painting my girlfriend at the time was there also painting my Khorne Daemon Prince some six year old kid rolls in all big eyes full of wonder his army case in his hands.
What colour did you paint her?
Seriously, there is such a thing as punctuation. It really helps promote understanding.
Somebody posted up a motivational poster of some chick in the buff bodypainted up to look like somethign called a "Mudkip". I think it's a Yi-Gi-Oh character or some such. I was attempting a play off of Steelmage99's question of what color was he painting his girlfriend. It may have been a weak (and evidently was quite obscure) play, but hey it was off the cuff.
grizgrin wrote:Somebody posted up a motivational poster of some chick in the buff bodypainted up to look like somethign called a "Mudkip". I think it's a Yi-Gi-Oh character or some such. I was attempting a play off of Steelmage99's question of what color was he painting his girlfriend. It may have been a weak (and evidently was quite obscure) play, but hey it was off the cuff.
oooh it's not from yu-gi-oh, my friend. no it is not.
Yeah, I was fairly unsure about that, not tryin to piss anyone off actually. All the Japanses anime crap looks the same to me, though. Even my 7 year old hates YuGiOh, so I just kinda tar it all with the same brush because I cant be bothered to larn it proper.
Hehe, I happen to love Mudkips, though it has nothing to do with frightening cosplayers.
I'd have to say the most annoying thing I've run into playing is the guy who peaks behind his model before he fires and declares that you get no cover save because he can see 60% or so of your model. All well and good. When it comes back to your turn, however, even though no models have moved, he demands that you check and see if you have line of sight for the same models shooting. Ugh.
Cannerus_The_Unbearable wrote:Hehe, I happen to love Mudkips, though it has nothing to do with frightening cosplayers.
I'd have to say the most annoying thing I've run into playing is the guy who peaks behind his model before he fires and declares that you get no cover save because he can see 60% or so of your model. All well and good. When it comes back to your turn, however, even though no models have moved, he demands that you check and see if you have line of sight for the same models shooting. Ugh.
If his models are significantly closer to the piece of obscuring terrain it's quite possible for your unit not to have a cover save, but for his unit to be eligible for one, especially if the unit in question is infantry and doesn't need even close to 50% coverage to gain a cover save.
If his models are significantly closer to the piece of obscuring terrain it's quite possible for your unit not to have a cover save, but for his unit to be eligible for one, especially if the unit in question is infantry and doesn't need even close to 50% coverage to gain a cover save.
I didn't mean for a cover save, I meant as to whether I have line of sight to his model at all.
But anyways , im 14 year old and i have had this kinda thing with an adult . He just started playing , but he kept making lame jokes about EVERYTHING . If a fly passed by he would say : The gothic fellt is here ! ANd some lame fethed up jokes ! I evuntaly asked him ( with these words) : " Cant we just please lay of the jokes and keep playing ? "
Turns out the guy whas a 5 year old at heart and quit playing :(
But anyways , im 14 year old and i have had this kinda thing with an adult . He just started playing , but he kept making lame jokes about EVERYTHING . If a fly passed by he would say : The gothic fellt is here ! ANd some lame fethed up jokes ! I evuntaly asked him ( with these words) : " Cant we just please lay of the jokes and keep playing ? "
Turns out the guy whas a 5 year old at heart and quit playing :(
So i feel the OP's pain ...
WHY DIDN'T YOU LIKE MY JOKES? YOU LAUGHED IN THE BEGINNING. YOU ARE MEAN!
Maybe one day, the girl with 4 lip and eyebrow piercings will one day talk to me.
. It was weird because he has been playing for a while and he didn't know that you need the newest book. ???
