I had an akward moment a few years back. Playing in a 40k tourney against 'Mr. Imp Guard.' The guy cam to the tourney dressed in a guard uniform with a flak helmet and everything. It was odd. Anyway, my command squad drop-pods in and must survive a turn of shooting before it can commence eating up guard. This guy has LOS with a demolish russ. His pie plate lands bang on, hits the center of the pod and catches all 8 members of the squad. Needing 2+ to kill everyone, he promptly rolls 7 '1s.' Insult to injury, he also fails to damage the drop pod. It was so horrible, I actually took a picture of his die roll. In hind sight, this may not have helped his mood. You could see the light go out of him. He took off his helmet, slumped into a chair, and answered me with one word grunts the rest of the game. Also did not help that I tabled him. I did feel bad for the guy.
I had a joint apocalypse game at my local GW, with my 1250 points worth of eldar, turn one, I was the only person who took any casualties,
and my entire army was destroyed by the end of turn one. Admittedly I was then lent a baneblade to use for the rest of the game, but still, my entire army?
Goliath wrote:I had a joint apocalypse game at my local GW, with my 1250 points worth of eldar, turn one, I was the only person who took any casualties,
and my entire army was destroyed by the end of turn one. Admittedly I was then lent a baneblade to use for the rest of the game, but still, my entire army?
I have a good Apoc one. It was a 11,000 point game, just a small one. it was Spess Mahrineeeenz and one Imperial Guard Player (with the old codex) Vs "Evil Xenos" and the Marine Players had gone for an Entire Deep Strike Army.
Yup, ALL Terminators, Drop Pods, Scouts in Storms etc etc Needless to say it was funny when they Bid a whole 2 Minutes for Deployment, stuck 100 Guardsmen on the home objective with commissars up the bum and then ended
Had similar happen in an Apoc game recently. Guy put 40 berzerkers behind a line of buildings. The Stormlord chassis (Bane hammerswordsomefin) in my backfield was Ordnance Barrage with a huge pieplate. 90% of his Berzerkers ate it. Yay!
Similar thing happened in the Apoc I played this weekend, first of the Lucky 13s. The imperial side's general stuck an arseload of Valhallans on top of the command building. On the Xenos team, a Tau player had brought a formation with 7 hammerheads, and hit everything up there with markerlights. Bye-bye Guardsmen.
Most awkward Apocalypse game for me was when my opponent had this huge array of cardboard boxes. We thought it was his army case, but his army only filled one box.
Mmm i was in my local gw perusing the shelves when a drunk walked in, he stumbeld over the small step at the entrance then started asking what was happening, he demanded an intro game, between space marines( or as he described them "rock hard guys") and tyranids( but there are more of these blokes) he sat there and fell asleep on the seat, eventually he woke up and walked out, he nearly fell over the step at the door, it was funny but also quite shocking, he stunk of booze, everyone was very quite when he was there but everyone started talking about him when he left.
I can't tell you how many awkward moments I've had. There have been some very prickish players at my FLGS. Guys who tried to say that outlfank was the same as flankmarch to get in behind the enemy and then when confronted with the ACTUAL rules begins to insult the opponent's (my good friend's) deployment.
I do think the most awkward moment for me was when a severely socially unskilled kid decided that I was going to be his father figure. For whatever reason I was the star of the shop that day as I had 3 fexes and a tyrant and a bunch of gaunts and stealers. Why that got me attention I hardly know. Maybe because it was all painted? Who knows.
But he decided to do a play by play of every single squad move, shooting/fleeting action, and assault. He decided to do it in a yelling manner--complete with sound effects! His impression of my carnifex ramming a rhino made my sphincter seize up it was so bad. You can imagine how much we wanted to put a plastic bag over his head.
Everyone was so uncomfortable, but you can't tell a 10 year old boy with no father figure and no social support network to just go away. So we just ignored him. Every single inane question he asked was answered in short, concise sentences by me so that he'd be appeased.
I just about lost it when he tried to pantomime a genestealer leaping onto a marine tac squad and knocked one of my biovores off the table. It shattered into pieces and everything just stopped for a moment.
So with a sigh and a deep breath I told the little skinny guy he needed to 'KEEP AWAY FROM THE TABLE AND SIT DOWN'. I feel like I took one for the team because after I glued it back together he didn't say a word.
Grunt_For_Christ wrote:I can't tell you how many awkward moments I've had. There have been some very prickish players at my FLGS. Guys who tried to say that outlfank was the same as flankmarch to get in behind the enemy and then when confronted with the ACTUAL rules begins to insult the opponent's (my good friend's) deployment.
I do think the most awkward moment for me was when a severely socially unskilled kid decided that I was going to be his father figure. For whatever reason I was the star of the shop that day as I had 3 fexes and a tyrant and a bunch of gaunts and stealers. Why that got me attention I hardly know. Maybe because it was all painted? Who knows.
But he decided to do a play by play of every single squad move, shooting/fleeting action, and assault. He decided to do it in a yelling manner--complete with sound effects! His impression of my carnifex ramming a rhino made my sphincter seize up it was so bad. You can imagine how much we wanted to put a plastic bag over his head.
Everyone was so uncomfortable, but you can't tell a 10 year old boy with no father figure and no social support network to just go away. So we just ignored him. Every single inane question he asked was answered in short, concise sentences by me so that he'd be appeased.
I just about lost it when he tried to pantomime a genestealer leaping onto a marine tac squad and knocked one of my biovores off the table. It shattered into pieces and everything just stopped for a moment.
So with a sigh and a deep breath I told the little skinny guy he needed to 'KEEP AWAY FROM THE TABLE AND SIT DOWN'. I feel like I took one for the team because after I glued it back together he didn't say a word.
I've had my neighbor break about a good 25 of my models because he was "clumsy"
every time I offer to carry stuff for him he says "it's cool"
Grunt_For_Christ wrote:I can't tell you how many awkward moments I've had. There have been some very prickish players at my FLGS. Guys who tried to say that outlfank was the same as flankmarch to get in behind the enemy and then when confronted with the ACTUAL rules begins to insult the opponent's (my good friend's) deployment.
I do think the most awkward moment for me was when a severely socially unskilled kid decided that I was going to be his father figure. For whatever reason I was the star of the shop that day as I had 3 fexes and a tyrant and a bunch of gaunts and stealers. Why that got me attention I hardly know. Maybe because it was all painted? Who knows.
But he decided to do a play by play of every single squad move, shooting/fleeting action, and assault. He decided to do it in a yelling manner--complete with sound effects! His impression of my carnifex ramming a rhino made my sphincter seize up it was so bad. You can imagine how much we wanted to put a plastic bag over his head.
Everyone was so uncomfortable, but you can't tell a 10 year old boy with no father figure and no social support network to just go away. So we just ignored him. Every single inane question he asked was answered in short, concise sentences by me so that he'd be appeased.
I just about lost it when he tried to pantomime a genestealer leaping onto a marine tac squad and knocked one of my biovores off the table. It shattered into pieces and everything just stopped for a moment.
So with a sigh and a deep breath I told the little skinny guy he needed to 'KEEP AWAY FROM THE TABLE AND SIT DOWN'. I feel like I took one for the team because after I glued it back together he didn't say a word.
I know it's a long story and I guess you really had to be there. The silence and undertones are impossible to articulate on here. You could just tell EVERYONE wanted to scream at him and just tell him to sit outside and wait for his mom to pick him up.
He's just one of those kids you want to stick a hypodermic needle full of horse tranquilizer into just so he'll calm down. I was trying to set a good example and not loose my temper like everyone else does with him. It worked, but only after a bit of 'clumsiness' as cryon so aptly put it.
By the way, I love you sig... I'm a bit of a grammar whore, I really like those quotes.
So in a local tournament i went into the final round already winning the tournament. The guy running it wanted to know if everyone wanted to continue playing so we decided to keep going. Little did i know that my last game would be against a ten year old with ADD. Oh i hate my life. So we start playing and I tell his father that I'm going to take it slow to hopefully teach him some stuff and what not. All i remember is the kid falling asleep and going to the bathroom a bunch. I didn't mind the first couple of turns because it allowed some smoke breaks while he went to the bathroom. But anyways he just always forgot to move units and i had to question him the whole time what he was going to do. I might as well been playing myself and allowed him to move his own models. At the last tournament I was playing in the last round as well I played a guy my age (23). He was running SM. So turn 1 he destroys 1 rhino and argues with me about what constitutes as being obscured. I didn't really want to call a judge over so I just gave it to him. Either way he had some horrible rolls. I'm sorry but about 4 Lascannons, 3 Plasma Cannons and two predators should take down more than 1 rhino. Well the guy sits there completely disgruntled muttering how much he hates this game and what not. When I begin my turn he begins throwing casualties onto an empty table. Horrible what makes it even worse is some were MY models. He comes to the local store and we're acquaintances. So turn to he still does nothing really except he disembarks his HQ and forgets to assault my 3 retributor squads. My following turn he takes 12 HB shots and 4 MM's to the Face and he continues on. I wanted to quit there i started getting frustrated myself and began losing track of myself weird panic attacks i guess. Now that I am forgetting my rules and movement he catches back up throughout the rest of the game and eventually wins. Cuz i'm freaking out and can't concentrate. Oh well at least the other rounds were a blast.
daygo2ilm wrote:So in a local tournament i went into the final round already winning the tournament. The guy running it wanted to know if everyone wanted to continue playing so we decided to keep going. Little did i know that my last game would be against a ten year old with ADD. Oh i hate my life. So we start playing and I tell his father that I'm going to take it slow to hopefully teach him some stuff and what not. All i remember is the kid falling asleep and going to the bathroom a bunch. I didn't mind the first couple of turns because it allowed some smoke breaks while he went to the bathroom. But anyways he just always forgot to move units and i had to question him the whole time what he was going to do. I might as well been playing myself and allowed him to move his own models. At the last tournament I was playing in the last round as well I played a guy my age (23). He was running SM. So turn 1 he destroys 1 rhino and argues with me about what constitutes as being obscured. I didn't really want to call a judge over so I just gave it to him. Either way he had some horrible rolls. I'm sorry but about 4 Lascannons, 3 Plasma Cannons and two predators should take down more than 1 rhino. Well the guy sits there completely disgruntled muttering how much he hates this game and what not. When I begin my turn he begins throwing casualties onto an empty table. Horrible what makes it even worse is some were MY models. He comes to the local store and we're acquaintances. So turn to he still does nothing really except he disembarks his HQ and forgets to assault my 3 retributor squads. My following turn he takes 12 HB shots and 4 MM's to the Face and he continues on. I wanted to quit there i started getting frustrated myself and began losing track of myself weird panic attacks i guess. Now that I am forgetting my rules and movement he catches back up throughout the rest of the game and eventually wins. Cuz i'm freaking out and can't concentrate. Oh well at least the other rounds were a blast.
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I recall one time that we had a recruiter for the US marines show up at the local hobby store while we're playing and starts going around telling people all the things the Marines can do for them. (Insert much chuckling about drop pods and landraiders here)
Anyway, he gets to me as he's working his way around the room. Now, I'm a fairly big guy (as in above six foot and work out, not as in fat nerd) and am not the prettiest person you might meet. (Cosplay, I make a pretty good space marine Sargent.) He looks at me, and asks and what do you think the marines can do for you, son?"
"Well, I'm not sure. I've already been shot, stabbed, blown up, had a boat sunk under me, been hit by a car, a truck, and a bus, fired anti-tank guns and howitzers (WWII reenactor), marched for miles in the night with a hundred pounds of equipment, been exposed to poison gas (chlorine is nasty), fallen off a cliff, been attacked by dogs, been in a half hour long firefight (the burglers were determined and the police took forever to show up) and been resuscitated three times."
He looks at me a second, and then grins and says "Well, we can throw you out of an airplane, but other then that you've already got the basics."
I've got a fresh one, it happened yesterday actually.
I had just playtested mi ninja Tau fryday night, and wanted to play them with the guys from my gamegroup.
I went there in the mornig so i could have some time to paint later, the only one there was the local TFG, a relatevly old guy (42 i think i'm 21), who will only try to cheat if there are no witnesses, so i think by the time we set up a table the others will be here and hell play fair. True enough by the time we get started the others start arriving, and the game begins. He plays Orks kult of speed (4 trucks and a battle wagon), naturraly my missile pod heavy list helps me to beat his lightly armored trucks. He then proceeds to nag how that's not how it's played and generraly make an @$$ of himself, at which point i'm reminded of my 5 years old cousin and star laughing. He turns red an tells me to "respect my elders or get my @$$ handed to me", that coming from a guy thats like 2 thirds my size and weight, so i start staring at him with surprise but then the other dudes in the room (all of whom age 16-19) star laughing so he packs up, sais some unintellugeble words to us and leaves.
The moral of this story – laughter is the strongest weapon in the GRIMDARK universe of warhams
BaronIveagh wrote:I recall one time that we had a recruiter for the US marines show up at the local hobby store while we're playing and starts going around telling people all the things the Marines can do for them. (Insert much chuckling about drop pods and landraiders here)
Anyway, he gets to me as he's working his way around the room. Now, I'm a fairly big guy (as in above six foot and work out, not as in fat nerd) and am not the prettiest person you might meet. (Cosplay, I make a pretty good space marine Sargent.) He looks at me, and asks and what do you think the marines can do for you, son?"
"Well, I'm not sure. I've already been shot, stabbed, blown up, had a boat sunk under me, been hit by a car, a truck, and a bus, fired anti-tank guns and howitzers (WWII reenactor), marched for miles in the night with a hundred pounds of equipment, been exposed to poison gas (chlorine is nasty), fallen off a cliff, been attacked by dogs, been in a half hour long firefight (the burglers were determined and the police took forever to show up) and been resuscitated three times."
He looks at me a second, and then grins and says "Well, we can throw you out of an airplane, but other then that you've already got the basics."
That is by far the best recruitment story I have ever heard. if only every recruitment sergeant was that savvy the Marines would be a Million strong
Friday night at flgs a very annoying kid was talking my ear off. He is admiring my IG and just picks up my Basilisk. Doesn't ask me. I can't remember who said it, but they equated touching someone elses dice is like touching their balls. When he picked it up it was like he grabbed my weiner.
I didn't know what to say so I just said something along the lines of, "It's customary that you ask before you pick up somebodies miniatures". He puts it back down (after about dropping it) and just says "sorry, I've had a bad day."
barlio wrote:Friday night at flgs a very annoying kid was talking my ear off. He is admiring my IG and just picks up my Basilisk. Doesn't ask me. I can't remember who said it, but they equated touching someone elses dice is like touching their balls. When he picked it up it was like he grabbed my weiner.
I didn't know what to say so I just said something along the lines of, "It's customary that you ask before you pick up somebodies miniatures". He puts it back down (after about dropping it) and just says "sorry, I've had a bad day."
After I thought about this kid I came up with a relatively easy way to explain him. Think of Opey off of the Andy Griffith show, but if Opey was born with the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck and Sheriff Taylor spent most of his free time drinking and making Opey sleep with the dogs.
This kid is basically the same, except that this kid is in the National Guard. I can't believe that I could be defended by his ginger butt someday.
Yea, i agree with almost everybody on this. I haven't played alot of games (Barely any, in fact) but i did play enough to play one with a like 11 year old, who, once i started to own his face, he started complaining that everything i did was against the rules and i just quit. Than, this little D-bag starts bragging that he totally owned me, even though it was just victory by default. I almost broke that kids neck, but i thought about those other kids that can be cool, and let him be, cause i didnt want to get thrown out of the store.
Grunt_For_Christ wrote:I can't tell you how many awkward moments I've had. There have been ... team because after I glued it back together he didn't say a word.
"Grunt for Christ?"
Dude, you Are Christ!
Captain, Jesus Christ never kicked this much ass!
Automatically Appended Next Post: Had a kid once knock a full coke, by accident into a tub of minis (layered in egg crate for transport) that I had (like a spastic moron) left open. He realizes what's gone on as soon as he does it, whips the coke out and puts it back where he knocked it from, looking around to see if he's been made.
I was upset, and took a moment to collect myself since the damage was already done. Also, it was partially my fault since I was the dumbass who left the tub lid off, AND it was a legit accident; I saw it happen.
I walked over and gently explained to the lad that his best course of action would have been to alert someone rather than try and cover it up (really, that's the only thing the sprog did wrong, upsetting as it was). As I was, rather gently, explaining this to the kid, dad sees me down on one knee talking ot the kid (Hey, I'm 6'3" and the kid was maybe 10), starts heading over to defend his spawn; until I explained it to dad and told him the great portion of the fault was mine. Pretty tense, but no one to be pissed at but myself in that case.
were actually not related in their content. The Cheese Elemental quote that was "This post deleted by Modquisition with suspension to follow. " was basically an attack on the United States Marine Corps, calling all Marines homosexuals. From what I understand, the mods had a race to see who could ban Cheese fastest for the comment.
The second post you quoted (Akira) was in reference actually to an on-topic post I made concerning an Awkward Gaming Moment that I had concerning some of my minis, a kid, a coke, and a poor choice made. The date time stamp of the post Akira was referencing: 01/06/2009 01:50:56 AM, just a few posts above in the thread.
A young lad who used to play at my local GW had what I assumed at the time to be some kind of psychological issue. Essentially he would rant and cry that the world was against him at the drop of a hat, and would go extremely red faced whilst doing so.
Anyway one games night he plays his SM against another kids IG. They play without much terrain and what little there was was concentrated in the deployment zones. I tutted but didn’t interfere figuring they would both learn the hard way how boring such games would be.
Anyway on the second turn the IG player fires his Lemon Russ and Demolisher and takes a massive chunk out of the Marine Squads standing in the open. Needless to say the kid started to scream and rant like nothing I've ever seen. What's worse was that he started to rave about how much of a looser he was and that it was no wonder his Dad had left him before bursting into tears. It transpired afterwards that the kids father had left his mother for another woman and the kid had been on medication for depression ever since.
It was really awkward and whilst I felt a great deal of pity for the lad his behaviour was very disruptive to the store. After a while he stopped coming to games nights, I feel guilty for saying this but I was very relived at that.
Gwar! wrote:Now you see, I'm also a spring chicken of 21 annoyed at how I can't separate myself from the generation that I so often criticize, as it IS my generation...
Gwar! wrote:Now you see, I'm also a spring chicken of 21 annoyed at how I can't separate myself from the generation that I so often criticize, as it IS my generation...
Fixed it for you.
Yes, because all those late 90's kids who have never been told in school that they are wrong because it might hurt their self esteem, or where they are not allowed to play team games with winners and losers because it might damage them emotionally are exactly the same as the Late 80's Kids who grew up like normal people.
Seriously, I deal with these kids EVERY week at the Local club that I run, and let me tell you, it wears thin after a while. They think they know everything and are never wrong, because no-one ever tells them they are.
Although, you are right on one point, 90% of "my Generation" are idiotic ****wits who don;t know left from right, and it saddens me that in the age where we literally have more information in a Week of the new York Times than someone got in their ENTIRE LIVES not 200 years ago, that very few utilise it.
Gwar! wrote:Now you see, I'm also a spring chicken of 21 annoyed at how I can't separate myself from the generation that I so often criticize, as it IS my generation...
Fixed it for you.
Yes, because all those late 90's kids who have never been told in school that they are wrong because it might hurt their self esteem, or where they are not allowed to play team games with winners and losers because it might damage them emotionally are exactly the same as the Late 80's Kids who grew up like normal people.
Seriously, I deal with these kids EVERY week at the Local club that I run, and let me tell you, it wears thin after a while. They think they know everything and are never wrong, because no-one ever tells them they are.
Probably because the 90's had the Backstreet Boys instead of Nirvana.
But in all seriousness, age-wise you are not that far off from many of the younger people who play 40k. Most are in their mid-teens (14, 15, 16). That IS your generation, and griping about a few 10 year old players acting like 10 year olds won't separate you from the problem. If you are upset that your FLGS is becoming a daycare, then talk to the parents.
If you aren't part of the solution, you are part of the problem. period.
I hate that whole hippie stuff about your selfesteem
especially that "every body gets an award" DELETED BY MODQUISITION BUT I AM NOT SAYING WHY SO EVERYONE CAN WONDER I once got an award for doing my homework. getting an award for something im supposed to do.
garret wrote:I hate that whole hippie stuff about your selfesteem
especially that "every body gets an award" bull s.h.i.t
I once got an award for doing my homework. getting an award for something im supposed to do.
Tell me about it. My Younger sisters Sports Day was nearly cancelled by her school because it "did not want to foster a hostile competitive learning environment".
Luckily the Parents had more sense than that and damn near marched on the school and got it reinstated
games not keeping score okay since its just for fun
games where everyone has to play okay
games where you cant heckle the batter not okay
my school almost cancelled cheerleading in order not to make the visiting team fell bad
I hate people my age, and that's freaky. Only because they're all a bunch of fething idiots who always think their right and make sooo much drama it's not funny.
Did they used to tell 8th graders that talking about someone's sexual preference is bad? Or that you shouldn't call someone a whore because she's had 3 different boyfriends IN THE SAME DAY? I don't think so.
regardless, I still throw some games to make kids feel better. when they gripe, they NEVER shut up.
OT, but I just realised Garret is from concord. That's where my dad works (And i work sometimes).
but anyways awkward moments. One time I was playing a 1k point game, my tau against my freind's nids. This was back when i was at around 700 points, so i borrowed another friends armless word bearers to proxy some pathfinders as i was considering getting some. I got soundly trounced, mostly because i neglected to realise than genestealers have both move through cover and fleet, and as a result deployed my 3-man stealth team less than 18 inches away from them (probably close to 12 actually). They got eaten like boneless chicken wings on hockey night in a sports bar. But that's not the awkward situation. A couple weeks later I was playing a game against The friend whom i'd borrowed the word bearers from. He played Word Bearers, and I had a full 1000 points then so we played a 1k annihilation game. The dice gods smiled upon e that day and i soundly trounced him in ways that had us both scratching our heads (things like my fire warriors kicking some lesser daemon's arses in CC, him rolling 1's every time he fired plasma or a demon weapon in CC) but that's also not the awkward part. At the end of the game it turned out he was missing one of his word bearers! we looked for it for around 10 minutes to no avail. I had to go because i had to be somewhere in half an hour. someone jokingly suggested i was trying to kidnap one to which we all laughed. but as we often do in my gaming cvub we took the joke further and pretended as if we could hear him screaming and cursing in my army box. I opened it up to "let him go" and lo and behind there it was sitting on top of my fire warriors! it was kinda awkward for a minute as it appeared i was actually trying to steal his min (I wasn't), but somone said "well, we can cancel the amber alert!" and we all laughed and it was good. (Amber alert is a Canadian thing where they broadcast "Amber Alert" messages on the radio and TV when a child goes missing). i gave it back to him and we figured i had somehow thought they were pathfinders again when i was clearing up my army.
Cryonicleech wrote:Hmmmm.....is it coincidental that there is an army recruiting center right next door to my FLGS......Let's hope not..:p
Seconded. I wouldn't trust any of the nerds I know with an automatic weapon.
Or any weapon.
Which would be very awkward indeed.
I've seen a kid cry recently since NONE of his friends would play 40k with him. I felt sad for him, so I played a game.
Well........he basically won by a landslide.
Only because I shot his Land Raider, he cried and yelled how he wasn't good at anything, and I consoled him by totally throwing the game.
His parents came over and gave me this long "thank you" type speech.
/Uber Sigh
That was a nice thing to do but letting him get his way by crying is doing him no favours at all. If his parents understood that then maybe he'd sort himself out.
My eldest is starting to get interested in gaming (she's going through a wants to be like daddy phase) and I'd be pretty annoyed if I saw someone totally throwing a game against her. Doubly so if they did it because she had a tantrum.
stonefox wrote:I was playing a game with a friend at the warhams store.
Mmmm... delicious Warhams.... (*hargle*)
chromedog wrote:We value a good sport player more than a cheesehead (and I'm not just making a derogatory remark about Dutch people).
You know, my American ethnocentricity is showing. First time I saw that, I had to re-read it because I though you were talking about a football fan from Wisconsin.
Nurgleboy77 wrote: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 know, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. I think I'm going to start doing this from now on!
punkisntdeadyet wrote: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.
I've been terrified every since.
Yowza, man. You'd think someone that age would clean up his language around someone significantly younger than himself. If it makes you feel any better, jerks like that tend to be a rarity.
mattyboy22 wrote: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.
Or maybe not...
halonachos wrote: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 can top that.
Awkward moment #1: I was playing in an escalation league a few months back. In my first-ever league game, I was getting trounced pretty soundly. It was turn 4 and my opponent got a telephone call. After hanging up, he said, eyes kind of distant and welling up with tears, "My uncle just died."
I was dumbfounded.
He sniffled, wiped a tear away, and said, "So, you wanna keep playing?"
"No, no, no," I said. "I... uh... I'll just concede. Yeah."
On a more lighthearted note...
Awkward moment #2: I was playing Classic Battletech at the friendly local gaming store. Most of the guys were in their late 20's or older, save for one of the player's kids, a lively little 10 year old who likes to play Battletech, too. Shooting phase of the first round was underway. Most players ducked behind partial cover or were out of range of my weaponry, save for the youngest player. He was all alone, in the midst of a flat area, completely vulnerable.
Now, for years, whenever I would play my Street Fighter or Samurai Showdown, there was this unspoken code that if a little kid wants to challenge you, you don't pound them into the ground and rub their faces in it. You let them get a free hit here or you "forget" to block there, and just generally take it easy on them. You still win (it's costing you a quarter, after all), but you let the kid get a few jollies along the way and let them walk away happy. It had always kinda carried over into other games I played, including Vs. System, Battletech, and Warhammer.
The guy running the game asked me to declare fire. "Um..." I stammered. "I... uh... I kinda want to shoot the kid, but..."
Before I could finish my sentence, everyone else chimed in.
"Go ahead."
"Light 'im up."
"Nobody would blame ya."
"It's his fault for standing there, anyway."
"So, I guess I'm shooting the kid, then."
Awkward moment #3: My friend and I were playing a friendly 1000 point game. This teenager (around 14?) comes up and asks to play. He has Tyranids. It was a little late to restart, being in the middle of turn 3 as it was, but we said we would play with him when we were done. The whole time my buddy and I were finishing up, the 'Nid kid and his friend were manhandling our models without asking, sometimes in an unsanitary manner. ("Wow." *wipe nose* *sniff* *wipe nose* "Cool paint job.")
So, 'Nid kid, my buddy, and I set up a three-way game. Fourth, Tau-playing guy says, "I want to play, too. Wait here." At that, he pretty much starts running the entire game, pulling out 3,000 points of Tau and declaring that he will take the three of us all at once. I shrug my shoulders. My friend shrugs his shoulders. Why the hell not?
Halfway through turn 1, 'Nid kid's mom picks him up, leaving my friend and myself at a supreme disadvantage over Tau guy.
spartanghost wrote:ah. I figured he'd go too far sooner or later. Hope he learns his lesson.
One could pray, but I am guessing not. Suspensions, to me, seem to be a bit more about protecting the community at large. I mean, after all; how do you really punish someone on the far end of the wire? I applaud the effort and see it as appropriate, but I just don't think it is incredibly effective. Prehaps multiple applications.
MagickalMemories wrote:
spartanghost wrote:ah. I figured he'd go too far sooner or later. Hope he learns his lesson.
He went too far sooner AND later.
It was really just a matter of time.
Reading many of his posts were Awkward Moments for me.
Eric
Agreed, MM. His posts appear to be stretching for some shock-jock quality. However I think his reach exceeds his grasp by quite the ways.
Gwar! wrote:Now you see, I was the other kind of person. I would have steam rolled him and made him quit 40k, because the game doesn't need players like that.
I'm also a bitter old man of 21 annoyed at how kids today get everything they want handed to them on a silver platter.
Why steamroll instead of teach? Did you never have someone teach you something in your life? You were not born knowing all you do, you learned much from you parents, other family members, and people surrounding you in your community. Well, you should have at any rate; that's the way it should be working. I think it is more likely that rather than actually believe that steamrolling is the better route "for the good of the 40k gaming community" (quotes for emphasis, I dont care about anyones MLA or AMA), you rather just would take the easy way out (steamrolling a child) as a matter of not knowing how to teach or being too disinterested to care enough to teach. Sure, teaching someone like that may come dangerously close to parenting, which is not your role; but if you are both in the same place at the same time, then you are a part of his community and he is going to learn from watching you, like it or not. And you would choose to exhibit a poor example that is full of lack of self-esteem and venom rather than a positive example that the kid might actually find something worthwhile to emulate? Also, as Che-Vito pointed out, you are very much of the same generation as the sprogs whom you put-down in your post. However, you are older, and they will look to you whether anyone there realizes they are doing it or not. Really, only you by choosing your reactions will be able to have any determination of what kind of examples they have to learn and draw their own comclusions from. So when you take shots at those young kids in the future for their behavior, you can take great pride in contributing to their problem by exhibiting emotionally bankrupt and completely self-absorbed behaviors for them to emulate. [sarcasm] Because I am sure that your example will make great strides in showing them how to be better people. [/sarcasm]
Darkreaver55 wrote:Pipe swung by human? Bonk. Ex-sewer pipe swung by vampire? Bonk! Ewwww.
I suddenly had flashbacks to "Shadow Hearts: Covenant."
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two_heads_talking wrote: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.. <snip> (I'll leave it to your imagination as to whether or not I was able to get the bonus...)
grizgrin wrote:Suspensions, to me, seem to be a bit more about protecting the community at large. I mean, after all; how do you really punish someone on the far end of the wire?
Well, if someone really is overly disruptive, Dakka management can always WarSeer somebody with a permaban...
Scott-S6 wrote:
That was a nice thing to do but letting him get his way by crying is doing him no favours at all. If his parents understood that then maybe he'd sort himself out.
My eldest is starting to get interested in gaming (she's going through a wants to be like daddy phase) and I'd be pretty annoyed if I saw someone totally throwing a game against her. Doubly so if they did it because she had a tantrum.
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Amen, Brother.
My youngest is 11 and showing an interest.
She may be the apple of my eye, but there's no way I'll EVER throw a game. Learning how to lose is as important as learning how to win, IMO.
I never threw a game against her brother & sister (20 & 23, respectively) on anything, and I'm not about to start now.
Teaches them how to be a good sport and that you can't always get everything in life.
grizgrin wrote:Why steamroll instead of teach? Did you never have someone teach you something in your life? You were not born knowing all you do, you learned much from you parents, other family members, and people surrounding you in your community. Well, you should have at any rate; that's the way it should be working. I think it is more likely that rather than actually believe that steamrolling is the better route "for the good of the 40k gaming community" (quotes for emphasis, I dont care about anyones MLA or AMA), you rather just would take the easy way out (steamrolling a child) as a matter of not knowing how to teach or being too disinterested to care enough to teach. Sure, teaching someone like that may come dangerously close to parenting, which is not your role; but if you are both in the same place at the same time, then you are a part of his community and he is going to learn from watching you, like it or not. And you would choose to exhibit a poor example that is full of lack of self-esteem and venom rather than a positive example that the kid might actually find something worthwhile to emulate? Also, as Che-Vito pointed out, you are very much of the same generation as the sprogs whom you put-down in your post. However, you are older, and they will look to you whether anyone there realizes they are doing it or not. Really, only you by choosing your reactions will be able to have any determination of what kind of examples they have to learn and draw their own comclusions from. So when you take shots at those young kids in the future for their behavior, you can take great pride in contributing to their problem by exhibiting emotionally bankrupt and completely self-absorbed behaviors for them to emulate. [sarcasm] Because I am sure that your example will make great strides in showing them how to be better people. [/sarcasm]
I teach while not going easy on them. If they want to beat me, they need to learn and improve. Throwing the first few games is not going to help them do that.
Awkward Moment:
Last night at the Tuesday League of 2000pts, matchups were handed out (I was only watching not playing). A couple of my friends got matched up against one another, a few acquaintences and so on. The awkward one however came when the friendly Nids player got pitted against a Chaos army....being run by his wife.
In and of itself that can be awkward, but what was more awkward was that he played her just like he played anyone else: in a calculating manner that sees him win most times.
So he wins, but in a way, he lost. His wife was more than a little pissed off by the end of the night......
So you are saying that anything but steamrolling is "going easy"? Also, you are saying that passive teaching is the only way to teach?
Riiiiiight.
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ShadowRocket wrote:Awkward Moment:
Last night at the Tuesday League of 2000pts, matchups were handed out (I was only watching not playing). A couple of my friends got matched up against one another, a few acquaintences and so on. The awkward one however came when the friendly Nids player got pitted against a Chaos army....being run by his wife.
In and of itself that can be awkward, but what was more awkward was that he played her just like he played anyone else: in a calculating manner that sees him win most times.
So he wins, but in a way, he lost. His wife was more than a little pissed off by the end of the night......
Wow, talk about not knowing when to pick your battles...
grizgrin wrote:So you are saying that anything but steamrolling is "going easy"? Also, you are saying that passive teaching is the only way to teach?
Riiiiiight.
I'm saying that is what works in my Experience. I have lost track of the number of kids I have taught. The Vast Majority of them have rallied up and committed themselves to beating me. I gave them a goal and made them work for it, something which a vast majority of kids today no longer get. Yes, I have had the occasional "Whaa whaa emoragequit" but I don't bother myself about them. Honestly, if a Kid cries at losing a game, what kind of person do you think they will grow up to be?
Possibly a better one if they are shown a better example and that they are worth a little investment, instead of seeing an "older" person quit on them because they are not worth the effort? Way to go, role model.
grizgrin wrote:Possibly a better one if they are shown a better example and that they are worth a little investment, instead of seeing an "older" person quit on them because they are not worth the effort? Way to go, role model.
No-one game two gaks when I was learning the game. I learnt it the way I teach it, and It just so happens I am really, really good at it. There is a method behind my madness
Aww, did someone get manhandled when he was a 40k virgin? Wow dude, it's just suppossed to be a game, not a neurosis. And you are NOW telling me that a dang minis game is your only experienceat teaching or being taught that was effective in your life?
grizgrin wrote:Aww, did someone get manhandled when he was a 40k virgin? Wow dude, it's just suppossed to be a game, not a neurosis. And you are NOW telling me that a dang minis game is your only experienceat teaching or being taught that was effective in your life?
No, but I have found that in areas of my life where I was challenged and made to work for achievement, rather than have everything handed to me, I have come out stronger. I don't understand why you are getting so upset over my teaching methods. Would you rather I throw every game I ever play against someone younger than me, then buy them fish and chips and congratulate them on a job well done? Has it not occurred to you that throwing a game against someone who wants to genuinely learn and improve at the game can be just as degrading as playing to the best of your ability and beating them?
A teaching game isn't really a game though. It's expected by both sides that the teacher will remind the new player of rules, explain why they can't make certain decisions, help with deployment and basic tactics (At least while still learning the rules), and often compile the lists ahead of time. At that point, playing for the win is kind of pointless, IMO.
Assuming a person isn't a seasoned wargamer, it takes most people 1 or 2 games just to master the flow of the turns and the basic rules, and another game or two after that to really catch on to tactics. It's really not until a player has a sound understanding of the game mechanics and how the units in both armies work that there is any game to win at all. Rather than "throwing" games, I think it's generally more useful to make sure to set up as many situations in game as possible to demonstrate mechanics: morale tests, sweeping advances, transports, reserves, etc.
After a few games, if they want to play, they can play, but even then there is a huge range of behaviors between "Welcome to thunderdome" and throwing the game that can be triggered based on the context of the game. What list I bring, what army I play, how strict I am on LOS and take backs, reminders of rules, reminders of mission requirements, etc. all can be used to help handicap a weaker player while still forcing them to actually rise to the occasion to win.
Modquisition on:
*Gentlemen, lets remember Dakka Rule #1: be polite. Lets keep this professional shall we?
Modquisition off:
*(is there a rule #2?)
*We may be talking semantics. One can play to best of their abilities with “youngins” but still be helpful. Going step by step talking tactics and rules as you go. Especially tactics. I personally like to do that. Also helping them make a list beforehand is good else they can be blown apart with no effort (as we all know listmaking is highly important)
-This meets both your statements so…cease fire no?
If a player is somewhat less than total newb I’ve also done the tactics but gave myself a point disadvantage to keep it a challenge for myself while at the same time allowing me to go full bore.
grizgrin wrote:So you are saying that anything but steamrolling is "going easy"? Also, you are saying that passive teaching is the only way to teach?
Riiiiiight.
I'm saying that is what works in my Experience. I have lost track of the number of kids I have taught. The Vast Majority of them have rallied up and committed themselves to beating me. I gave them a goal and made them work for it, something which a vast majority of kids today no longer get. Yes, I have had the occasional "Whaa whaa emoragequit" but I don't bother myself about them. Honestly, if a Kid cries at losing a game, what kind of person do you think they will grow up to be?
I learnt the rules by myself, no-one teached me so i don't know if steamrolling is the best, but when i face people who are learning the rules i put my back into it and try to win (emphasized because i don't win 40k regularly, AT-43 is a different matter, anyway), they need to learn how to fight
Example: Did hilter teach the rules of his Blitzkrieg to the French and British while committing it, of course not, its war (insert WAAAAGH here)!
Right but we're discussing Hilter, the mild mannered account down on floor 12, who likes to play Panzerleader, not HE WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED (Barney)...
grizgrin wrote:Possibly a better one if they are shown a better example and that they are worth a little investment, instead of seeing an "older" person quit on them because they are not worth the effort? Way to go, role model.
Personally, I don't see it as it somehow being my obligation to teach nooblets the game, or even setting any kind of example. I couldn't care less if they don't learn the rules, doubly so if they're not playing against me. As far as I'm concerned, the longevity of the hobby is someone else's problem, and I refuse to share in that burden.
I think the original post that started the whole steamrolling little kids conversation going had to do with someone that pulled out all stops on a six year old and sent him home crying.
It's like I said earlier, the only image that came to my mind was Kramer bragging about how he could beat anyone in his dojo. It turned out they were all kids not even half his size.
If it takes hauling a kid over the coals for someone to validate themselves as a man and master of toysoldiers, it's a pretty sad, small existence they live.
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mattyboy22 wrote: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.
That's pretty much the same thing I've seen when guys that age play against little kids to blow them away. The sad part is they talk about it for days and weeks after as though it was a major achievement. To such people, usually a good bowel movement is the highlight of their day.
Polonius wrote:A teaching game isn't really a game though. It's expected by both sides that the teacher will remind the new player of rules, explain why they can't make certain decisions, help with deployment and basic tactics (At least while still learning the rules), and often compile the lists ahead of time. At that point, playing for the win is kind of pointless, IMO.
Assuming a person isn't a seasoned wargamer, it takes most people 1 or 2 games just to master the flow of the turns and the basic rules, and another game or two after that to really catch on to tactics. It's really not until a player has a sound understanding of the game mechanics and how the units in both armies work that there is any game to win at all. Rather than "throwing" games, I think it's generally more useful to make sure to set up as many situations in game as possible to demonstrate mechanics: morale tests, sweeping advances, transports, reserves, etc.
After a few games, if they want to play, they can play, but even then there is a huge range of behaviors between "Welcome to thunderdome" and throwing the game that can be triggered based on the context of the game. What list I bring, what army I play, how strict I am on LOS and take backs, reminders of rules, reminders of mission requirements, etc. all can be used to help handicap a weaker player while still forcing them to actually rise to the occasion to win.
And here we finally have a realistic approach to teaching a child how to play a game. Application of force measured by wisdom.
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Gwar! wrote:
grizgrin wrote:So you are saying that anything but steamrolling is "going easy"? Also, you are saying that passive teaching is the only way to teach?
Riiiiiight.
I'm saying that is what works in my Experience. I have lost track of the number of kids I have taught. The Vast Majority of them have rallied up and committed themselves to beating me. I gave them a goal and made them work for it, something which a vast majority of kids today no longer get. Yes, I have had the occasional "Whaa whaa emoragequit" but I don't bother myself about them. Honestly, if a Kid cries at losing a game, what kind of person do you think they will grow up to be?
I learnt the rules by myself, no-one teached me so i don't know if steamrolling is the best, but when i face people who are learning the rules i put my back into it and try to win (emphasized because i don't win 40k regularly, AT-43 is a different matter, anyway), they need to learn how to fight
Example: Did hilter teach the rules of his Blitzkrieg to the French and British while committing it, of course not, its war (insert WAAAAGH here)!
Although i for one don't carry about winning.
I would take issue with the historical example. I am quite sur ethat, while Hitler was not in an active teaching mode as far as his intent, his military opponents were learning the entire time he was fighting.
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grizgrin wrote:Possibly a better one if they are shown a better example and that they are worth a little investment, instead of seeing an "older" person quit on them because they are not worth the effort? Way to go, role model.
Personally, I don't see it as it somehow being my obligation to teach nooblets the game, or even setting any kind of example. I couldn't care less if they don't learn the rules, doubly so if they're not playing against me. As far as I'm concerned, the longevity of the hobby is someone else's problem, and I refuse to share in that burden.
A personal choice. Some take it upon themselves to teach new people to shepherd along future players and do a part to help keep them engaged in the game and having fun. Some choose not. At least you put a face on it, not a front.
Per mod "request, I'll refrain form continuing my conversation with Gwar (although as far as anyone gettin upset, I have yet to see any exclamation points or 1's in polace of punctuation so I don't know where that came from) in this thread, however I answer PM's as regularly as life allows. Feel free.
Not sure if this qualifies as an "awkward gaming moment", but here goes.
Was playing at a store for a few months and started to get to know people who went there. Well there was this one guy (lets just call him Fester) who I gotten to know and he always beat me. I noticed one day he never drove himself to the store. So I pretty much began giving Fester a ride to the store so he could game some. Well after about 2 weeks of doing this a guy (Turner) came in the store and asked a cop (Hooch) that gamed there to step outside to talk to him. Since the owner (Gweedo) was half Italian couldnt help resist telling him that he didnt seem to have this fellow on the payroll. Of course the friendly retort was to inform me that maybe I should get in touch with my family and that they should know that the cops are on to them about their moonshine operation. After a few jokes back and forth Turner sticks his head into the store and ask Fester (who btw has placed himself away from us at the front toward the back setting up terrain) to come outside. Gweedo and I are like WTF. This random encounter is turning out quite eventful. Well Hooch comes back into the store and explains to us that Fester is a registered sex offender and should not have been coming to the store due to it being a place that kids do go. Of course I - the dipstick that gave the fellow a ride there - am apologizing about this fact and explaining I didnt know. Hooch tells me dont worry that wasnt my fault and the way they really snagged him was that he didnt register his new address that he had just moved to.
11/11/18.10:59AM wrote:Not sure if this qualifies as an "awkward gaming moment", but here goes.
Was playing at a store for a few months and started to get to know people who went there. Well there was this one guy (lets just call him Fester) who I gotten to know and he always beat me. I noticed one day he never drove himself to the store. So I pretty much began giving Fester a ride to the store so he could game some. Well after about 2 weeks of doing this a guy (Turner) came in the store and asked a cop (Hooch) that gamed there to step outside to talk to him. Since the owner (Gweedo) was half Italian couldnt help resist telling him that he didnt seem to have this fellow on the payroll. Of course the friendly retort was to inform me that maybe I should get in touch with my family and that they should know that the cops are on to them about their moonshine operation. After a few jokes back and forth Turner sticks his head into the store and ask Fester (who btw has placed himself away from us at the front toward the back setting up terrain) to come outside. Gweedo and I are like WTF. This random encounter is turning out quite eventful. Well Hooch comes back into the store and explains to us that Fester is a registered sex offender and should not have been coming to the store due to it being a place that kids do go. Of course I - the dipstick that gave the fellow a ride there - am apologizing about this fact and explaining I didnt know. Hooch tells me dont worry that wasnt my fault and the way they really snagged him was that he didnt register his new address that he had just moved to.
That is a very awkward moment there. Also, awesome name.
Scott-S6 wrote:
That was a nice thing to do but letting him get his way by crying is doing him no favours at all. If his parents understood that then maybe he'd sort himself out.
My eldest is starting to get interested in gaming (she's going through a wants to be like daddy phase) and I'd be pretty annoyed if I saw someone totally throwing a game against her. Doubly so if they did it because she had a tantrum.
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Amen, Brother.
My youngest is 11 and showing an interest.
She may be the apple of my eye, but there's no way I'll EVER throw a game. Learning how to lose is as important as learning how to win, IMO.
I never threw a game against her brother & sister (20 & 23, respectively) on anything, and I'm not about to start now.
Teaches them how to be a good sport and that you can't always get everything in life.
Eric
As an experienced parent, I fully expect you to agree that there's a whole world of difference between throwing a game and teaching a kid to play well though! Random irritating kids in stores are one thing, they're their parents' problem really, and getting trounced by older people with less patience is part of growing up. But your own kids are something else. My dad "taught" me to play chess. Which consisted of explaining the rules a couple of times and then completely hammering me into the ground 3 times in a row. Now my dad's not an a$$ (he's now 72 btw), and we love each other. He's just a lousy teacher. He never explained how I could have improved my game, and I was too young to work it out on my own. The upshot was that I never, ever, played chess again after that introduction.
Which is why, now, with kids of my own, of which the youngest two (6 and 8) are mad keen LotR collectors, I have tried really hard to have fun games with them. Some they win, some they lose, but they always keep coming back for more. I don't hammer them into the ground. Where they make mistakes I try and explain how they could have avoided them. Sometimes they make bad choices nevertheless, and then they see the consequences of their choices and learn from them. I always cut them plenty of slack and let them change their mind, and help them out with reminding them about rules that might help them and so on. Occasionally I completely hobble myself (perhaps take a couple of hundred points less, or half the might points of my heroes or something - although I never tell them I am doing that), in order to make sure they win this time after an apparently "fair" game. Sometimes I don't need to. As time goes on they are getting better and better, and are still thoroughly absorbed in the hobby - they'd play every night if they could. Teaching them to be good sports and how to lose graciously and win magnanimously are important I think, wouldn't you agree?
Can someone adopt me and teach me / buy me ice-cream etc? I know i'm almost 27 but I promise to kiss your cheek and i wub you daddie etc and play loads of games.
I even allow the lucky person to paint next to me and put his arm round me as a hug of bonding.
If required I am willing to unlearn my potty training.
I think that a bowel movement is far better than winning against anyone (be they young or old) who does not have a firm grasp on the game. In fact bowel movements are natural and healthy, where as over indulging in a brutal win of a new comer is not conducive to mental health.
I had a huge argument with my brother the other day about whether or not my cyborks got both of their armour and Invulnerable saves (this rarely comes up, since Orks never get saves). I kept telling him to show me in the book where it said I couldn't. He didn't find it, I looked and didn't find it, we called someone who looked and couldn't find it. All of this took half an hour. The rule was actually 3 pages or so after the armour/invuln/cover save rules.
He then completed trouncing me. 500 point Cybork armies are hard to build.
When I first starting gaming there was a very tall guy who was a regular at the shop I played in. He tended to wear very tight form fitting running shorts, and he always clearly went commando. With the gaming tables only coming up to upper thigh level, you generally tried to stay out of his deployment zone and focus on your own army.
It was a mentally traumatizing experience anytime you drew to play him in leagues or tournaments. I clearly still have scars, and I think this is why I cry myself to sleep each night.
I just remembered a fun story from my time as a redshirt at the Village GW in NYC. I'm brand new on the job and I'm an avid 40k player, so my boss decides to task me with teaching a group of younger (read: 8-10 year olds) how to play. Looking back on it I think my boss may not have been very fond of me. Continuing on, as I'm keeping this game going, dealing with all the little snots (who's parents miraculously disappeared) and trying to maintain my sanity in that hot and crowded little store, one of the kids looked up at me and asked "Do you have a bathroom?"
Of course we had a bathroom but it wasn't public, and the kid's parent wasn't anywhere to be found, so I went to ask my boss if he could use our bathroom in the back. I guess because it was such an odd situation he okayed it, so I go back to the kid and tell him to follow me to the bathroom. He looks up at me and tell me, "I don't have to use the bathroom anymore."
And who got to clean up the new lake on the floor? You guessed it, the new redshirt. I hate my life sometimes.
IAmTheWalrus wrote:I just remembered a fun story from my time as a redshirt at the Village GW in NYC. I'm brand new on the job and I'm an avid 40k player, so my boss decides to task me with teaching a group of younger (read: 8-10 year olds) how to play. Looking back on it I think my boss may not have been very fond of me. Continuing on, as I'm keeping this game going, dealing with all the little snots (who's parents miraculously disappeared) and trying to maintain my sanity in that hot and crowded little store, one of the kids looked up at me and asked "Do you have a bathroom?"
Of course we had a bathroom but it wasn't public, and the kid's parent wasn't anywhere to be found, so I went to ask my boss if he could use our bathroom in the back. I guess because it was such an odd situation he okayed it, so I go back to the kid and tell him to follow me to the bathroom. He looks up at me and tell me, "I don't have to use the bathroom anymore."
And who got to clean up the new lake on the floor? You guessed it, the new redshirt. I hate me life sometimes.
I actually was at the store not too long ago, liked the place, but won't be going back to play simply because of the fee. Sure, it may make good business sense, but I
ll stay at home and play with "counts as" scenery before I pay to play.
Osbad wrote:As an experienced parent, I fully expect you to agree that there's a whole world of difference between throwing a game and teaching a kid to play well though! Random irritating kids in stores are one thing, they're their parents' problem really, and getting trounced by older people with less patience is part of growing up. But your own kids are something else. My dad "taught" me to play chess. Which consisted of explaining the rules a couple of times and then completely hammering me into the ground 3 times in a row. Now my dad's not an a$$ (he's now 72 btw), and we love each other. He's just a lousy teacher. He never explained how I could have improved my game, and I was too young to work it out on my own. The upshot was that I never, ever, played chess again after that introduction.
Which is why, now, with kids of my own, of which the youngest two (6 and 8) are mad keen LotR collectors, I have tried really hard to have fun games with them. Some they win, some they lose, but they always keep coming back for more. I don't hammer them into the ground. Where they make mistakes I try and explain how they could have avoided them. Sometimes they make bad choices nevertheless, and then they see the consequences of their choices and learn from them. I always cut them plenty of slack and let them change their mind, and help them out with reminding them about rules that might help them and so on. Occasionally I completely hobble myself (perhaps take a couple of hundred points less, or half the might points of my heroes or something - although I never tell them I am doing that), in order to make sure they win this time after an apparently "fair" game. Sometimes I don't need to. As time goes on they are getting better and better, and are still thoroughly absorbed in the hobby - they'd play every night if they could. Teaching them to be good sports and how to lose graciously and win magnanimously are important I think, wouldn't you agree?
Oh, yes.
I agree whole-heartedly.
I hope I didn't give the indication that I was of the "trounce them soundly" faction.
My style's more like:
Run through some NON game scenarios (set up 2 units of SM's and practice shooting until it's understood, then assault until it's understood, etc) then build 2 IDENTICAL armies.
On their turn, explain what their options are and the possible outcomes of each, then let them decide which is best. If I went first, I explain what I'm doing as I do it, then give them one or 2 possible reasons I might have been doing that. On their turn, the options I give them will be appropriate, considering what MY moves were and what their goals are.
I always let them choose their own actions. At the end of the game, I explain why one action was better than another, et.
MY point was that *I* won't make stupid decisions that I wouldn't NORMALLY make (try not to leave models out in the open, unless they're a sacrificial diversion, etc). I think the only thing we disagree on (and it's a minor thing, really) is "hobbling" yourself. Win or lose, I want my kids to win or lose as even a game as possible.
grizgrin wrote:A bit creepy MM, but I would guess not impolite.
How long have you been stalking Polonius?
And should I be calling the police?
I don't know, sometimes I listen to the wisdom of the great Topper Harly from Hot shots:
"My father used to say that not playing to win is like sleeping with your sister. Sure she's a great piece of tail, with a blouse full of goodies, but... it's just illegal. Then you get into that whole inbred thing. Kids with no teeth who do nothing but play the banjo... eat apple sauce through a straw... pork farm animals. "
Not really appropriate, but I've always loved that quote.
Osbad wrote:As an experienced parent, I fully expect you to agree that there's a whole world of difference between throwing a game and teaching a kid to play well though! Random irritating kids in stores are one thing, they're their parents' problem really, and getting trounced by older people with less patience is part of growing up. But your own kids are something else. My dad "taught" me to play chess. Which consisted of explaining the rules a couple of times and then completely hammering me into the ground 3 times in a row. Now my dad's not an a$$ (he's now 72 btw), and we love each other. He's just a lousy teacher. He never explained how I could have improved my game, and I was too young to work it out on my own. The upshot was that I never, ever, played chess again after that introduction.
Which is why, now, with kids of my own, of which the youngest two (6 and 8) are mad keen LotR collectors, I have tried really hard to have fun games with them. Some they win, some they lose, but they always keep coming back for more. I don't hammer them into the ground. Where they make mistakes I try and explain how they could have avoided them. Sometimes they make bad choices nevertheless, and then they see the consequences of their choices and learn from them. I always cut them plenty of slack and let them change their mind, and help them out with reminding them about rules that might help them and so on. Occasionally I completely hobble myself (perhaps take a couple of hundred points less, or half the might points of my heroes or something - although I never tell them I am doing that), in order to make sure they win this time after an apparently "fair" game. Sometimes I don't need to. As time goes on they are getting better and better, and are still thoroughly absorbed in the hobby - they'd play every night if they could. Teaching them to be good sports and how to lose graciously and win magnanimously are important I think, wouldn't you agree?
Oh, yes.
I agree whole-heartedly.
I hope I didn't give the indication that I was of the "trounce them soundly" faction.
My style's more like:
Run through some NON game scenarios (set up 2 units of SM's and practice shooting until it's understood, then assault until it's understood, etc) then build 2 IDENTICAL armies.
On their turn, explain what their options are and the possible outcomes of each, then let them decide which is best. If I went first, I explain what I'm doing as I do it, then give them one or 2 possible reasons I might have been doing that. On their turn, the options I give them will be appropriate, considering what MY moves were and what their goals are.
I always let them choose their own actions. At the end of the game, I explain why one action was better than another, et.
MY point was that *I* won't make stupid decisions that I wouldn't NORMALLY make (try not to leave models out in the open, unless they're a sacrificial diversion, etc). I think the only thing we disagree on (and it's a minor thing, really) is "hobbling" yourself. Win or lose, I want my kids to win or lose as even a game as possible.
Eric
I understand. I thought we were probably coming from the same space, just wanted to check.
WRT the "hobbling" thing. I think, if I'm honest, I do it as often to give myself a challenge. With kids as young as my 2 are, then you have to really give them some sort of a hand, as they simply can't compute all the variables yet. So hobbling myself is a way of making sure that I still have to think about it in order to win, and means I don't feel too bad about capitalising on some of the mistakes the wee lads make.
We're wandering a bit off-topic. There's some really good conversation about how to teach people to play, so someone should start a seperate thread on that.
Wildeyedjester wrote:When I first starting gaming there was a very tall guy who was a regular at the shop I played in. He tended to wear very tight form fitting running shorts, and he always clearly went commando. With the gaming tables only coming up to upper thigh level, you generally tried to stay out of his deployment zone and focus on your own army.
It was a mentally traumatizing experience anytime you drew to play him in leagues or tournaments. I clearly still have scars, and I think this is why I cry myself to sleep each night.
Yes, the sight of something akin to a baby bird has no place whatsoever in a games store!
I would have said something, loudly, in front of people.
grizgrin wrote:A bit creepy MM, but I would guess not impolite.
How long have you been stalking Polonius?
And should I be calling the police?
I don't know, sometimes I listen to the wisdom of the great Topper Harly from Hot shots:
"My father used to say that not playing to win is like sleeping with your sister. Sure she's a great piece of tail, with a blouse full of goodies, but... it's just illegal. Then you get into that whole inbred thing. Kids with no teeth who do nothing but play the banjo... eat apple sauce through a straw... pork farm animals. "
Not really appropriate, but I've always loved that quote.
First off, it's not stalking if it's a coincidence that I end up everywhere he does... and I really DID think my car keys got in his shower stall. THAT is the ONLY reason I was there.
Second, Polonius....
NO.
DEFINITELY DO NOT CALL THE POLICE.
Third... thanks for yet another awkward moment with that quote. LOL
The first gaming/comic store I started going to when I was 10 always kinda smelled "funny" (like drugs, as I would later learn). They had a microwave set up, and from time to time you'd see dirty clothes back by the office door. The walls of the bathroom were covered in posters of half-naked female superhero-type people, and there were comic boxes labeled "Do not look in this box if you are not 18" in sharpie. Regardless, I went to this place to play Pokemon when it first appeared. I loved playing in the tournaments though some of the older guys were really mean, and I would see the TO taking money from them and them telling him who they wanted to play. Not to mention he would sometimes compete in the tournaments he was judging, which was always a no-no. After I stopped going there the shop closed down, and he and the owners got arrested for having kiddy porn. The thought of the place always creeps me out now. I never understood why my dad would insist on staying with me at the tournaments then.
Cannerus_The_Unbearable wrote:The first gaming/comic store I started going to when I was 10 always kinda smelled "funny" (like drugs, as I would later learn). They had a microwave set up, and from time to time you'd see dirty clothes back by the office door. The walls of the bathroom were covered in posters of half-naked female superhero-type people, and there were comic boxes labeled "Do not look in this box if you are not 18" in sharpie. Regardless, I went to this place to play Pokemon when it first appeared. I loved playing in the tournaments though some of the older guys were really mean, and I would see the TO taking money from them and them telling him who they wanted to play. Not to mention he would sometimes compete in the tournaments he was judging, which was always a no-no. After I stopped going there the shop closed down, and he and the owners got arrested for having kiddy porn. The thought of the place always creeps me out now. I never understood why my dad would insist on staying with me at the tournaments then.
why do people hate kids. sure a tonne of kids i no (im 12 btw) cheat, (one guys said sternguad wore artificer) but not all of them do. grrrr awkward gaming moment number 112. played a game against this 17 year old (dont know real age just 3-6 ears older than me) and he wasn't so annoying. But his friend was. this guy sat at the side all the way through chuckling everytime i made a stupid move. if he wasn't so big and i wasn't so small i would have told him to stup his fething trap. but i didnt.
Because the majority of the posters here are bitter old men, warped and shrunken by a lifetime's exposure to lead dust and glue fumes, who love nothing better than to go off on rants, usually along the lines of, 'Armor saves? What's this crap? Back in my day, when your model took wounds, you got a kick in the junk! And if you fell over, your model died! None of this namby-pamby FNP reroll stuff."
Also, in terms of being taught a game, this is why I don't play Hero-Clix. A guy offered to teach me how to play, and said I could select my force from his models. It was 100 points, and I thought wouldn't it be nifty to do Batman's Rogue gallery, and took the Joker, Riddler, Catwoman, Penguin, and two others, iirc. He built his lost next, and took Batman alright, and Superman, Wonderwoman, and the Flash. Batman was the only character on that roster who couldn't one-shot all of mine. Superman was invulnerable, and since all my characters were human level, none of them could hurt him. Flash not only had a much higher movement rate than any of my guys, but I think his special ability let him move-attack-move, so he could run up, one shot my character, and then get back out of range of retaliation. The only success I had in the entire game was when Joker managed to get a Mind Control on Wonderwoman, who I then had one-shot Batman, and after that the gloves REALLY came off and I got wiped out. So I learned all right, but damn if I have any inclination to ever play again.
Because the majority of the posters here are bitter old men, warped and shrunken by a lifetime's exposure to lead dust and glue fumes, who love nothing better than to go off on rants, usually along the lines of, 'Armor saves? What's this crap? Back in my day, when your model took wounds, you got a kick in the junk! And if you fell over, your model died! None of this namby-pamby FNP reroll stuff."
Probably something to do with the fact that kids tend to be less intelligent, immature, more prone to emotional outbursts at games, and generally less fun to play with then someone of the age of about 17+.
Ketara wrote:Probably something to do with the fact that kids tend to be less intelligent, immature, more prone to emotional outbursts at games, and generally less fun to play with then someone of the age of about 17+.
Aptly put. And really, what else can you expect? They're kids. Works in progress. Unfinished merchandise. Rough drafts.
grizgrin wrote:A bit creepy MM, but I would guess not impolite.
How long have you been stalking Polonius?
And should I be calling the police?
I don't know, sometimes I listen to the wisdom of the great Topper Harly from Hot shots:
"My father used to say that not playing to win is like sleeping with your sister. Sure she's a great piece of tail, with a blouse full of goodies, but... it's just illegal. Then you get into that whole inbred thing. Kids with no teeth who do nothing but play the banjo... eat apple sauce through a straw... pork farm animals. "
Not really appropriate, but I've always loved that quote.
And Polonius sinks down to my level with that post.
Ketara wrote:Probably something to do with the fact that kids tend to be less intelligent, immature, more prone to emotional outbursts at games, and generally less fun to play with then someone of the age of about 17+.
Aptly put. And really, what else can you expect? They're kids. Works in progress. Unfinished merchandise. Rough drafts.
A rough Diamond is still a Diamond. In Time with work it can be crafted into something worthwhile.
Coal on the other hand will never be anything but a Lump of Fuel.
I call BS. Just from random games at the GW store, I'd say the number of dumb kids I've had to deal with is pretty much on par with the number of dumb adults.
A rough Diamond is still a Diamond. In Time with work it can be crafted into something worthwhile.
Coal on the other hand will never be anything but a Lump of Fuel.
90% of Adults who play 40k are Coal, not Diamonds.
Ketara wrote:Probably something to do with the fact that kids tend to be less intelligent, immature, more prone to emotional outbursts at games, and generally less fun to play with then someone of the age of about 17+.
Aptly put. And really, what else can you expect? They're kids. Works in progress. Unfinished merchandise. Rough drafts.
Except, "kids" shouldn't then be defined as <17.
It should be defined as 13 to 30 or thereabouts, because that's the age at which "kids" are most annoying.
Cannerus_The_Unbearable wrote:The first gaming/comic store I started going to when I was 10 always kinda smelled "funny" (like drugs, as I would later learn). They had a microwave set up, and from time to time you'd see dirty clothes back by the office door. The walls of the bathroom were covered in posters of half-naked female superhero-type people, and there were comic boxes labeled "Do not look in this box if you are not 18" in sharpie. Regardless, I went to this place to play Pokemon when it first appeared. I loved playing in the tournaments though some of the older guys were really mean, and I would see the TO taking money from them and them telling him who they wanted to play. Not to mention he would sometimes compete in the tournaments he was judging, which was always a no-no. After I stopped going there the shop closed down, and he and the owners got arrested for having kiddy porn. The thought of the place always creeps me out now. I never understood why my dad would insist on staying with me at the tournaments then.
And this, gentlemen, is why in the thread about opening a new game store, there have been so many warnings against letting the place become a nerd-cave. The worst of the worst thrive in the darkness without the rest of the social spectrum to keep them in line.
1) Losing to a 13 year old. Mind you, he didn't have his codex or rule books and the TO didn't have the dex available at the time.
2) Slaughtering a young player's 1750 point Eldar army, while only losing 3 tactical marines and a bike.
3) Constantly explaining to the MtG players that i don't really play it, just every now and again when i can't get a game of 40k or WHFB.
4) Taking my (now ex) GF up to my LGS (She played MtG) and having her hit on by all the 13 to 16 year olds
1) Losing to a 13 year old. Mind you, he didn't have his codex or rule books and the TO didn't have the dex available at the time.
2) Slaughtering a young player's 1750 point Eldar army, while only losing 3 tactical marines and a bike.
3) Constantly explaining to the MtG players that i don't really play it, just every now and again when i can't get a game of 40k or WHFB.
4) Taking my (now ex) GF up to my LGS (She played MtG) and having her hit on by all the 13 to 16 year olds
4) I have had something similar happen with my girlfriend. When she dresses like a lady, and wears her glasses, she looks like someone in her mid-twenties, while when wearing her normal attire (t-shirt, jeans) and her contacts, she has been hit on by 13 year olds...
At which of course, I go into a jealous rage, and tell the 13 year old to stay away from my women or suffer my wrath!!!
Actually, it just gives me a good excuse to poke fun at her for a couple of days...
I was playing with my Tau against a Kroot Mercs player, Objective mission, he controlled 1 objective, I controlled 1, and 1 was uncontested, with a team of my fire warriors a single turn's run away from it, so i felt pretty confident in my victory. There is a piece of high, LOS blocking terrain between him and the uncontested objective.
Turn 6 rolls around, and he announced a difficult terrain test, rolls a 6, measures, and puts his squad on the other side of the building, taking the objective.
I contested that he couldn't do that, as the terrain was obviously impassable, and his gigantic models could never fit through the tiny decorative doors and windows (it wasn't official GW terrain)
We got into kind of an argument about it before he just packed up his army (well, the 2 remaining squads of it) and left, saying "if you're gunna be such a bitch about it i'll just leave"
1) Losing to a 13 year old. Mind you, he didn't have his codex or rule books and the TO didn't have the dex available at the time.
2) Slaughtering a young player's 1750 point Eldar army, while only losing 3 tactical marines and a bike.
3) Constantly explaining to the MtG players that i don't really play it, just every now and again when i can't get a game of 40k or WHFB.
4) Taking my (now ex) GF up to my LGS (She played MtG) and having her hit on by all the 13 to 16 year olds
4) I have had something similar happen with my girlfriend. When she dresses like a lady, and wears her glasses, she looks like someone in her mid-twenties, while when wearing her normal attire (t-shirt, jeans) and her contacts, she has been hit on by 13 year olds...
At which of course, I go into a jealous rage, and tell the 13 year old to stay away from my women or suffer my wrath!!!
Actually, it just gives me a good excuse to poke fun at her for a couple of days...
Hmmm......I don't know how I can even get my girlfriend near a GW
1) Losing to a 13 year old. Mind you, he didn't have his codex or rule books and the TO didn't have the dex available at the time.
2) Slaughtering a young player's 1750 point Eldar army, while only losing 3 tactical marines and a bike.
3) Constantly explaining to the MtG players that i don't really play it, just every now and again when i can't get a game of 40k or WHFB.
4) Taking my (now ex) GF up to my LGS (She played MtG) and having her hit on by all the 13 to 16 year olds
4) I have had something similar happen with my girlfriend. When she dresses like a lady, and wears her glasses, she looks like someone in her mid-twenties, while when wearing her normal attire (t-shirt, jeans) and her contacts, she has been hit on by 13 year olds...
At which of course, I go into a jealous rage, and tell the 13 year old to stay away from my women or suffer my wrath!!!
Actually, it just gives me a good excuse to poke fun at her for a couple of days...
Hmmm......I don't know how I can even get my girlfriend near a GW
call me a lucky bastard, and call it a day my friend. she loves painting 40K minis, d20 and Gurps roleplaying games, Star Wars, you name it.
There's this guy at my FLGS. Amazing guy, fun to play and be around, and just got elected president of our gaming club. He has HORRIBLE luck with his dice. It's always kinda hard to watch, because if something can go wrong, it WILL. I've watched him fire a vindicator at a huge cluster of genestealers, and it scatter the only possible way to miss them all. His lord has probably killed itself with it's plasma pistol more than any enemies have killed it.
Sidstyler wrote:Saw a guy walking around the store barefoot today. Strikes me as a bit awkward.
You say unsanitary, I say "free spirit"...
It was you, wasn't it?
No, I go barefoot most places (I travel/hitchhike a LOT), but not into stores...mainly for the comfort of others...
but man do I wish I lived in Canada...
Two guys got in a fight over FNP and a squad of Chaos Marines.
One guy said since his gun was AP 3 it didn't allow his armor so he got no FNP. The other guy retorted that this only applies to CC weapons and suitably insulted him. A fight then broke out and both had bruises. Both were brought outside and were told to finish their game on the sidewalk if they wanted to play.
So I played a game last night against a guy that I generally dread playing, but I needed to test a list so I was willing to play anybody. Guard on guard action so I figured it was just going to be shooting fest, but spends the game running into the barrels of my guns. We are setting up terrain and he is a stickler for 5 pieces (I have no idea why). Not a big deal, but when I suggested another piece he gives me this look like I asked him to a dance.
We're into the game and Turn 1 he rips one. It was borderline silent and all of the sudden I am bathed in a stink that Papa Nurgle would be proud of. I'm like and tell him to spare me the stink. No big deal to him. Wouldn't have been too big of a deal, but he drops another stink bomb half an hour later. At this point I'm borderline fed up, but I'm very, very patient with him (he's borderline special I think). Then around turn 5 he does something wrong and I correct him on it. He replies with, "*something unintelligble* ok lolz". He actually says lolz, wtf. The picture on my face was probably priceless. I do my required mental facepalm and carry on. I end up winning and he was cool afterwards (for him at least). I've seen him on the edge of tears after losses before so it was a nice change.
Game highlights: He deepstrikes a squad of stormtroopers in front of my Demolisher. Misses with his one meltagun shot. Next turn I make a Stormtrooper Slushie (very refreshing if I say so myself). He had a squad of Mech vets with meltaguns. He drives them right up to my LRMBT and shoots his meltaguns. Hits with all three. I'm thinking that my Russ is toast. He rolls for penetration and gets two 1s, a 1 and a 2, and a 1 and a 3. I then proceed to drop a pie plate on his squad next turn destroying his Chimera and 5 troopers.
I was new to my LGS and very new to 40K. Played against this guy who "played since 40K came out" and my DE were doing very well. Ended up winning the game, but the other guy said that it was a draw. Didn't care since I was new to the game and took it as a moral victory. As we were putting stuff away, he pulled out his figure box and flipped the lid open right down on top of my Talos.
I know accidents happen and all and I was expecting at least an appology. All I got was a shoulder shrug and "Opps." Packed his crap and walked out. Didn't react. Face was so hot I could have cooked an egg on my head.
There was another guy there watching the game and informed me that he was notorious for being a bad sport. Then he informed me that I did win against him.
Some people are just....
Well, special.
Funny thing is he was later caught cheating during friendly play and during a tourney. Yeah. No longer comes to our store.
I'd have "accidentally" kicked his minis case at some point.
And really, bad on you for not dumping his minis case to the floor right then and there as you grabbed your Talos...
Well, I was in shock when it happened and not really sure what to to. But, to be honest, there is no way that I could do that. I try to treat others as I want to be treated.
I know if I break or drop someone elses models, I just about crap myself. And then I feel like ork dung.
Sidstyler wrote:Saw a guy walking around the store barefoot today. Strikes me as a bit awkward.
You say unsanitary, I say "free spirit"...
It was you, wasn't it?
No, I go barefoot most places (I travel/hitchhike a LOT), but not into stores...mainly for the comfort of others...
but man do I wish I lived in Canada...
For the frostbite when you try walking around barefoot?
Gwar! wrote:A rough Diamond is still a Diamond. In Time with work it can be crafted into something worthwhile.
Coal on the other hand will never be anything but a Lump of Fuel.
90% of Adults who play 40k are Coal, not Diamonds.
Diamonds are not coal, have never been coal, or ever will come from coal. The diamonds on our planet are about 1.2-2.2 Billion years old. Coal is from a much more recent time frame. 450million years or so. Coal carbon comes from plant matter that was not allowed to decay, and diamonds come from the massive amounts of carbon that are in the mantle of the earth.
Diamonds are found in rare deposits of kimberlite (igneous intrusions) where coal is found in depositional layers of sedimentary rocks.
Gwar! wrote:A rough Diamond is still a Diamond. In Time with work it can be crafted into something worthwhile.
Coal on the other hand will never be anything but a Lump of Fuel.
90% of Adults who play 40k are Coal, not Diamonds.
Diamonds are not coal, have never been coal, or ever will come from coal. The diamonds on our planet are about 1.2-2.2 Billion years old. Coal is from a much more recent time frame. 450million years or so. Coal carbon comes from plant matter that was not allowed to decay, and diamonds come from the massive amounts of carbon that are in the mantle of the earth.
Diamonds are found in rare deposits of kimberlite (igneous intrusions) where coal is found in depositional layers of sedimentary rocks.
All that aside good analogy
I never said Coal and Diamonds were interchangeable. If I wanted that I would have Used Graphite, both Graphite and Diamonds being allotropes of Carbon and all. I was saying that 90% of people who play 40k are Coal, and will never amount to anything, while 10% of people are diamonds that can be crafted into something beauitiful.
Cryonicleech wrote:Two guys got in a fight over FNP and a squad of Chaos Marines.
One guy said since his gun was AP 3 it didn't allow his armor so he got no FNP. The other guy retorted that this only applies to CC weapons and suitably insulted him. A fight then broke out and both had bruises. Both were brought outside and were told to finish their game on the sidewalk if they wanted to play.
stonefox wrote:I was playing a game with a friend at the warhams store. Then a girl walked in.
I see your "girl" and a raise you a stripper with a Necron Army. It was not pink.
Really? wow.......I think I know who wins the "Most Awkward" Award.
@Gwar: Your correct, I never did specifically say it was a girl. I did however assume you'd all come to the conclusion in context of the statement.
@Cryonicleech: It was not an akward game at all. I just had to sit down for most of the game. But atleast I'd seen boobies before, the guy she played after me never looked at the board once. Poor guy.
1-First few times I walk into any gaming store
*"Excuse me ma'am, are you here for your son?"
*"The salon is 2 doors down."
*"Can I help you find anything?"(when the shop is like 12ft square)
2-When I show up to a shop for a tournament: (girls are not deaf or hard of hearing)
I wont list the specific things said, but they range from vulgar, to 'sweet, a chick, theres an easy win'
More exact awkward moments, I should preface Im not the meek quiet sort. I worked in a super max prison for almost 10 years. After that its unlikely a gamer could say something I find genuinely offensive, but they better expect it to work both ways.
At a small tourney a few years ago I showed up at a store tourney. I had never played at this store, and didnt know any of the regulars there. So the guy during the first round had his son there with him, kid was maybe 10. And ole dad starts off with 'Well son, hopefully I can still show you how ot play today. Girls are good at painting but dont know how to fight. So this will be too easy. Maybe the next game will work better."
3 turns later, my night lords were mostly twiddling their thumbs, as this guy danced around me with his blood angels after I picked off his dreads, pred, and min/maxed scouts. Finally, on the last turn he tries to charge my lord with his DC & chaplain, but pulled an inch short. I shot them up, with 3 squads, and finished it off with my lord in assault. My total loss was 8 CSM's.
Dad was pissed, slappin rule books around, rollin his eyes with the big sighs. The whole time his kid was pretty quiet. And then says 'Dad, I want her to teach me to play, she kicked your butt!' O.o Awkward silence...
So I tell the kid "Your dad was being nice and let me win. But its ok to beat girls if its just a game, so tell him not to be so nice next time." Dad was turning red, like he was ready to pop an o-ring or something. Made me sad he was so focused on the WAAC that he didnt even realise I kept him from looking like a slow in front of his kid.
Deffo, and finally a story that is well writen, awkward gaming moments for me recently include, my first game with the new guard codex against a player with the demons codex, i completely whipped him so he forfited 1 turn from the end, then would'nt admit that i had beaten him, shocking...
Cryonicleech wrote:Two guys got in a fight over FNP and a squad of Chaos Marines.
One guy said since his gun was AP 3 it didn't allow his armor so he got no FNP. The other guy retorted that this only applies to CC weapons and suitably insulted him. A fight then broke out and both had bruises. Both were brought outside and were told to finish their game on the sidewalk if they wanted to play.
The hilarious part is that they are both wrong.
Exactly. Seven people told him it was AP 2, But neither of them were paying attention.
Mistress of minis wrote:So I tell the kid "Your dad was being nice and let me win. But its ok to beat girls if its just a game, so tell him not to be so nice next time." Dad was turning red, like he was ready to pop an o-ring or something. Made me sad he was so focused on the WAAC that he didnt even realise I kept him from looking like a slow in front of his kid.
1-First few times I walk into any gaming store
*"Excuse me ma'am, are you here for your son?"
*"The salon is 2 doors down."
*"Can I help you find anything?"(when the shop is like 12ft square)
2-When I show up to a shop for a tournament: (girls are not deaf or hard of hearing)
I wont list the specific things said, but they range from vulgar, to 'sweet, a chick, theres an easy win'
More exact awkward moments, I should preface Im not the meek quiet sort. I worked in a super max prison for almost 10 years. After that its unlikely a gamer could say something I find genuinely offensive, but they better expect it to work both ways.
At a small tourney a few years ago I showed up at a store tourney. I had never played at this store, and didnt know any of the regulars there. So the guy during the first round had his son there with him, kid was maybe 10. And ole dad starts off with 'Well son, hopefully I can still show you how ot play today. Girls are good at painting but dont know how to fight. So this will be too easy. Maybe the next game will work better."
3 turns later, my night lords were mostly twiddling their thumbs, as this guy danced around me with his blood angels after I picked off his dreads, pred, and min/maxed scouts. Finally, on the last turn he tries to charge my lord with his DC & chaplain, but pulled an inch short. I shot them up, with 3 squads, and finished it off with my lord in assault. My total loss was 8 CSM's.
Dad was pissed, slappin rule books around, rollin his eyes with the big sighs. The whole time his kid was pretty quiet. And then says 'Dad, I want her to teach me to play, she kicked your butt!' O.o Awkward silence...
So I tell the kid "Your dad was being nice and let me win. But its ok to beat girls if its just a game, so tell him not to be so nice next time." Dad was turning red, like he was ready to pop an o-ring or something. Made me sad he was so focused on the WAAC that he didnt even realise I kept him from looking like a slow in front of his kid.
I really don't see the point of all this gender discrimination. Jesus, you lost a game. Be a Fething man and move on.
I've seen a kid throw a tantrum for a good half and hour when he lost at Guitar Hero.
When I was a kid I would get pissed off at Super Mario Bros. My mom would turn off the NES and tell me to outside. Too bad we can't have a token "Mom" in each game store to send the kids (or kid-like adults) outside when they start throwing a fit.
barlio wrote:When I was a kid I would get pissed off at Super Mario Bros. My mom would turn off the NES and tell me to outside. Too bad we can't have a token "Mom" in each game store to send the kids (or kid-like adults) outside when they start throwing a fit.
Mistress of Mini's...
I just have to say kudos to you!
I don't know if I could have resisted rubbing the kids loss in the dads face. (But here parents don't seem to get involved). Anyway, that took a lot of guts/self-control and proved that you were the better wo/man.
Magickal/Eric, my phone # is 1-900-555-1234 only 4.99 a minute, but I might cut a 20% Daaka discount ^_^
And Gwar is probly right about the 90% ratio. In a game store filled with the avg gamer mine are smaller....some day I'll get them converted from Rhino to Land Raider.
Which brings up another moment in awkward gaming.
A big RTT style tourney, wall to wall nerdism. I end up playing a nice, but rather large fellow. Hes playing cheese 3rd ed chaos with atrocious tuna can defilers(yes seriously). Im runnin my Dark Eldar swarm of 120 warriors on foot (was sick in 3ed). So, as the game ends and we're rounding up figs I notice Im a warrior short and start looking for it. My opponent sits down and starts complaining about his bad circulation and how standing for long periods makes them hurt.
After searching for a few minutes the kid at the next table says 'I found him!' and points at my opponents flip flop on the floor.
The guy looks at his flip flop and takes it off....the now bitz worthy DE warrior firmly embedded in the bottom. And his bayonet poking through the flip flop. Fat guy "Well jeeze, no wonder my foot hurt..."
Only thing I could say "Guess he made his death or glory check."
Gwar! wrote:Well I wanted to stop it before everyone started PMSing all over the place </Troll>
Gwar, dont worry hun, I'll carry my Banner of Khorne when that happens.
Which, brings up another tourney tale.
I got stuck playing a TFG with a khorne army. Ya know the type, a pre-pubescent 40 yo that likes the big events so he can scream Waaaaaaaaaaaggghhhh and not look slowed?
Ya, that guy. This one also would shout 'Blood for the blood god!!' everytime he rolled dice for just about anything.
So, by turn three, my migraines flaring from this shouting lunatic. Polite requests to yell elsewhere just seemed to egg him on.
So he took a bathroom break. And I was diggin through my purse for some ibuprofen. Not worrying about the bystanders, I was emptying my purse out to accomplish my search.
One of the guys freinds came over 'Im sorry hes being such a slow. Hes like that when hes sober. Can I borrow that?' and he pointed to the tampax in the pile of my purse junk.
Sorta dubious I ask "Umm what for?"
"An on the spot conversion and photo opportunity"
So, being amused by the novelty of a guy that wasnt afraid of a tampax in its wrapper I gave it to him.
He propped it in the claws of his buddies khornate dread, label out. And whipped up a lil speech bubble sign "Rawr!! Blud 4 the blud....omfg....noooooo not the Tampax god!"
So, the khorne loonie comes out of the bathroom and sees his army getting pics taken by like 20 people. He looked at me, looked at the sign- and looked at his freind. Flipped him the bird. And we kept playing.
Ever since that day Ive considered modifying a nerf dart gun to shoot lil tampax at the screamin retards until they shut up.
Gwar! wrote:Well I wanted to stop it before everyone started PMSing all over the place </Troll>
Gwar, dont worry hun, I'll carry my Banner of Khorne when that happens.
Which, brings up another tourney tale.
I got stuck playing a TFG with a khorne army. Ya know the type, a pre-pubescent 40 yo that likes the big events so he can scream Waaaaaaaaaaaggghhhh and not look slowed?
Ya, that guy. This one also would shout 'Blood for the blood god!!' everytime he rolled dice for just about anything.
So, by turn three, my migraines flaring from this shouting lunatic. Polite requests to yell elsewhere just seemed to egg him on.
So he took a bathroom break. And I was diggin through my purse for some ibuprofen. Not worrying about the bystanders, I was emptying my purse out to accomplish my search.
One of the guys freinds came over 'Im sorry hes being such a slow. Hes like that when hes sober. Can I borrow that?' and he pointed to the tampax in the pile of my purse junk.
Sorta dubious I ask "Umm what for?"
"An on the spot conversion and photo opportunity"
So, being amused by the novelty of a guy that wasnt afraid of a tampax in its wrapper I gave it to him.
He propped it in the claws of his buddies khornate dread, label out. And whipped up a lil speech bubble sign "Rawr!! Blud 4 the blud....omfg....noooooo not the Tampax god!"
So, the khorne loonie comes out of the bathroom and sees his army getting pics taken by like 20 people. He looked at me, looked at the sign- and looked at his freind. Flipped him the bird. And we kept playing.
Ever since that day Ive considered modifying a nerf dart gun to shoot lil tampax at the screamin retards until they shut up.
Best
story
Evar!
I laughed.... I cried... I peed my pants a little...
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Gwar! wrote:Why is it women always seem to either Play Dark Eldar, Tyranids, Emperors Children or Sisters of Battle.
Seriously I have known like 8 or 9 and they all play one or more of that list of armies, nothing more.
I think I'm hanging around with some odd women (>.<')
My GF <3 Necrons... My friend Kara has eldar.... and my friend jackie has wood elves... My friend Brittney has like 6 armies she is painting but loves Khorne
lol, again M of M's you suceed in impressing me. I know guys that would punch people for breaking ANY of thier models and the fact that you managed to deal with a screaming freak for so long makes me wonder if you actually have emotions? Or are you like the hulk and you let it all out later in a green explosion of facepalms?
Anyway, I will try to follow your patient example. But I don't know if I can! LOL, again...
biig 40k tourney in the middle of manchester. now i'm young (possibly youngest on dakka) at the age of 12. and i LUV da tourneys. the game was called battle for lucius forge. walked in at 5 pm (i thought there and then its gonna end late) and OMG shock horror. EVERYONE (including me) was a nerd. I mean long greasy hair everywhere. i was the youngest by at least 10 years. got out my chaos army. OMFG where is the friggin army list. the guy made me wirte it all out again. so ye played a couple of rounds. mixed results. killed a few enemys got a few objectives. now I'm not great on the rules. I have never played an apocalypse game this size. I have only played small seize objective games. never knew you could take objectives with anyone. I thought it was just troops. so anyway the game ended at about 10 pm and the whole centre was shut. I had 2 lug a heavy case to the nearest exit (quite far away) and sit there whilst a security guard opened the door. All the time i could tell he was just thinging about me being a nerd (and hardcore porn ((he was 26 what do you expect))) so ye. I got home at 11pm. 4 ours later than i should have. HARD CORE NERDINESS FTW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How about my dad showing his friends the club. (I wanted to crawl under a rock). I think he was having a luagh at my expense...
(Whisper: Revenge shall be mine...)
"Okay, so like, I was playing the nerdy game we all like. WITH OTHER NERDS! And we were all being all nerdy and gak. And then I lost my army list. And then I got to go home and the security guard was like 'Wow you're a fething nerd' and I was like 'I KNOW!'
Nerd nerd nerd!"
Reading that post was a pretty awkward moment for me.
deadly chicken wrote:you all need help. (apart from mistress)
Not in my state!
though, then again, I know no one else who lives in the state of denial (probably why I failed Geo class :p)
Yesterday, I had planned an 8 man Apocalypse game, 3,000 points with 750 points per man. I had all the lists written out and damn near memorized. I had been planning this for two whole weeks. I had written down the objectives, which benefits they had, and even a house rule to spice things up.
We got to turn 3. Everyone quit either out of boredom or the fear that they would lose.
Here’s a moment of inadvertent cruelty on my part:
I was hanging out at my local gaming store and a kid comes up to me and starts going off about Pokemon. I had seen the show due to a friend pressuring me to watch it with him – as he swore it was the funniest thing ever.
Well, I knew enough of the show’s premise to involve myself in the little amount of the conversation the little guy desired. He was clearly fully immersed into the fantasy realm. So, he was rambling on about the show and the card game when I posed the following query. Since all the fauna in the in the Pokemon world are either humans or pokemon. Who is Ash and his buddies eating when they enjoy a hamburger? Well the kid paused for a moment, considered it, and concluded that I had just destroyed his world. I swear I was just entertaining a notion that just popped into my head, I had absolutely no desire to scar the kid. I still feel a little bad about it to this day.
Grunt13 wrote:Here’s a moment of inadvertent cruelty on my part:
I was hanging out at my local gaming store and a kid comes up to me and starts going off about Pokemon. I had seen the show due to a friend pressuring me to watch it with him – as he swore it was the funniest thing ever.
Well, I knew enough of the show’s premise to involve myself in the little amount of the conversation the little guy desired. He was clearly fully immersed into the fantasy realm. So, he was rambling on about the show and the card game when I posed the following query. Since all the fauna in the in the Pokemon world are either humans or pokemon. Who is Ash and his buddies eating when they enjoy a hamburger? Well the kid paused for a moment, considered it, and concluded that I had just destroyed his world. I swear I was just entertaining a notion that just popped into my head, I had absolutely no desire to scar the kid. I still feel a little bad about it to this day.
Grunt13 wrote:Here’s a moment of inadvertent cruelty on my part:
I was hanging out at my local gaming store and a kid comes up to me and starts going off about Pokemon. I had seen the show due to a friend pressuring me to watch it with him – as he swore it was the funniest thing ever.
Well, I knew enough of the show’s premise to involve myself in the little amount of the conversation the little guy desired. He was clearly fully immersed into the fantasy realm. So, he was rambling on about the show and the card game when I posed the following query. Since all the fauna in the in the Pokemon world are either humans or pokemon. Who is Ash and his buddies eating when they enjoy a hamburger? Well the kid paused for a moment, considered it, and concluded that I had just destroyed his world. I swear I was just entertaining a notion that just popped into my head, I had absolutely no desire to scar the kid. I still feel a little bad about it to this day.
Hahahahaa
Gotta EAT THEM ALLLL!!
I see a whole new food line...Pokeburgers... served in those lil red & white spheres....(this may seem funnier to me since I jsut woke up and have a migraine.....)
Glad you guys enjoyed the story. I actually have a history of such spontaneous, callous acts of jackassery. Two more examples come to mind. Both are non-gaming related, happened when I was in high school. I feel the need to point out that I was a jock in the sense that I am a big guy who played football and lacrosse.
First: While in high school there was a petite, preppy girl who was one year my junior. I knew her because she was always hanging around one of my friends who she was obvious was interested in. Well I walked into the cafeteria half way through lunch and saw that she was sitting alone by a large table and her body language and demeanor spoke that she was clearly upset. She was not someone I normally associated directly with and only knew her through my other friends, but I decided to sit at the other end of the table and quietly ate my lunch without speaking to her.
After I finished my meal I looked up at her and she smiled apparently grateful for my silent company. I returned her smile and sat there with neither of saying anything for a few minutes. Then I turn my view up to the ceiling and said the following:
“ I wonder how many dead and frozen animals are orbiting us right now thanks to early American and Russian space exploration?”
She managed to land a kick to the shins and a few blows to my head before I threw my hands over my head and fled the café. Still don’t know what had her worked up to begin with, but I hope I let her vent some frustration.
Second: This happened during math class. My teacher was out so the period was turned into a study hall. I was sitting there wearing my football jersey as I had an upcoming game doing my homework when I noticed the individual sitting next to me. She was reading a huge book on fairies, one that I had glanced through at one time. The girl, at the time I didn’t even know her name, was a bit of a shy, free spirit type. She would wear glitter and I remember seeing her in a fairy wings and similar getups in the past. I also knew she worked at a pet store and was likely an animal lover.
I looked over to her and make a comment about how I enjoyed the book she was reading. She lights up on the fact that another person from the school could even be remotely interested in fairies let alone the big jock sitting next to her. The book was a very serious portrayal of fairies their anatomy culture, how they conceal themselves from humans the whole bit – fairies were real, the book said so.
So we get into a riveting discussion about fairies, their culture, perspective, basically everything. I am enjoying myself and she is near ecstatic to be involved in a fairy discussion. Right about now some small dark part of my psyche said, “She vulnerable strike now!!” So despite the fact I was having a pleasant and intellectually stimulating conversation, I started the following dialogue:
Me: Yeah fairies are cool; too bad they don’t exist.
Her: (shocked look on her face, like someone slapped her) They do to exist!
Me: If that is true how come my all fairy traps keep turning up empty.
Her: (Half laughing half crying, clearly worked up) They’re just too smart to get capture in your traps!
Me: Ah come off it, they can’t be that much smarter than squirrels.
Her: (Speechless)........
Well she was… I guessed worked up would be the best way to describe her state of mind. A voice behind me from someone who was listening in just said, “Awesome”. She went back to reading her book and I went back to finishing my homework. If it makes people feel better we later became friends after that and we often had many more interesting conversations.
I just can’t seem to help myself when presented with these opportunities. It's instinctual or something- I have made enemies due to this personality fault of mine.
I couldn't have lasted for that long in a serious conversation about faries. I'm not even going to our next gamer hang-out because one of our players is inviting 2 of his friends that are curious about 40k. the problem? All 3 of them are Mormon. I can barely deal with one at a time...
Grunt13 wrote:Glad you guys enjoyed the story. I actually have a history of such spontaneous, callous acts of jackassery. Two more examples come to mind. Both are non-gaming related, happened when I was in high school. I feel the need to point out that I was a jock in the sense that I am a big guy who played football and lacrosse.
First: While in high school there was a petite, preppy girl who was one year my junior. I knew her because she was always hanging around one of my friends who she was obvious was interested in. Well I walked into the cafeteria half way through lunch and saw that she was sitting alone by a large table and her body language and demeanor spoke that she was clearly upset. She was not someone I normally associated directly with and only knew her through my other friends, but I decided to sit at the other end of the table and quietly ate my lunch without speaking to her.
After I finished my meal I looked up at her and she smiled apparently grateful for my silent company. I returned her smile and sat there with neither of saying anything for a few minutes. Then I turn my view up to the ceiling and said the following:
“ I wonder how many dead and frozen animals are orbiting us right now thanks to early American and Russian space exploration?”
She managed to land a kick to the shins and a few blows to my head before I threw my hands over my head and fled the café. Still don’t know what had her worked up to begin with, but I hope I let her vent some frustration.
Second: This happened during math class. My teacher was out so the period was turned into a study hall. I was sitting there wearing my football jersey as I had an upcoming game doing my homework when I noticed the individual sitting next to me. She was reading a huge book on fairies, one that I had glanced through at one time. The girl, at the time I didn’t even know her name, was a bit of a shy, free spirit type. She would wear glitter and I remember seeing her in a fairy wings and similar getups in the past. I also knew she worked at a pet store and was likely an animal lover.
I looked over to her and make a comment about how I enjoyed the book she was reading. She lights up on the fact that another person from the school could even be remotely interested in fairies let alone the big jock sitting next to her. The book was a very serious portrayal of fairies their anatomy culture, how they conceal themselves from humans the whole bit – fairies were real, the book said so.
So we get into a riveting discussion about fairies, their culture, perspective, basically everything. I am enjoying myself and she is near ecstatic to be involved in a fairy discussion. Right about now some small dark part of my psyche said, “She vulnerable strike now!!” So despite the fact I was having a pleasant and intellectually stimulating conversation, I started the following dialogue:
Me: Yeah fairies are cool; too bad they don’t exist.
Her: (shocked look on her face, like someone slapped her) They do to exist!
Me: If that is true how come my all fairy traps keep turning up empty.
Her: (Half laughing half crying, clearly worked up) They’re just too smart to get capture in your traps!
Me: Ah come off it, they can’t be that much smarter than squirrels.
Her: (Speechless)........
Well she was… I guessed worked up would be the best way to describe her state of mind. A voice behind me from someone who was listening in just said, “Awesome”. She went back to reading her book and I went back to finishing my homework. If it makes people feel better we later became friends after that and we often had many more interesting conversations.
I just can’t seem to help myself when presented with these opportunities. It's instinctual or something- I have made enemies due to this personality fault of mine.
I'm not sure why that was such a horrifying realization in the case of the Pokemon kid. I was under the impression that they didn't really keep it a secret. Hell, in the first game (if I remember right, this was back in middle school after all) Team Rocket starts catching/stealing Slowpokes with the intent of selling their tails as they're considered a delicacy or some such, right?
Sidstyler wrote:I'm not sure why that was such a horrifying realization in the case of the Pokemon kid. I was under the impression that they didn't really keep it a secret. Hell, in the first game (if I remember right, this was back in middle school after all) Team Rocket starts catching/stealing Slowpokes with the intent of selling their tails as they're considered a delicacy or some such, right?
Indeed they did. I also believe they ate pidgie eggs at some point on the show, but its honestly been a million years since I saw that. I couldn't say for sure. I seem to have forgotten much of my childhood. Damned adolesence.
Grunt13 wrote:
I just can’t seem to help myself when presented with these opportunities. It's instinctual or something- I have made enemies due to this personality fault of mine.
Yeah, some do have that instinct. It's called schadenfreude and is correlated with envy or self-esteem issues. In a few cases, it manifests in males when they feel someone receives a just punishment.
Sidstyler wrote:I'm not sure why that was such a horrifying realization in the case of the Pokemon kid. I was under the impression that they didn't really keep it a secret. Hell, in the first game (if I remember right, this was back in middle school after all) Team Rocket starts catching/stealing Slowpokes with the intent of selling their tails as they're considered a delicacy or some such, right?
Indeed they did. I also believe they ate pidgie eggs at some point on the show, but its honestly been a million years since I saw that. I couldn't say for sure. I seem to have forgotten much of my childhood. Damned adolesence.
Actually, in one of the earlier episodes, Ash mails a Krabby to Professor Oak. When they speak on the video phone, Oak tells him that Gary sent him a much bigger Krabby, and then goes on to talk about how he's going to eat the Krabby. Additionally, in the first season, the pokemon world does seem to have non-pokemon fauna. Additionally, it stands to reason that it must, based on the description of the pokemon (if Pikachu is defined as an electric rat, then clearly they must have a "rat" to compare it to, etc.).
Why do I know that?
We visited our store today to browse and use the tables during a tournament. Two kids came over and talked to us the entire time. It was brutal. We got out of there quick because they had someone set us up for a 2 on 2 game we had never even agreed to.
Grunt13 wrote:
I just can’t seem to help myself when presented with these opportunities. It's instinctual or something- I have made enemies due to this personality fault of mine.
Yeah, some do have that instinct. It's called schadenfreude and is correlated with envy or self-esteem issues. In a few cases, it manifests in males when they feel someone receives a just punishment.
/Did I just schadenfreude?
I don’t think that’s the proper label for it. I wasn’t fuelled by a desire to inflict pain or injury to people – it’s not like I laughed at people falling down a flight of stairs or being set on fire. I was more driven by a curiosity of seeing human behavior when teased with a different perspective – I was not setting out to inflict duress. But I will admit I probably went to far with some people in my day, that pokemon kid will not likely forget me.
A while back at my LGS, this young kid (complete idiot) asked me and a few of the other guys if one of us could help him put his Tau together. I offered to assist him in doing so, and he asks if he could look at my Marines, i allow him to and he goes "Why would i want someone who has a gak army like yours to help me" as most of my minis are just starting to get painted. He then asks a mate of mine to look at his (Eldar Jetbike army) and is somewhat more skilled with a brush then me and the young idiot goes "Your minis and conversions are heaps nice, can you help me do that" my mate turns round and goes "i only paint, i don't do the conversions" then he points to me and goes "He did all the conversion work". The kid just finished his drink, looked at me and then walked out, we haven't seen him for around a month now
Grunt13 wrote:Glad you guys enjoyed the story. I actually have a history of such spontaneous, callous acts of jackassery. Two more examples come to mind. Both are non-gaming related, happened when I was in high school. I feel the need to point out that I was a jock in the sense that I am a big guy who played football and lacrosse.
First: While in high school there was a petite, preppy girl who was one year my junior. I knew her because she was always hanging around one of my friends who she was obvious was interested in. Well I walked into the cafeteria half way through lunch and saw that she was sitting alone by a large table and her body language and demeanor spoke that she was clearly upset. She was not someone I normally associated directly with and only knew her through my other friends, but I decided to sit at the other end of the table and quietly ate my lunch without speaking to her.
After I finished my meal I looked up at her and she smiled apparently grateful for my silent company. I returned her smile and sat there with neither of saying anything for a few minutes. Then I turn my view up to the ceiling and said the following:
“ I wonder how many dead and frozen animals are orbiting us right now thanks to early American and Russian space exploration?”
She managed to land a kick to the shins and a few blows to my head before I threw my hands over my head and fled the café. Still don’t know what had her worked up to begin with, but I hope I let her vent some frustration.
Second: This happened during math class. My teacher was out so the period was turned into a study hall. I was sitting there wearing my football jersey as I had an upcoming game doing my homework when I noticed the individual sitting next to me. She was reading a huge book on fairies, one that I had glanced through at one time. The girl, at the time I didn’t even know her name, was a bit of a shy, free spirit type. She would wear glitter and I remember seeing her in a fairy wings and similar getups in the past. I also knew she worked at a pet store and was likely an animal lover.
I looked over to her and make a comment about how I enjoyed the book she was reading. She lights up on the fact that another person from the school could even be remotely interested in fairies let alone the big jock sitting next to her. The book was a very serious portrayal of fairies their anatomy culture, how they conceal themselves from humans the whole bit – fairies were real, the book said so.
So we get into a riveting discussion about fairies, their culture, perspective, basically everything. I am enjoying myself and she is near ecstatic to be involved in a fairy discussion. Right about now some small dark part of my psyche said, “She vulnerable strike now!!” So despite the fact I was having a pleasant and intellectually stimulating conversation, I started the following dialogue:
Me: Yeah fairies are cool; too bad they don’t exist.
Her: (shocked look on her face, like someone slapped her) They do to exist!
Me: If that is true how come my all fairy traps keep turning up empty.
Her: (Half laughing half crying, clearly worked up) They’re just too smart to get capture in your traps!
Me: Ah come off it, they can’t be that much smarter than squirrels.
Her: (Speechless)........
Well she was… I guessed worked up would be the best way to describe her state of mind. A voice behind me from someone who was listening in just said, “Awesome”. She went back to reading her book and I went back to finishing my homework. If it makes people feel better we later became friends after that and we often had many more interesting conversations.
I just can’t seem to help myself when presented with these opportunities. It's instinctual or something- I have made enemies due to this personality fault of mine.
Sounds like you and I have a similar fault my good Sir.
Freaky Freddy wrote:A while back at my LGS, this young kid (complete idiot) asked me and a few of the other guys if one of us could help him put his Tau together. I offered to assist him in doing so, and he asks if he could look at my Marines, i allow him to and he goes "Why would i want someone who has a gak army like yours to help me" as most of my minis are just starting to get painted. He then asks a mate of mine to look at his (Eldar Jetbike army) and is somewhat more skilled with a brush then me and the young idiot goes "Your minis and conversions are heaps nice, can you help me do that" my mate turns round and goes "i only paint, i don't do the conversions" then he points to me and goes "He did all the conversion work". The kid just finished his drink, looked at me and then walked out, we haven't seen him for around a month now
Frosty Hardtop wrote:Additionally, in the first season, the pokemon world does seem to have non-pokemon fauna. Additionally, it stands to reason that it must, based on the description of the pokemon (if Pikachu is defined as an electric rat, then clearly they must have a "rat" to compare it to, etc.).
I would point out the evolutionary problems with this notion, but then I suppose trying to apply real biology to Pokemon is like trying to give a gun to a scarab.
Freaky Freddy wrote:A while back at my LGS, this young kid (complete idiot) asked me and a few of the other guys if one of us could help him put his Tau together. I offered to assist him in doing so, and he asks if he could look at my Marines, i allow him to and he goes "Why would i want someone who has a gak army like yours to help me" as most of my minis are just starting to get painted. He then asks a mate of mine to look at his (Eldar Jetbike army) and is somewhat more skilled with a brush then me and the young idiot goes "Your minis and conversions are heaps nice, can you help me do that" my mate turns round and goes "i only paint, i don't do the conversions" then he points to me and goes "He did all the conversion work". The kid just finished his drink, looked at me and then walked out, we haven't seen him for around a month now
At least he realised his mistake. Some people who hang around in game stores seem so social awkward they wouldn't even realise the situation they just put themselves in!
I sense a thread jacking in progress...
As for Pokemon hilarity: Here ya go They also have a page on how "Red" gets his cash from opponents
On topic: I recently played a game at my FLGS. It was a league day and I was playing against one of the other members when some guy and his kid come wandering in to watch. The kid has some Chaos figures, and decides to watch the varying games asking questions here and there.
Things go awry however, when he arrives at my table and begins peppering us with questions about who was winning, if the Guard (me) were getting owned, or if the space marines were getting owned, and if we could show him how to play later, etc, etc.....
At this point I'm just trying to ignore the kid, but my opponent is answering the kid with basic answers and grunts for the most part. Finally the kid says something along the lines of "I bet my Chaos could own these space marines" and the SM player just says
"Sure they would kid, now can you get out of here?"
Emperors Faithful wrote:Grunt13; you should win a prize in jackassery.
Do you even know when to shut your mouth? That was pretty mean, man. Mabye you meant it, mabye you didn't.
That either makes you a cruel donkey-cave, or an idiot. Take your pick.
That’s a bit judgmental of you. Do you feel completely at ease in categorizing me based off a few incidents I took part with the people who desired to freely associate with me? So what I placed myself in these situations from time to time, it’s not like I seek out people and insulted their intelligence or morality in order to elevate myself shielded behind a blanket of internet anonymity.
Every person has run their mouth off at one time or another. I chose to share my experiences in the spirt of this thread based on awkward encounters. Do you really think that I inflicted such deep, emotional pain on these people that merits such an incrimination from you? Lighten up.
Automatically Appended Next Post: Another of my high school Antics: Kidnapped the Leader of the Goths
First off let me state that I was well socialized with the individual and this was not some cliché jock antagonization of the goth kids. We actual played necromanda together he was house delaque (big surprise) I guess that means this is also a gaming related story. It was just another of the opportunities that I could not pass up.
Outside our high school by the front entrance was a cluster of Goths who were standing around engaged in some group dynamic that was focused on an object that was passed back and forth between them. It was a set of handcuffs. The group was passing them around taking turns putting them on and using the key to take them off.
I position myself nonchalantly about 15 paces from the group willing them with all my mental forces that the desired opportunity would present itself. The goth leader took the handcuffs and held them behind his back with both hands. When I heard the telltale click signaling that the goth had just locked his hands behind his back - I bolted into action.
All attention was on the handcuffed goth. I was able to position myself right behind the group in ready to pounce position. In one fluid strike I sailed between two Goths with their backs to me and ducked down placing my shoulder in the handcuffed guy's gut. With a sweeping gesture I had him draped over my shoulders and with his hands cuffed behind his back he really had no way of resisting his abduction.
So while everyone was stun by the turn of events, I used this confusion to bolt down the sidewalk with the goth king hanging off my shoulder. It was my taunt of, “I stole your king!” that drove them into action. So the whole group takes after me. I can’t turn my head but I can gauge their distance by their sound of their shoes on the pavement and their shouts of protest. I had about a 10 strive head start, but due to the extra baggage some members of the group were closing in on me, particular my victim’s girlfriend who was leading the herd both in proximity to me and volume of her screeching.
Well I redouble my effect and increased my speed. My strives were lengthen and the pursuers began to become more distanced noises. The girlfriend kept up with me the longest but I was able to leave her gasping as well. With a 150-pound person resting on my shoulder I was able to outrun a pack of Goths – just say no to smoking kids.
The school was border by a wooded area. After running half the length of the building all I had to do is leap the guardrail and disappear into the trees with the Goth leader. But, I heard the weak noise of my burden say, ”stop please you’re killing me”. Apparently being draped over someone’s shoulder while they’re in full sprint is quite unpleasant. At the end of every strive his diaphragm was compressed against my shoulder. Being the nice guy that I am I stopped when he expressed his physical discomfort.
I put him down and had to support him by holding him up; he was bent over and winded. I looked back and all the other Goths are bent over and gasping from their fairly merger sprint. Some only made it about 15 meters before giving up, the girlfriend made it the furthest but was about 20 meters away from me when I stopped and put the guy down. Seriously kids don’t smoke. I could have easily made it to the woods without any of them even able to keep their heads up when we vanished into the foliage. I looked over the now free and still gasping goth and said something like, “You’re lucky I am such a nice guy, we were close to making the tree line and you in becoming my woodland bride”. After he caught his breath we had a laugh about it. His girlfriend never liked me after that, perhaps she saw me a competition. The incident was often referenced whenever someone rolls a capture roll when doing recovery for our necromanda games.
People who believe in fairies and won't listen to reason deserve to be mocked.
EDIT:I suppose the logical conclusion of that is that people who believe in fairies deserved to be mocked because, well, what is the argument for the existence of fairies again?
Sidstyler wrote:I'm not sure why that was such a horrifying realization in the case of the Pokemon kid. I was under the impression that they didn't really keep it a secret. Hell, in the first game (if I remember right, this was back in middle school after all) Team Rocket starts catching/stealing Slowpokes with the intent of selling their tails as they're considered a delicacy or some such, right?
[Enter Nerd Mode] Actually it was the second generation of games, pokémon Gold, Silver and Crystal, that this happens in, near the Ilex Well... [/End Nerd Mode]
It has allmost nothing to do with gaming though...
Automatically Appended Next Post: Its strange, if I had seen this in real life I would have thought about what an asshat you were. But on a forum it sounds funny...
I liked the other stories better. Psychological torment is so much cleverer.
I know, but it's still some funny ass gak. I mean imagine seeing that in person, a guy running down the sidewalk with someone draped over his shoulder yelling "I stole your king!"...it's almost surreal, you'd swear you were slipped something funny at lunch time.
Sidstyler wrote:I know, but it's still some funny ass gak. I mean imagine seeing that in person, a guy running down the sidewalk with someone draped over his shoulder yelling "I stole your king!"...it's almost surreal, you'd swear you were slipped something funny at lunch time.
If you want to total picture imagine someone wearing blue jeans and a tee shirt carrying a fully knit out goth with his equally adorned retinue in chase, some even screaming in dated jargon –example “Unhanded him fiend”. The best part for me was managing to out run a group of Goths their trenchcoats blowing in the win, heavy necklaces smacking them in their faces, with the frilly shirts creating drag, the whole bit.
I know I blamed their smoking, but their attire was not doing them any favors either. A lot of the Goths played necromanda (all house delaque) so the monarch theft affected the gaming circles, mostly in puns and other jokes, house delaque later teamed up on my scavvies during multiple gang battles citing vengeance. Such shenanigans where somewhat common in my social circles and it was completely laughed off by the king goth.
Excellent story Grunt. I wish I lived near people that:
1) played Necromunda and 40k 2) Had such fun shenanigans as yourself without harming one another, or doing it in a serious fashion to damage ones mentality.
Okay, Grunt13, I apologise for having a go at you earlier. It just seemed like you had REALLY hurt a fragile persons feelings. (you have to be fragile if you believe in fairies, right?)
Anyway, I realise now that your toungue just got away from you. I overreacted. Sorry.
I looked over to her and make a comment about how I enjoyed the book she was reading. She lights up on the fact that another person from the school could even be remotely interested in fairies let alone the big jock sitting next to her. The book was a very serious portrayal of fairies their anatomy culture, how they conceal themselves from humans the whole bit – fairies were real, the book said so.
So we get into a riveting discussion about fairies, their culture, perspective, basically everything. I am enjoying myself and she is near ecstatic to be involved in a fairy discussion. Right about now some small dark part of my psyche said, “She vulnerable strike now!!” So despite the fact I was having a pleasant and intellectually stimulating conversation, I started the following dialogue:
Me: Yeah fairies are cool; too bad they don’t exist.
Her: (shocked look on her face, like someone slapped her) They do to exist!
Me: If that is true how come my all fairy traps keep turning up empty.
Her: (Half laughing half crying, clearly worked up) They’re just too smart to get capture in your traps!
Me: Ah come off it, they can’t be that much smarter than squirrels.
Her: (Speechless)........
Well she was… I guessed worked up would be the best way to describe her state of mind. A voice behind me from someone who was listening in just said, “Awesome”. She went back to reading her book and I went back to finishing my homework. If it makes people feel better we later became friends after that and we often had many more interesting conversations.
I just can’t seem to help myself when presented with these opportunities. It's instinctual or something- I have made enemies due to this personality fault of mine.
While entertaining, you probably were 24-48 hours of faking interest in Faeries from getting laid.
Shame on you sir. You passed on 100% free range, untested, teen sexual enthusiasm.
Is it me, does it feel more "Dirty Old Man" in here all of a sudden?
So I had a very akward, but unfortunately expected moment this weekend. We had our second 40k tourney at our local store. Good idea since we've never had the interest or numbers to draw a crowd, but the tournament organizer would not listen to reason I spent the prior week and a half trying to get him to fix the scenarios. For info on what happened at the last tournament http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/36/232100.page
So one of the scenarios that he used this time was horribly written. It was essentially a Planetstrike scenario, but in a tournament setting. What I mean is that you roll to see who would be the attacker and defender. The defender has all of the advantages and the attacker is shoe-horned into capturing objectives and moving them during his turn into a "corral" that is literally the size of a large blast template. Sounds good except for the defender could place the 5 objectives anywhere he wanted at least 12" apart then deploy his army anywhere outside of the attackers deployment zone. So since I play IG I just parked my army on top of the objectives which were placed on my table edge. Just from looking at the scenario we know the defender has it made unless he gets tabled by turn two.
My opponent has Dark Eldar. He traveled over two hours to play because he knew one of the guys helping with the tourney. He doesn't even get one objective in the corral. We were only able to get 3 full turns in before time was called (1-1/2 hour time frame). I can tell he is pissed. I don't blame him and I apologize for the scenario. Out of the 6 tables that played that round I believe all 6 defenders won. The scenario was so badly written that the games essentially were won or lost on a dice roll to see who gets to pick. It was so awkward because the guy had no chance of winning unless he completely tabled me (which was reasonable since he had a ton of Wyches) and I knew, going in, that this would likely happen. He tells the TO that the scenario is bull and that he should have fixed it.
After the game one of the TO's helpers told us that in their playtesting the defender won nearly everytime. After the tourney the TO says that the Attacker won most of the time. Since the empirical evidence supported the idea that the defender wins I know that the TO is full of crap. While I ask the TO a question during one of the games he starts dropping 4th ed rules. It's pretty sad when I have to be the one to correct a TO (since I'm just getting back into the game).
The TO tells me about his next idea for a scenario. Get this it's a winner. Before deployment select your opponents HQ choice and you get to control him (and vice versa). Your goal is to kill your own HQ choice. WTF? I said what about Tyranids and Synapse creatures? His response, "well you better bring another synapse creature". What a fantastic idea!
garret wrote:games not keeping score okay since its just for fun
games where everyone has to play okay
games where you cant heckle the batter not okay
my school almost cancelled cheerleading in order not to make the visiting team fell bad
The following is COMPLETELY politically incorrect about the "Good ole days"..
These two towns in our high school sports divisions, Nettleton and Okolona have had a very fierce rivalry for decades. Okolona had a lot of people of Italian descent playing for their team one year and they were playing off against Nettleton to go to state championships in the 60's. The Nettleton cheerleaders did a cheer:
We're gonna Wop, Wop, Wop them on the head, we're gonna Wop them on the head!
My grandmother told me about a boy in the 50's who got rejected for the basketball team. He figured since he couldn't play basketball, NO ONE was going to play basketball, so he burned down the gym. The school officials were actually glad because the gym was dangerously old and a fire trap and this gave them a chance to claim it on insurance and budget money to build a modern gym. The judge put the kid on probation, but he had to make the honor roll every year. He just retired as our Constable.
Now of course, the cheerleading squad would have been disbanded and maybe have to take some sort of "ethnic diversification" class and that boy would have been classified as a domestic terrorist and institutionalized. Not saying that it's okay to burn down a gym when you don't get your way..try out for baseball or football or track...
The one thing that is worse than playing against a TFG is being partnered with him in a group gaming battle. This is especially true when you don’t really know the people you are gaming with that well. I had “partners” tease opponents, openly mock them during the game rule, lawyer to an extreme and engage in other such unsportsmanlike behavior that I felt made me a jackass by association. One game the person I was fighting alongside was so bad I made up my mind to have my nearby squad gun down his commander, but unfortunately they were pinned by enemy fire and I didn’t have any other candidates. I think we won the battle, with me doing all the fighting and my ally hiding behind my units. I managed to get a quick word in with my opponents and tell them of my intention to assassinate his character. We had a running joke on how awesome that would have been if my squad turned around and blasted him to pieces.
edit- had this on my computer felt it expressed my situation nicely.
Teh_awesum_sniper: tripple kill!! lol ur all n00bs!!!!1 lollol rofl!!!!!!11one
Teh_awesum_sniper was betrayed by Dark Dragon
Teh_awesum_sniper: hy tk n00b wer on the same teem!!!11
Teh_awesum_sniper was betrayed by Dark Dragon
And you know what I mean by 
, this is the second time in 24 hours you have creeped me out. You are a twisted bastard, and I DO NOT share your sense of humour.
