I was just curious what some of your awkward gaming experiences have been at your FLGS or GW.
My most recent is when I was playing a game of 40k at my local GW. Sometimes it can be a tight squeeze to get past people near the tables. I was rolling my dice when I sensed someone standing really close to me (to my side, just out of sight for a good 30 seconds). I turn to see some guy a few inches from me just staring at me. I asked if he would like to get by and he replies "Yes". I said he should've just asked to squeeze by because I was busy focusing on my match. He said, "I prefer to just stare at people until they clue in".... andddddd this is pretty much why I would never allow my GF to step foot inside a GW.
The second thing that comes to mind is just after I finished a game of 40k, shook hands, and started packing up. My opponent asked what I do, so I went over my degree and how I got lucky and landed a cool job fairly fresh out of university. I ask him the same question in return. "I'm unemployed". Hmm okay what field do your work in "I didn't do anything past highschool", Hmm no worries what kind of work are looking to get into? "I don't know"...... (crickets). I can't really say anything to the guy at that point aside so it was rather awkward.
I always feel like I'm in the land of misfit toys when I go into GW, should be interesting to hear other people's perspectives.
I must say that that guy staring at you is just a tad creepy, I'd have been very uncomfortable with that..
Only time I've ever had an awkward opponent like that is one particular fellow who act out the role of every model in his army, complete with falsetto voices and acting. I'm all for getting into the spirit of things but this was too far beyond the pale for me. Also meant it took an hour for him to finish his turn after acting out every miniatures attacks and quips.
I've run into the awkward silence about jobs too occasionally, a lot of my previous opponents were between jobs or hadn't been lucky coming out of school, I always felt guilty admitting that I was finishing up a Masters degree and in a decent job, but most people seemed supportive of a fellow gamer in the community.
At the end there are a few odd guys in wargaming, but on the whole most people seem great and on the level
There was this nerd who said "YOLO" about 15 times in a half hour, using it like in everyday conversation. It was awkward as hell until two regulars went up and told him to stop politely. Kept happening until 10 min later the same two said "Shut up or I'll gladly get a temporary ban for beating your ass in."
Stoupe wrote: There was this nerd who said "YOLO" about 15 times in a half hour, using it like in everyday conversation. It was awkward as hell until two regulars went up and told him to stop politely. Kept happening until 10 min later the same two said "Shut up or I'll gladly get a temporary ban for beating your ass in."
Now that was awkward to watch.
Obviously they weren't willing to test this theory of only living once...
Stoupe wrote: There was this nerd who said "YOLO" about 15 times in a half hour, using it like in everyday conversation. It was awkward as hell until two regulars went up and told him to stop politely. Kept happening until 10 min later the same two said "Shut up or I'll gladly get a temporary ban for beating your ass in."
Stoupe wrote: There was this nerd who said "YOLO" about 15 times in a half hour, using it like in everyday conversation. It was awkward as hell until two regulars went up and told him to stop politely. Kept happening until 10 min later the same two said "Shut up or I'll gladly get a temporary ban for beating your ass in."
Now that was awkward to watch.
Bit of an over reaction.
Maybe to some. While I didn't partake I understood the impulse. Everytime he said "feth it, YOLO." Before making a move, it was like nails on a chalkboard to some people (such as myself). Not to mention a tournament had just ended so there was a lot of egos going around.
Stoupe wrote: There was this nerd who said "YOLO" about 15 times in a half hour, using it like in everyday conversation. It was awkward as hell until two regulars went up and told him to stop politely. Kept happening until 10 min later the same two said "Shut up or I'll gladly get a temporary ban for beating your ass in."
Now that was awkward to watch.
Bit of an over reaction.
Not really. It's a stupid phrase for equally stupid people. I bet he had some "Swag" as well...
Stoupe wrote: There was this nerd who said "YOLO" about 15 times in a half hour, using it like in everyday conversation. It was awkward as hell until two regulars went up and told him to stop politely. Kept happening until 10 min later the same two said "Shut up or I'll gladly get a temporary ban for beating your ass in."
Now that was awkward to watch.
Bit of an over reaction.
Maybe to some. While I didn't partake I understood the impulse. Everytime he said "feth it, YOLO." Before making a move, it was like nails on a chalkboard to some people (such as myself). Not to mention a tournament had just ended so there was a lot of egos going around.
I say Feth it, YOLO... in a casual game where I want to see, "wtf can happen if I do x". If anyone believes for a moment that I'm being serious and gets angry over that, then they should go see someone, because it ain't me with the angery issues
Stoupe wrote: There was this nerd who said "YOLO" about 15 times in a half hour, using it like in everyday conversation. It was awkward as hell until two regulars went up and told him to stop politely. Kept happening until 10 min later the same two said "Shut up or I'll gladly get a temporary ban for beating your ass in."
Now that was awkward to watch.
Bit of an over reaction.
Maybe to some. While I didn't partake I understood the impulse. Everytime he said "feth it, YOLO." Before making a move, it was like nails on a chalkboard to some people (such as myself). Not to mention a tournament had just ended so there was a lot of egos going around.
I say Feth it, YOLO... in a casual game where I want to see, "wtf can happen if I do x". If anyone believes for a moment that I'm being serious and gets angry over that, then they should go see someone, because it ain't me with the angery issues
Once is one thing... Every time you get a turn (and he was playing magic so fast turns) is another.
Stoupe wrote: Once is one thing... Every time you get a turn (and he was playing magic so fast turns) is another.
Bring a pair of stunner shades with you, and when you beat him into the ground, put them on and stare at him and say, "I guess my #SWAG is too much for you brah! #YOLO!"
You must say hashtag for the # sign and yell YOLO.
Ive had two really BAD times inside a LGS. One was a game i played with a guy who was in the SPEC OP's. He was on leave and from the UK. He had spent a goo amount of time going over his codex and making list while stationed. We played and it did not go so good for him, he couldnt understand why he lost and was very very pissed. He looked at the table and back at me over and over again. He looked mad as hell. He started to pick his minis off the table and threw them into his case. He ranted on about he didnt understand how he didnt win. He came back in after he put his things into his car and walked right up to me. He told me next week same time bring this list and im going to destroy you! It also didnt help his wife was FINE!! And the whole time we played I was shooting the ... with her. He used SW and i used some closet orks i had.
Second time i was at a LGS and it was FNM. I noticed this heavy set guy getting very angry at the girl he was playing. I guess she pulled a card that does not let you get past 1 life. He threw his cards in her face and decked her right in the face. He knocked her out and started to put his cards back into his "pokemon" back pack and threw her cards in there aswell. I was the only one who seen what happend as the place was packed and they where sitting in the very back at a table for just them in the GW section. I was more in shock at what happened then running over to assist. Once i snapped out i made my way over there and put him into standing choke. Until the store manager came to the back and seen the girl on the floor crying and me chocking the guy out.
I was afraid he was going to hurt her again. I wasnt going to walk away and find some one. The guy was beat red and heated to the point of being red. If i didnt stop him he would have walke out with the young girls cards. I tried to talk to him and backed him into the wall but i didnt want to brawl so i grabed his arm twisted it behind him lifted up his left arm and pinned it against his head and neck "choke". While i asked for some one to get the manager. He kept trying to get aound me and in some not so nice words i told him to waite because there is no way in hell im letting him get out of the store.
I've never witnessed anyone get too upset during a game or after losing. I did try and cheer up this one new player after he lost though. He clearly read some forums and bought a GK psyrifle dread/purifier spam list thinking he would go undefeated.
I didn't really catch any of the game, but he went up against a vet guard/LRBT list. I just felt bad for him because he had this look on his face like I just spent $500 on a bland army and didn't even win. This is why WAAC mindsets are a bad thing - you are only happy if your opponent is losing.
Man that's all sorts of awkward. edit: at shespits story
The most awkward gaming experience was actually the new GW employee that was trying to strike up conversations with the regulars when he had no idea how to play 40k. the same employee that pissed the crap out of jack stover on spiky bits.
Desubot wrote: Man that's all sorts of awkward. edit: at shespits story
The most awkward gaming experience was actually the new GW employee that was trying to strike up conversations with the regulars when he had no idea how to play 40k. the same employee that pissed the crap out of jack stover on spiky bits.
"Hey guys! How about those jump packs on marines, they sure let you move plenty of inches during movement time."
My opponent asked what I do, so I went over my degree and how I got lucky and landed a cool job fairly fresh out of university. I ask him the same question in return. "I'm unemployed". Hmm okay what field do your work in "I didn't do anything past highschool", Hmm no worries what kind of work are looking to get into? "I don't know"...... (crickets). I can't really say anything to the guy at that point aside so it was rather awkward.
Sounds like you ranted on a bit, and you seem quite chuffed with yourself that you graduated (rightly or wrongly).
No one at a warhammer table really cares what you do for a living, they're just being polite.
Stoupe wrote: There was this nerd who said "YOLO" about 15 times in a half hour, using it like in everyday conversation. It was awkward as hell until two regulars went up and told him to stop politely. Kept happening until 10 min later the same two said "Shut up or I'll gladly get a temporary ban for beating your ass in."
Now that was awkward to watch.
'YOLO', for people too stupid to know what carpe diem means.
Stoupe wrote: There was this nerd who said "YOLO" about 15 times in a half hour, using it like in everyday conversation. It was awkward as hell until two regulars went up and told him to stop politely. Kept happening until 10 min later the same two said "Shut up or I'll gladly get a temporary ban for beating your ass in."
Now that was awkward to watch.
'YOLO', for people too stupid to know what carpe diem means.
Whoa! I totes know what Carpe Diem means man, carpe the diem. that's like fishing slang right?
My opponent asked what I do, so I went over my degree and how I got lucky and landed a cool job fairly fresh out of university. I ask him the same question in return. "I'm unemployed". Hmm okay what field do your work in "I didn't do anything past highschool", Hmm no worries what kind of work are looking to get into? "I don't know"...... (crickets). I can't really say anything to the guy at that point aside so it was rather awkward.
Sounds like you ranted on a bit, and you seem quite chuffed with yourself that you graduated (rightly or wrongly).
No one at a warhammer table really cares what you do for a living, they're just being polite.
If that was the case I would agree that - it would have been considered gloating.
Really all I said was: "I graduated from (blank) 2 years ago with an HR degree, managed to land a temp job at (blank) and just recently they hired me full time as a (blank)."
I'm very sensitive to the fact that our economy is in recovery and would never go into too much detail at the risk of putting someone down. I just feel as though if you ask someone a question in casual chat, you should expect them to ask the same question in return.
Easy E wrote: Well, I did say we had different gaming styles. My preferred style is pantless.
Only on cold days right? Because then no one would have anything to worrie about. They would all assume you had on strecthy pants matched to your skin tone.
I once played a game against a married couple and the wife had her huge cans flowing out of her low cut top. I spent the entire game trying not to get caught staring down the barrels of her twin linked mammary cannons but the view was just too inviting. The guy managed not to notice because he was too busy bitching about how bad I was messing him up and checking and rechecking his codex and his rules to find a way to win.
agonzoman00 wrote: I once played a game against a married couple and the wife had her huge cans flowing out of her low cut top. I spent the entire game trying not to get caught staring down the barrels of her twin linked mammary cannons but the view was just too inviting. The guy managed not to notice because he was too busy bitching about how bad I was messing him up and checking and rechecking his codex and his rules to find a way to win.
SheSpits wrote: I was afraid he was going to hurt her again. I wasnt going to walk away and find some one. The guy was beat red and heated to the point of being red. If i didnt stop him he would have walke out with the young girls cards. I tried to talk to him and backed him into the wall but i didnt want to brawl so i grabed his arm twisted it behind him lifted up his left arm and pinned it against his head and neck "choke". While i asked for some one to get the manager. He kept trying to get aound me and in some not so nice words i told him to waite because there is no way in hell im letting him get out of the store.
Wow, SheSpits, if that was real (and I want to believe its fake because the idea of some guy being able to do that to a girl makes my blood boil), then that's fethed up beyond belief. I hope he had the cops called and was arrested for assault, attempted theft, and then sent to the hospital for a psych evaluation; because that guy is clearly not in full control of his grey matter.
SheSpits wrote: I was afraid he was going to hurt her again. I wasnt going to walk away and find some one. The guy was beat red and heated to the point of being red. If i didnt stop him he would have walke out with the young girls cards. I tried to talk to him and backed him into the wall but i didnt want to brawl so i grabed his arm twisted it behind him lifted up his left arm and pinned it against his head and neck "choke". While i asked for some one to get the manager. He kept trying to get aound me and in some not so nice words i told him to waite because there is no way in hell im letting him get out of the store.
Wow, SheSpits, if that was real (and I want to believe its fake because the idea of some guy being able to do that to a girl makes my blood boil), then that's fethed up beyond belief. I hope he had the cops called and was arrested for assault, attempted theft, and then sent to the hospital for a psych evaluation; because that guy is clearly not in full control of his grey matter.
He was arrested the girl pressed charges. She never came there again, her cards where at a loss from what i was told due to not being able to pin point owner ship of whos cards where whos. The video tape only shows me cornering the guy, so i was arrested put into the crusier and was taken down to the station for questions. The girl stated what happend and the guy admited to what he did. They asked the guy if he wanted to press charges on me and he said no so i was let go. Since i didnt hurt the guy and all i did was detain/restrant him i was let go,Shortly after that place was closed. I forgot to add he was off his meds and wasnt able to control his anger he was 29 years old and has a list of mental problems. I no longer live in that state so im not all to sure whats going on now. I also had a run in with Yugioh players in that state stealing 40k minis and breaking them outside the store.
It's been too long since we had a good horror story thread, I'm very happy. Can't wait to see some of the classics come up here.
As for me, the weirdest moment was not so much in a game itself, but in the store, where I kinda took on an impromptu security role as a guy kept coming in and trying to shoplift BL books until I called him out on it, and then he took off.
Played a crazy cat lady at a FLGS one time who had a bunch of IG
I was using Eldar and while I'm deploying she takes out the Imperial soldier's handbook and starts spouting off the Eldar entry in a bizarre accent while looking up at me from time to time with an awful looking lazy eye
I've never deployed nor played through my turns faster in my time playing 40K
Stoupe wrote: Once is one thing... Every time you get a turn (and he was playing magic so fast turns) is another.
Bring a pair of stunner shades with you, and when you beat him into the ground, put them on and stare at him and say, "I guess my #SWAG is too much for you brah! #YOLO!"
You must say hashtag for the # sign and yell YOLO.
I had a game against a regular player that's following the trend codex-wise and follows net lists to ,self-admittedly, crush people.
I had a game against him where he probably should have crushed me with his Tau, but thanks to a logic-defying luck I barely won.
All the while he said how much he was disgusted ,that it should have never gone this way. The look on his face when I ended up winning made me feel bad. Felt like crushing a little kid's kitten with a truck. Not seen him since...
Went to a tournament last February. Of course, they're a bit noisy anyway, but I also had an ill-timed ear problem that made everything sound like I was underwater, so I had to ask people what they said a lot of times. This started to feel uncomfortable, especially with an opponent with a strong accent, who had problems understanding me as well. The worst part was spending about two minutes trying to explain to said opponent "Wait, the penalty I thought applied to that model didn't, so I've actually killed that beast." He eventually gave me it, and I was sure it was legit, but I was left with a nagging worry that from his point of view, I'd been TFG, hectoring him to get an advantage.
Easy E wrote: Well, I did say we had different gaming styles. My preferred style is pantless.
Was it a sneaky way of pre-measuring? I read something in an old White Dwarf about gamers who would memorise the length of their forearms and find lots of excuses to lean across the table. And if there's one body part whose size the average man will have memorised.....
Well, if we include general experiences, an ex-girlfriend of mine got groped by some sweaty neckbeard.
+1 Internet to you for not ending your post with how you Kung-Fu'd him and then smashed and held his back against the wall with his feet off the ground
My worst game was at a tourney back on '09. I was playing Marines against an IG player. He was a pretty hardcore WAAC guy. I had crashed his vendetta and was using it as cover, and when he went to shoot at my guys I used his vehichle to get a cover save. He went on a rant about how his vendetta wasn't actually on the ground and how it was flying in the air with his guyss trying to get control of it and because of this, wasn't ACTUALLY on the ground for me to get my cover save. This was my first tourney and while I knew i was in the right, I wasn't gonna argue with some guy I didn't know. I went over and asked the TO and the guy tried to argue the same point to the TO. The TO sided with me, and the look of annoyance on his face while the guy was telling him all this was priceless. And to top it off I won the game!
SheSpits wrote: Ive had two really BAD times inside a LGS. One was a game i played with a guy who was in the SPEC OP's. He was on leave and from the UK
Easy E wrote: Well, I did say we had different gaming styles. My preferred style is pantless.
Elemental wrote: Was it a sneaky way of pre-measuring? I read something in an old White Dwarf about gamers who would memorise the length of their forearms and find lots of excuses to lean across the table. And if there's one body part whose size the average man will have memorised.....
Yeah, I was planning on firing my Basilisk maximum range.
Second time i was at a LGS and it was FNM. I noticed this heavy set guy getting very angry at the girl he was playing. I guess she pulled a card that does not let you get past 1 life. He threw his cards in her face and decked her right in the face. He knocked her out and started to put his cards back into his "pokemon" back pack and threw her cards in there aswell. I was the only one who seen what happend as the place was packed and they where sitting in the very back at a table for just them in the GW section. I was more in shock at what happened then running over to assist. Once i snapped out i made my way over there and put him into standing choke. Until the store manager came to the back and seen the girl on the floor crying and me chocking the guy out.
Good for you...Glad you choked the heck out of that guy
Stoupe wrote: There was this nerd who said "YOLO" about 15 times in a half hour, using it like in everyday conversation. It was awkward as hell until two regulars went up and told him to stop politely. Kept happening until 10 min later the same two said "Shut up or I'll gladly get a temporary ban for beating your ass in."
Now that was awkward to watch.
'YOLO', for people too stupid to know what carpe diem means.
I know, right? I hate how young people use different words than me, too. It's just awful. We should all fight young people until they talk like we did back when I was young! Also, I guess we should beat up old people for not talking the same as I do as well. They should listen to the same music as me, too. And only watch my favorite TV shows and movies. Maybe they should stop it with that crazy hair, too.
Actually the #YOLO lifestyle has less to do with the "DEM WURDS IS DIFFERENT" and more of it just being a code to be irresponsible. There is "seize the day" and then jumping out of a plane, and "#YOLO" and then driving 120mph while hammered on lean and vodka.
Stoupe wrote: There was this nerd who said "YOLO" about 15 times in a half hour, using it like in everyday conversation. It was awkward as hell until two regulars went up and told him to stop politely. Kept happening until 10 min later the same two said "Shut up or I'll gladly get a temporary ban for beating your ass in."
Now that was awkward to watch.
'YOLO', for people too stupid to know what carpe diem means.
Whoa! I totes know what Carpe Diem means man, carpe the diem. that's like fishing slang right?
Yeah brah, that's like totes obvie.
Meh, I try not to judge "the yoof" on their slang; I bet I sounded like a right proper berk to older people when I was younger.
I'm pretty sure than less than 1% of people who have ever tweeted "#yolo" have ever had any purple drank or driven over 100 mph. It's young people doing typical irresponsible young people things. Getting angry about that is the exact same as Tipepr Gore getting mad at rappers for swearing, or John Lithgow trying to ban Kevin Bacon from dancing.
tomjoad wrote: I'm pretty sure than less than 1% of people who have ever tweeted "#yolo" have ever had any purple drank or driven over 100 mph. It's young people doing typical irresponsible young people things. Getting angry about that is the exact same as Tipepr Gore getting mad at rappers for swearing, or John Lithgow trying to ban Kevin Bacon from dancing.
I agree, but instead of going out and seizing the day and living it to it's fullest, it's the yoof's mantra to just act like an irresponsible idiot...
tomjoad wrote: I'm pretty sure than less than 1% of people who have ever tweeted "#yolo" have ever had any purple drank or driven over 100 mph. It's young people doing typical irresponsible young people things. Getting angry about that is the exact same as Tipepr Gore getting mad at rappers for swearing, or John Lithgow trying to ban Kevin Bacon from dancing.
I agree, but instead of going out and seizing the day and living it to it's fullest, it's the yoof's mantra to just act like an irresponsible idiot...
Yes, but that has been "the yoof's" mantra for AT LEAST the past 100 years in the West. Being mad about it seems embarrassing.
tomjoad wrote: I'm pretty sure than less than 1% of people who have ever tweeted "#yolo" have ever had any purple drank or driven over 100 mph. It's young people doing typical irresponsible young people things. Getting angry about that is the exact same as Tipepr Gore getting mad at rappers for swearing, or John Lithgow trying to ban Kevin Bacon from dancing.
Based on what I see on Facebook posting, the majority of the YOLO commentary seems to be with pictures related to alcohol consumption.
tomjoad wrote: I'm pretty sure than less than 1% of people who have ever tweeted "#yolo" have ever had any purple drank or driven over 100 mph. It's young people doing typical irresponsible young people things. Getting angry about that is the exact same as Tipepr Gore getting mad at rappers for swearing, or John Lithgow trying to ban Kevin Bacon from dancing.
Based on what I see on Facebook posting, the majority of the YOLO commentary seems to be with pictures related to alcohol consumption.
SheSpits wrote: Ive had two really BAD times inside a LGS. One was a game i played with a guy who was in the SPEC OP's. He was on leave and from the UK
He was full of gak
He played SW he showed me his military ID and everything. Was a nice guy until the game went south on his end. He reminded me of Duke Nukem lol.
Stoupe wrote: There was this nerd who said "YOLO" about 15 times in a half hour, using it like in everyday conversation. It was awkward as hell until two regulars went up and told him to stop politely. Kept happening until 10 min later the same two said "Shut up or I'll gladly get a temporary ban for beating your ass in."
Now that was awkward to watch.
'YOLO', for people too stupid to know what carpe diem means.
I know, right? I hate how young people use different words than me, too. It's just awful. We should all fight young people until they talk like we did back when I was young! Also, I guess we should beat up old people for not talking the same as I do as well. They should listen to the same music as me, too. And only watch my favorite TV shows and movies. Maybe they should stop it with that crazy hair, too.
Way to make a 26 year old feel old. Oh wait I don't. I have no problem with any of that. I have a problem of the crap it refers to. YOLO refers to slowed hip hop from YMCB or whatever label drake and lil Wayne run. The hate of YOLO is not a young/old thing, but a hate of mainstream rap thing. Same with Swag. While a lot of my more rock-enthusiast friends dispose it because its "hip hop", I despise it because it is "mainstream crap". Perhaps if they had meaning behind their songs, did more than just follow the same formula, and/or wrote their lyrics themselves I'd respect it more (this coming from a hip hop head).
It really has nothing to do with age, more to do with the ignorance that mainstream hip hop now adays portrays. I will admit though, the stranglehold that this crap has on the radio has caused an indie golden age in hip hop that I'm adoring right now. But this is entirely OT.
Use any slang you want. Be a young hipster. Listen to what you want. Just don't say YOLO and swag around me or suffer the stereotype of the ignorance those terms represent.
Anything i see with YOLO has half naked eleventeen year olds Girls. And of course booze and drugs and more half naked elventeen yearolds Girls. O how i wish to YOLO again!
SheSpits wrote: Ive had two really BAD times inside a LGS. One was a game i played with a guy who was in the SPEC OP's. He was on leave and from the UK
He was full of gak
He played SW he showed me his military ID and everything. Was a nice guy until the game went south on his end. He reminded me of Duke Nukem lol.
What does a military ID prove? Seriously, who starts gobbing off about special operations in a Games Workshop? It literally screams "chisler" to the rafters!
He was probably an army chef or a dog-walker for the National Guard.
SheSpits wrote: Ive had two really BAD times inside a LGS. One was a game i played with a guy who was in the SPEC OP's. He was on leave and from the UK
He was full of gak
He played SW he showed me his military ID and everything. Was a nice guy until the game went south on his end. He reminded me of Duke Nukem lol.
What does a military ID prove? Seriously, who starts gobbing off about special operations in a Games Workshop? It literally screams "chisler" to the rafters!
He was probably an army chef or a dog-walker for the National Guard.
Especially if spec ops was his term, not yours. That's decidedly in-British.
Most of the guys I've met who served in those sort of units (such as a chap i grew up with, who served in the Coldstream Guards and MPs before joining the SAS, and ultimately leaving the army to do personal security in the Middle East) are very quietly spoken, and almost sheepish about it. They don't need to brag about it, they don't feel they have anything to prove because they know they can handle themselves.
My favourite story from my Gran when she was a landlady was about a bunch of lads that were getting lairy in her pub while she was by herself, one of the locals (a retired customer) asked if she needed his help. She accepted, and he went over. Apparently when they saw the regimental badge on his jacket (SAS) they shut up and left without a word, despite his being near twice their age and them outnumbering him.
These men simply don't boast about stuff in the middle of a shop, so Matty is right, I call shenanigans too.
SheSpits wrote: Ive had two really BAD times inside a LGS. One was a game i played with a guy who was in the SPEC OP's. He was on leave and from the UK
He was full of gak
He played SW he showed me his military ID and everything. Was a nice guy until the game went south on his end. He reminded me of Duke Nukem lol.
What does a military ID prove? Seriously, who starts gobbing off about special operations in a Games Workshop? It literally screams "chisler" to the rafters!
He was probably an army chef or a dog-walker for the National Guard.
This impugns that dogs are less than perfect. Dem's fightin words Matty. whippy sticks at dawn.
SheSpits wrote: Ive had two really BAD times inside a LGS. One was a game i played with a guy who was in the SPEC OP's. He was on leave and from the UK
He was full of gak
He played SW he showed me his military ID and everything. Was a nice guy until the game went south on his end. He reminded me of Duke Nukem lol.
Would you be able to identify a falsified US military ID much less a British one? For that matter would you be able to identify a falsified drivers license from a state other than yours? Not trying to beat you up or anything like that but that guy was totally full of crap.
I can Identify false id's pretty well,thanks to my line of work lol. Spec Op's was my term i have no clue what they are called in the UK. I kinda walked into his conversation.I guess it started because he had the UK flag on his forearm and some one spoutted out "what are you doing on this side of the pond". The ID was brough up because the type of weapon he had conceld on his being.It was seen when he was brining in his stuff. It was a pistol not legal in the states and is in the UK i guess. Something along the lines of using the same ammo as a assualt rilfe. Thats when the ID poped up because every one wanted to know how he was able to carry it. Something like that.
SheSpits wrote: I can Identify false id's pretty well,thanks to my line of work lol. Spec Op's was my term i have no clue what they are called in the UK. I kinda walked into his conversation.I guess it started because he had the UK flag on his forearm and some one spoutted out "what are you doing on this side of the pond". The ID was brough up because the type of weapon he had conceld on his being.It was seen when he was brining in his stuff. It was a pistol not legal in the states and is in the UK i guess. Something along the lines of using the same ammo as a assualt rilfe. Thats when the ID poped up because every one wanted to know how he was able to carry it. Something like that.
Hmmm, all sounds equally fishy and plausible.
There is no such thing as a legal pistol in the UK. Soldiers do not carry weapons in a day to day basis unless on deployment or performing a duty that requires it.
I'm not even sure that the army is responsible for protection duties, and that still wouldn't explain why he apparently had a concealed carry licence and felt the need to carry a gun while playing Warhammer.
I don't think he was what he said he was, but I don't think he was a dog walker either.
I am also leaving room for the fact he was just a delusional, gun toting psycho.
Automatically Appended Next Post: SIG Sauer, Glock or Browning 9mm are the three army sidearms that have been in circulation since the War, can't see the US having an issue with any of them?
Lol might be right. I wonderd about it as well. But his wife and child where there with him. Wouldnt make sense to lie in front of them and they act like its an every day thing. Im not trying to stand up for him. Just trying to figure it all out I know he was also doing some work at one of the bases in NM ,Albuquerque while on leave. Maybe he was doing work and not on leave idk he looked like he was on vactaion to me. Every one in that state and in the store had a carry/concealed licence. He was apart of some division idk what but he looked very well off and not a person to lie about something. His wife even offered me lunch while playing. They seem like good people she was not from the UK she was from the states.
Automatically Appended Next Post: It wasnt the pistol it was the type of rounds he had in it that where not legal. But because he was inlisted or what ever he had access to them. Sorry not the fire arm i got that one mixed up!
What kind of round is illegal for a guy to be carrying in a pistol. Only thing I can think of is armor piercing.
Maybe he was USA spec ops and fed you a load of bull so you wouldn't figure out his real job?
As for me, I've had a few awkward moments where a guy got a bit carried away or brought up an odd subject in a place where he REALLY shouldn't have, but nothing anywhere near what some of you guys seem to have gone through.
Although there was one time I met a guy and his sister playing. Sister looked young (15-16ish) but very pretty. The brother was about my age. I watched their game and hung out for a while. Eventually they left and the brother's friend said "wow, you're the first guy I've seen in a while who didn't make a pass at his sister"
"Why would I, she's can't be a day older than 17 (I was 21)"
"Dude, she's 20."
Cue me simultaneously being disgusted that people would hit on a girl that looked around that age and kicking myself for not being more friendly
SheSpits wrote: Lol might be right. I wonderd about it as well. But his wife and child where there with him. Wouldnt make sense to lie in front of them and they act like its an every day thing. Im not trying to stand up for him. Just trying to figure it all out I know he was also doing some work at one of the bases in NM ,Albuquerque while on leave. Maybe he was doing work and not on leave idk he looked like he was on vactaion to me. Every one in that state and in the store had a carry/concealed licence. He was apart of some division idk what but he looked very well off and not a person to lie about something. His wife even offered me lunch while playing. They seem like good people she was not from the UK she was from the states.
Automatically Appended Next Post: It wasnt the pistol it was the type of rounds he had in it that where not legal. But because he was inlisted or what ever he had access to them. Sorry not the fire arm i got that one mixed up!
That was the notorious New Mexico Warhammer Playing Woman and Child Kidnapper (not every media nickname is a home run).
Had you been more attentive you could have prevented 17 subsequent kidnappings and a 1-1-15 40k win record!
That was the notorious New Mexico Warhammer Playing Woman and Child Kidnapper (not every media nickname is a home run).
Had you been more attentive you could have prevented 17 subsequent kidnappings and a 1-1-15 40k win record!
SheSpits wrote: It wasnt the pistol it was the type of rounds he had in it that where not legal. But because he was inlisted or what ever he had access to them. Sorry not the fire arm i got that one mixed up!
Sounds plausible, when I was in the cadets one of the army chaps mentioned something about how all our infantry carried armour piercing rounds as standard unlike the US soldiers. Then again this would be about 10 or 11 years ago now, and soldiers may well say anything to impress kids.
I have yet to get a creepy or awkward gaming experience, which of course leads to sort of wanting one just to have one to tell.
Gamers can tend to be a pretty awkward bunch. There's a guy at the local shop that tends to hang out over games, commentate, and kibitz. By commentating, i mean like "oh you shouldn't have done that", or "Really? you're using a Annointed of Asuryan, you know he's bad right?" He's been asked dozens of times not to do this. He also insists on telling you all about the highlights of his past games, games for the most part i don't play and am not interested in (again, something pointed out regularly).
The 3-4 guys i go to the shop with and I are generally cool with the staff, and we make pretty sizeable purchases everytime we're in to support the place (i basically buy all my GW stuff from them at full MSRP to help them out, and to say i have army ADD is a fething understatement). After the fourth or fifth session of this kid (i say kid... he's probably early to mid twenties), i sighed, put my dice down and was like "Dude, listen, i've tried to be nice. I've tried to be accomodating. I've tried hoping you'll just go away, or get a game with someone. There's no easy way to say this, so i'll just come out and say it: You bother me, and i'd appreciate it if you'd leave me and my buddies alone while we play games. I come here to relax, and you make that impossible."
It worked, but I felt like an ass that it had to come to that. People just need to get the hint that when someone is being coldly cordial, they are being polite, and probably want to be left alone !
Awkward moment #2 , more humerous. Kid about 13 or 14 on a saturday afternoon at the same shop, parent reading a novel in a corner. Kid is playing magic, and literally screaming about "Yay-yo" (Spelling error for sure, it's "cocaine" in another language, basically, Portuguese or Spanish i think). My friend and i are unfortunately at the table directly across from where this kid is (i'm facing it, his back is to it). My bud gets so annoyed, stalks over to the parent whom we'd seen come in with the kid, and was like "Lady, no offense, you're teenage son is screaming about cocaine in public. Nice parenting."
Her response was "THAT'S WHAT THAT MEANS !? " and proceeds to yank the kid out of the store delivering a withering tongue lashing.
That was pretty funny and awkward at the same time.
Haight wrote: He also insists on telling you all about the highlights of his past games, games for the most part i don't play and am not interested in (again, something pointed out regularly).
This is the best. Especially when it's someone you don't know telling you about something they did in D&D or Vampire. What am I listening to here? You're telling me about something you and some other people I don't know pretended to do at some point?
Naturally that's when I choke slam them through the wall and engage my rocket boots to get back to my wicked cool life as a spec-ops assassin assassin (I specialise in killing assassins).
Haight wrote: He also insists on telling you all about the highlights of his past games, games for the most part i don't play and am not interested in (again, something pointed out regularly).
This is the best. Especially when it's someone you don't know telling you about something they did in D&D or Vampire. What am I listening to here? You're telling me about something you and some other people I don't know pretended to do at some point?
Naturally that's when I choke slam them through the wall and engage my rocket boots to get back to my wicked cool life as a spec-ops assassin assassin (I specialise in killing assassins).
Ha!
I have been looking for you! I knew you'd slip up eventually! For I am an assassin assassin assassin!!!!!!11!
No, seriously, we have a guy like that at our local club, because I'm fairly knowledgable, in his mind it means I know all the things about all the games.
I feel bad, but I just let him talk, as he has a speech impediment, and it would take waay too long to ask him to explain, even if i were interested.
MrMoustaffa wrote: What kind of round is illegal for a guy to be carrying in a pistol. Only thing I can think of is armor piercing.
Maybe he was USA spec ops and fed you a load of bull so you wouldn't figure out his real job?
As for me, I've had a few awkward moments where a guy got a bit carried away or brought up an odd subject in a place where he REALLY shouldn't have, but nothing anywhere near what some of you guys seem to have gone through.
Although there was one time I met a guy and his sister playing. Sister looked young (15-16ish) but very pretty. The brother was about my age. I watched their game and hung out for a while. Eventually they left and the brother's friend said "wow, you're the first guy I've seen in a while who didn't make a pass at his sister"
"Why would I, she's can't be a day older than 17 (I was 21)"
"Dude, she's 20."
Cue me simultaneously being disgusted that people would hit on a girl that looked around that age and kicking myself for not being more friendly
You have to watch with that though, I've gotten the other end of that once; bunch of mouth-breathers on the bus calling me a perv and all that, when the girl I was with was A - in her mid-twenties, just really young looking, and B - my cousin. We weren't even sitting on the same seat FFS, but this "paedo-paranoia" that the tabloids have whipped up is bordering on witch hunting now.
MrMoustaffa wrote: What kind of round is illegal for a guy to be carrying in a pistol. Only thing I can think of is armor piercing.
Maybe he was USA spec ops and fed you a load of bull so you wouldn't figure out his real job?
As for me, I've had a few awkward moments where a guy got a bit carried away or brought up an odd subject in a place where he REALLY shouldn't have, but nothing anywhere near what some of you guys seem to have gone through.
Although there was one time I met a guy and his sister playing. Sister looked young (15-16ish) but very pretty. The brother was about my age. I watched their game and hung out for a while. Eventually they left and the brother's friend said "wow, you're the first guy I've seen in a while who didn't make a pass at his sister"
"Why would I, she's can't be a day older than 17 (I was 21)"
"Dude, she's 20."
Cue me simultaneously being disgusted that people would hit on a girl that looked around that age and kicking myself for not being more friendly
You have to watch with that though, I've gotten the other end of that once; bunch of mouth-breathers on the bus calling me a perv and all that, when the girl I was with was A - in her mid-twenties, just really young looking, and B - my cousin. We weren't even sitting on the same seat FFS, but this "paedo-paranoia" that the tabloids have whipped up is bordering on witch hunting now.
I'd say better that way than the other.
Just today, in Northallerton, my best friend took her two year old little girl to play in the park.
She noticed a middle aged man walking around the toddler section (which is screened from the rest of the park by a fence) smiling at her little girl. This isn't that unusual, as she does a fine line in adorable when she isn't being a little git, but it was enough to ring a few alarm bells in my friends head.
Home time arrives, and git mode activates, with toddler refusing to leave and throwing a strop. My friend pulls a fairly reliable trick, she pretends to leave. She walks around the corner, then immediately peers around, to see daughter scampering towards exit to catch her up.
In those two or three seconds that it took for her to hide around the corner, then turn to look back, the man from earlier, who was still hanging around, had climbed the fence and was walking towards her daughter, smiling.
My friend bundled her under her arm, headed for the car and called the police.
Now, there could be an innocent explanation, but if anyone has a plausible one, I'd like to hear it.
SheSpits wrote: Anything i see with YOLO has half naked eleventeen year olds Girls. And of course booze and drugs and more half naked elventeen yearolds Girls. O how i wish to YOLO again!
My favourite post of the week , it's gonna get sigged. Hats off to you for providing awkward (but hilarious) humour in the awkward game experience thread.
SheSpits wrote: Ive had two really BAD times inside a LGS. One was a game i played with a guy who was in the SPEC OP's. He was on leave and from the UK. He had spent a goo amount of time going over his codex and making list while stationed. We played and it did not go so good for him, he couldnt understand why he lost and was very very pissed. He looked at the table and back at me over and over again. He looked mad as hell. He started to pick his minis off the table and threw them into his case. He ranted on about he didnt understand how he didnt win. He came back in after he put his things into his car and walked right up to me. He told me next week same time bring this list and im going to destroy you! It also didnt help his wife was FINE!! And the whole time we played I was shooting the ... with her. He used SW and i used some closet orks i had.
Second time i was at a LGS and it was FNM. I noticed this heavy set guy getting very angry at the girl he was playing. I guess she pulled a card that does not let you get past 1 life. He threw his cards in her face and decked her right in the face. He knocked her out and started to put his cards back into his "pokemon" back pack and threw her cards in there aswell. I was the only one who seen what happend as the place was packed and they where sitting in the very back at a table for just them in the GW section. I was more in shock at what happened then running over to assist. Once i snapped out i made my way over there and put him into standing choke. Until the store manager came to the back and seen the girl on the floor crying and me chocking the guy out.
Boom, first page with some first class gak that didn't happen (STDH)!
Beyond the usual extreme body odor or lack of personal hygiene...
I was playing in a MageKnight tourni when MK was still around. Some kids at a nearby table were opening their boosters when one of them pulled a female character. He and his friends, which included more than half the shop, gathered around to comment on her low cut top.
I turned to my buddy and commented, "They must all be virgins".
Of course everyone in the shop was perfectly quiet the moment I said this and it was clearly audible for all to hear.
Haight wrote: Gamers can tend to be a pretty awkward bunch. There's a guy at the local shop that tends to hang out over games, commentate, and kibitz. By commentating, i mean like "oh you shouldn't have done that", or "Really? you're using a Annointed of Asuryan, you know he's bad right?" He's been asked dozens of times not to do this. He also insists on telling you all about the highlights of his past games, games for the most part i don't play and am not interested in (again, something pointed out regularly).
The 3-4 guys i go to the shop with and I are generally cool with the staff, and we make pretty sizeable purchases everytime we're in to support the place (i basically buy all my GW stuff from them at full MSRP to help them out, and to say i have army ADD is a fething understatement). After the fourth or fifth session of this kid (i say kid... he's probably early to mid twenties), i sighed, put my dice down and was like "Dude, listen, i've tried to be nice. I've tried to be accomodating. I've tried hoping you'll just go away, or get a game with someone. There's no easy way to say this, so i'll just come out and say it: You bother me, and i'd appreciate it if you'd leave me and my buddies alone while we play games. I come here to relax, and you make that impossible."
It worked, but I felt like an ass that it had to come to that. People just need to get the hint that when someone is being coldly cordial, they are being polite, and probably want to be left alone !
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I am always very short and uncaring of people like that, depending on how I felt that day I could get downright nasty. I think the staff at the local GW warned people about me...
The kindest I think I ever was, I had gotten somewhat annoyed and told the person to "leave my sight" and motioned a shooing, which after he did not listen I shouted for him to get the (beep) away from me, you are in my personal zone
I hate, like really hate, when people stand to close to me.
I wonder how many of these sorts of stories are told about me, I lost my temper on a daily basis
SheSpits wrote: Ive had two really BAD times inside a LGS. One was a game i played with a guy who was in the SPEC OP's. He was on leave and from the UK. He had spent a goo amount of time going over his codex and making list while stationed. We played and it did not go so good for him, he couldnt understand why he lost and was very very pissed. He looked at the table and back at me over and over again. He looked mad as hell. He started to pick his minis off the table and threw them into his case. He ranted on about he didnt understand how he didnt win. He came back in after he put his things into his car and walked right up to me. He told me next week same time bring this list and im going to destroy you! It also didnt help his wife was FINE!! And the whole time we played I was shooting the ... with her. He used SW and i used some closet orks i had.
Second time i was at a LGS and it was FNM. I noticed this heavy set guy getting very angry at the girl he was playing. I guess she pulled a card that does not let you get past 1 life. He threw his cards in her face and decked her right in the face. He knocked her out and started to put his cards back into his "pokemon" back pack and threw her cards in there aswell. I was the only one who seen what happend as the place was packed and they where sitting in the very back at a table for just them in the GW section. I was more in shock at what happened then running over to assist. Once i snapped out i made my way over there and put him into standing choke. Until the store manager came to the back and seen the girl on the floor crying and me chocking the guy out.
TOTALLY AWESOME! That sounds like a rocking store! I love how the story ends with you choking out the fat guy while the girl is laying on the ground unconscious.
Chaperoned my son for his first 40k Tourney when he was 9. I wasn't playing, or giving advice, just making sure he wasn't ruining anyone else's gaming, and didn't suddenly go, you know, 9 year old.
Anyhow, a Mom comes in with two of her sons, 9 and 11. Both of the kids had split a AoBR box, assembled their models and brought them in. She had heard of the event by the notices left in the LGS. Brought her kids in to see what it was all about and get some insight into what folks who played 40K were actually up to. I explained things as best I could, and when she asked when the next event was I directed her to the TO.
The Mom approached him and inquired when the next event might be. He mistook her interest, and immediately launched into trying to recruit her into his gaming group, dropped at least 20 Fbombs, and was engaging his Nerd charm heavily while trying to "get to know" her. At the height of his Nerd moves, he noticed a rather nasty vehicle destruction and roared at the top of his lungs "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!" Took her 5 seconds to round up her two sons, their small armies, and get the heck out of there. As she was leaving, he looked around at the tournament and declared "SHE'S HOT!".
Not sure what was more tragic. His idiocy. The lost opportunity to foster fledgling gamers. Or the legal system that frowns heavily upon fine upstanding citizens seizing the opportunity, when recognized, to beat the life out of those who most assuredly deserve it....
dracpanzer wrote: Chaperoned my son for his first 40k Tourney when he was 9. I wasn't playing, or giving advice, just making sure he wasn't ruining anyone else's gaming, and didn't suddenly go, you know, 9 year old.
Anyhow, a Mom comes in with two of her sons, 9 and 11. Both of the kids had split a AoBR box, assembled their models and brought them in. She had heard of the event by the notices left in the LGS. Brought her kids in to see what it was all about and get some insight into what folks who played 40K were actually up to. I explained things as best I could, and when she asked when the next event was I directed her to the TO.
The Mom approached him and inquired when the next event might be. He mistook her interest, and immediately launched into trying to recruit her into his gaming group, dropped at least 20 Fbombs, and was engaging his Nerd charm heavily while trying to "get to know" her. At the height of his Nerd moves, he noticed a rather nasty vehicle destruction and roared at the top of his lungs "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!" Took her 5 seconds to round up her two sons, their small armies, and get the heck out of there. As she was leaving, he looked around at the tournament and declared "SHE'S HOT!".
Not sure what was more tragic. His idiocy. The lost opportunity to foster fledgling gamers. Or the legal system that frowns heavily upon fine upstanding citizens seizing the opportunity, when recognized, to beat the life out of those who most assuredly deserve it....
MrMoustaffa wrote: What kind of round is illegal for a guy to be carrying in a pistol. Only thing I can think of is armor piercing.
Maybe he was USA spec ops and fed you a load of bull so you wouldn't figure out his real job?
As for me, I've had a few awkward moments where a guy got a bit carried away or brought up an odd subject in a place where he REALLY shouldn't have, but nothing anywhere near what some of you guys seem to have gone through.
Although there was one time I met a guy and his sister playing. Sister looked young (15-16ish) but very pretty. The brother was about my age. I watched their game and hung out for a while. Eventually they left and the brother's friend said "wow, you're the first guy I've seen in a while who didn't make a pass at his sister"
"Why would I, she's can't be a day older than 17 (I was 21)"
"Dude, she's 20."
Cue me simultaneously being disgusted that people would hit on a girl that looked around that age and kicking myself for not being more friendly
You have to watch with that though, I've gotten the other end of that once; bunch of mouth-breathers on the bus calling me a perv and all that, when the girl I was with was A - in her mid-twenties, just really young looking, and B - my cousin. We weren't even sitting on the same seat FFS, but this "paedo-paranoia" that the tabloids have whipped up is bordering on witch hunting now.
I'd say better that way than the other.
Just today, in Northallerton, my best friend took her two year old little girl to play in the park.
She noticed a middle aged man walking around the toddler section (which is screened from the rest of the park by a fence) smiling at her little girl. This isn't that unusual, as she does a fine line in adorable when she isn't being a little git, but it was enough to ring a few alarm bells in my friends head.
Home time arrives, and git mode activates, with toddler refusing to leave and throwing a strop. My friend pulls a fairly reliable trick, she pretends to leave. She walks around the corner, then immediately peers around, to see daughter scampering towards exit to catch her up.
In those two or three seconds that it took for her to hide around the corner, then turn to look back, the man from earlier, who was still hanging around, had climbed the fence and was walking towards her daughter, smiling.
My friend bundled her under her arm, headed for the car and called the police.
Now, there could be an innocent explanation, but if anyone has a plausible one, I'd like to hear it.
While I'm sure that was a horrible experience for your friend, the idea that it's commonplace enough that we should be encouraging a "guilty until proven innocent" attitude in members of the public is insanely dangerous, and while it sounds callous, it's better that a very very occasional incident of child abuse happens if the alternative is creating an environment that gives free reign to ignorant thugs to dish out punishment to anyone they think is "acting funny round kids innit". If those scumbags on the bus had been on the cider and just decided to give me a kicking rather than throw abuse at us, what, you'd say that's a price worth paying because there's an infinitesimal chance they might have been right and I actually was hanging about with an inappropriately young girl?
Awkward moment #2 , more humerous. Kid about 13 or 14 on a saturday afternoon at the same shop, parent reading a novel in a corner. Kid is playing magic, and literally screaming about "Yay-yo" (Spelling error for sure, it's "cocaine" in another language, basically, Portuguese or Spanish i think). My friend and i are unfortunately at the table directly across from where this kid is (i'm facing it, his back is to it). My bud gets so annoyed, stalks over to the parent whom we'd seen come in with the kid, and was like "Lady, no offense, you're teenage son is screaming about cocaine in public. Nice parenting."
Her response was "THAT'S WHAT THAT MEANS !? " and proceeds to yank the kid out of the store delivering a withering tongue lashing.
That was pretty funny and awkward at the same time.
Possibly Cuban, then. "Yayo". I first heard the term in "Scarface" (Al Pacino) 1983 or so - inasmuch as you could understand anything Tony Montana said, anyway.
With his dropping of some letters and adding of 'g' to words that didn't require it (Don' Fu' wi' me, mang!") - although this could have been something Cuban immigrants to the USA did.
It was also in a song from the soundtrack by Debbie Harry ("Rush rush"). Haven't really heard it outside of that.
13 or 14 seems about the right age to watch that film (given most parent's lack of attentiveness to game or movie ratings, anyway).
Awkward moment #2 , more humerous. Kid about 13 or 14 on a saturday afternoon at the same shop, parent reading a novel in a corner. Kid is playing magic, and literally screaming about "Yay-yo" (Spelling error for sure, it's "cocaine" in another language, basically, Portuguese or Spanish i think). My friend and i are unfortunately at the table directly across from where this kid is (i'm facing it, his back is to it). My bud gets so annoyed, stalks over to the parent whom we'd seen come in with the kid, and was like "Lady, no offense, you're teenage son is screaming about cocaine in public. Nice parenting."
Her response was "THAT'S WHAT THAT MEANS !? " and proceeds to yank the kid out of the store delivering a withering tongue lashing.
That was pretty funny and awkward at the same time.
Thats choice.
As to the first situation. I've only rarely had that. I've found a simple "go away" delivered from an angry looking old fart works easily. But I've never been known for being especially friendly.
MrMoustaffa wrote: What kind of round is illegal for a guy to be carrying in a pistol. Only thing I can think of is armor piercing.
Maybe he was USA spec ops and fed you a load of bull so you wouldn't figure out his real job?
As for me, I've had a few awkward moments where a guy got a bit carried away or brought up an odd subject in a place where he REALLY shouldn't have, but nothing anywhere near what some of you guys seem to have gone through.
Although there was one time I met a guy and his sister playing. Sister looked young (15-16ish) but very pretty. The brother was about my age. I watched their game and hung out for a while. Eventually they left and the brother's friend said "wow, you're the first guy I've seen in a while who didn't make a pass at his sister"
"Why would I, she's can't be a day older than 17 (I was 21)"
"Dude, she's 20."
Cue me simultaneously being disgusted that people would hit on a girl that looked around that age and kicking myself for not being more friendly
You have to watch with that though, I've gotten the other end of that once; bunch of mouth-breathers on the bus calling me a perv and all that, when the girl I was with was A - in her mid-twenties, just really young looking, and B - my cousin. We weren't even sitting on the same seat FFS, but this "paedo-paranoia" that the tabloids have whipped up is bordering on witch hunting now.
I'd say better that way than the other.
Just today, in Northallerton, my best friend took her two year old little girl to play in the park.
She noticed a middle aged man walking around the toddler section (which is screened from the rest of the park by a fence) smiling at her little girl. This isn't that unusual, as she does a fine line in adorable when she isn't being a little git, but it was enough to ring a few alarm bells in my friends head.
Home time arrives, and git mode activates, with toddler refusing to leave and throwing a strop. My friend pulls a fairly reliable trick, she pretends to leave. She walks around the corner, then immediately peers around, to see daughter scampering towards exit to catch her up.
In those two or three seconds that it took for her to hide around the corner, then turn to look back, the man from earlier, who was still hanging around, had climbed the fence and was walking towards her daughter, smiling.
My friend bundled her under her arm, headed for the car and called the police.
Now, there could be an innocent explanation, but if anyone has a plausible one, I'd like to hear it.
While I'm sure that was a horrible experience for your friend, the idea that it's commonplace enough that we should be encouraging a "guilty until proven innocent" attitude in members of the public is insanely dangerous, and while it sounds callous, it's better that a very very occasional incident of child abuse happens if the alternative is creating an environment that gives free reign to ignorant thugs to dish out punishment to anyone they think is "acting funny round kids innit". If those scumbags on the bus had been on the cider and just decided to give me a kicking rather than throw abuse at us, what, you'd say that's a price worth paying because there's an infinitesimal chance they might have been right and I actually was hanging about with an inappropriately young girl?
My wife who worked with the police here specializing in child victims, would just stare at you for such an amazingly stupid comment.
I was buying 40k in GW and a kid came over and started telling me all about the latest fantasy release. (VC I think)
I said "I don't know, I don't play fantasy" everytime he stopped for breath or asked a question.
This went on for about five minutes till the manager came over and gently led him back over to the fantasy crowd.
Obviously, then I administered a piledriver to anyone under the age of 40 and spinning bird kicked my way out of the shop.
PredaKhaine wrote: I was buying 40k in GW and a kid came over and started telling me all about the latest fantasy release. (VC I think)
I said "I don't know, I don't play fantasy" everytime he stopped for breath or asked a question.
This went on for about five minutes till the manager came over and gently led him back over to the fantasy crowd.
Obviously, then I administered a piledriver to anyone under the age of 40 and spinning bird kicked my way out of the shop.
PredaKhaine wrote: I was buying 40k in GW and a kid came over and started telling me all about the latest fantasy release. (VC I think) I said "I don't know, I don't play fantasy" everytime he stopped for breath or asked a question. This went on for about five minutes till the manager came over and gently led him back over to the fantasy crowd.
Obviously, then I administered a piledriver to anyone under the age of 40 and spinning bird kicked my way out of the shop.
I once roundhouse kicked a twelve year old child back into his mother's womb (instant de-aging and reattachment of UC) for telling me my marines were painted incorrectly. I then took his mom and her sister out to dinner, and proceeded to knock the sister up with octuplets. How else do you think octomom happened?
Awkward moment #2 , more humerous. Kid about 13 or 14 on a saturday afternoon at the same shop, parent reading a novel in a corner. Kid is playing magic, and literally screaming about "Yay-yo" (Spelling error for sure, it's "cocaine" in another language, basically, Portuguese or Spanish i think). My friend and i are unfortunately at the table directly across from where this kid is (i'm facing it, his back is to it). My bud gets so annoyed, stalks over to the parent whom we'd seen come in with the kid, and was like "Lady, no offense, you're teenage son is screaming about cocaine in public. Nice parenting."
Her response was "THAT'S WHAT THAT MEANS !? " and proceeds to yank the kid out of the store delivering a withering tongue lashing.
That was pretty funny and awkward at the same time.
Thats choice.
As to the first situation. I've only rarely had that. I've found a simple "go away" delivered from an angry looking old fart works easily. But I've never been known for being especially friendly.
MrMoustaffa wrote: What kind of round is illegal for a guy to be carrying in a pistol. Only thing I can think of is armor piercing.
Maybe he was USA spec ops and fed you a load of bull so you wouldn't figure out his real job?
As for me, I've had a few awkward moments where a guy got a bit carried away or brought up an odd subject in a place where he REALLY shouldn't have, but nothing anywhere near what some of you guys seem to have gone through.
Although there was one time I met a guy and his sister playing. Sister looked young (15-16ish) but very pretty. The brother was about my age. I watched their game and hung out for a while. Eventually they left and the brother's friend said "wow, you're the first guy I've seen in a while who didn't make a pass at his sister"
"Why would I, she's can't be a day older than 17 (I was 21)"
"Dude, she's 20."
Cue me simultaneously being disgusted that people would hit on a girl that looked around that age and kicking myself for not being more friendly
You have to watch with that though, I've gotten the other end of that once; bunch of mouth-breathers on the bus calling me a perv and all that, when the girl I was with was A - in her mid-twenties, just really young looking, and B - my cousin. We weren't even sitting on the same seat FFS, but this "paedo-paranoia" that the tabloids have whipped up is bordering on witch hunting now.
I'd say better that way than the other.
Just today, in Northallerton, my best friend took her two year old little girl to play in the park.
She noticed a middle aged man walking around the toddler section (which is screened from the rest of the park by a fence) smiling at her little girl. This isn't that unusual, as she does a fine line in adorable when she isn't being a little git, but it was enough to ring a few alarm bells in my friends head.
Home time arrives, and git mode activates, with toddler refusing to leave and throwing a strop. My friend pulls a fairly reliable trick, she pretends to leave. She walks around the corner, then immediately peers around, to see daughter scampering towards exit to catch her up.
In those two or three seconds that it took for her to hide around the corner, then turn to look back, the man from earlier, who was still hanging around, had climbed the fence and was walking towards her daughter, smiling.
My friend bundled her under her arm, headed for the car and called the police.
Now, there could be an innocent explanation, but if anyone has a plausible one, I'd like to hear it.
While I'm sure that was a horrible experience for your friend, the idea that it's commonplace enough that we should be encouraging a "guilty until proven innocent" attitude in members of the public is insanely dangerous, and while it sounds callous, it's better that a very very occasional incident of child abuse happens if the alternative is creating an environment that gives free reign to ignorant thugs to dish out punishment to anyone they think is "acting funny round kids innit". If those scumbags on the bus had been on the cider and just decided to give me a kicking rather than throw abuse at us, what, you'd say that's a price worth paying because there's an infinitesimal chance they might have been right and I actually was hanging about with an inappropriately young girl?
My wife who worked with the police here specializing in child victims, would just stare at you for such an amazingly stupid comment.
Really? Then I hope to hell she wasn't an actual police officer, because if it's bad for random people on the internet to be advocating/excusing a concerted effort to create a paranoid vigilante culture, it's ten times worse for a law enforcement official to.
Are you going to actually explain why my position(that being; accepting that an unfortunate but extremely small amount of one serious crime will happen is better than fostering a culture which, justified by a claimed attempt to reduce the first type of crime, creates a much much larger amount of similarly serious crime) is "amazingly stupid", ideally without resorting to the usual "summady fink of da CHILLEN! " nonsense.
Thats sounds like a very good plan - an awkward moment from saturday.
I was playing against a friend (in GW! ) and we were rolling away happily and an older gentlemen mumbled something at me. I asked him to repeat and he said loudly "I'd like to buy this" and waved an eldar codex at me. I pointed him in the direction of the manager, then shouted the manager over and he bought the codex and left.
A while afterwords I had the thought - Does this mean that I, in my free time, of my own free will, dress like a GW employee?
Had a player basically concede a game after turn two on a scenario board at Templecon. We were about thirty minutes into it and he was really kind of getting battered. I wasn't about to make him stay in a game he wasn't having any fun in, and there was no win by caster kill option (per the table scenario).
He pulls his bag out to pack up, then starts to play again, deciding to use every tactic in his power to drag out a game he had conceded, and then gotten indignant about, to four hours in length.
It got awkward when people playing next to us (which had roatated multiple times because of how long our game was) kept asking how it was going
Easy E wrote: Now, now....let's not create an awkward situation now. Let's keep this thread from derailing, and move the "Vigilante Culture" talk to the OT forum.
Fair point Easy E. I'll back off.
I've strained my brain, but other than that time the ninjas attacked, and we-of course-easily beat them back with whippy sticks while sipping martinis, I can't think of too much. I've had some very strained moments with opposing players, annoying bystanders, and the usual incredibly stinking person, but not too much. I do remember gaming several times back in the time when it rained in Texas, in such rain that I thought we were going to get flooded out.
In contrast many years ago the wife used to take The Boy (then about 8 I think) to some week night YuGiYo gaming at a different location. They often had some Ft Hood guys come down and play and kind of adopted him into their regular group. We have a group pic somewhere the wife took of all these army guys huddling around a little Z smiling from ear to ear.
I signed up just to post on this thread, and then as I was typing up my experiences I realised they just weren't very amsuing, or indeed on topic.
So that was awkward...
But to recap, because why not:
Cringe worthy hyper shouty excitedness of GW staff (Hello Manchester Arndale store!) "THESE GUYS ARE BAD ASSED! BOOOM! YOU WANT FIFTEEN BOXES!" Nah mate, I just want some Agrax Earthshade...
The opposite to this, where I go to a different outlet, and am received with rudeness and caution (Hello, Fanboy3!) You feel bad interrupting these turbo nerds to bother them with something as stupid as wanting buy some 28mm stuff that isn't Warmachine. That place smells awful, too.
I finished dead-last at a tournement last year. I got tabled TWICE. I was using an unfamiliar army (Wood elves with only 1 shooting unit... go figure!) but I was still pretty sad about that.
Otherwise, I suppose I've been quite lucky. I've not had to Chuck Norris anyones face off, save a damsel in distress or dragon punch my way out of a squad of rabid Spec Op vets!
Apologies for lack of anything decent, I just really wanted to join in.
One awkward moment from last week was when I was sitting at the small painting table in my local GW working on some farsight suits.
The manager sat down and started talking me about some non-hobby related stuff. During our convo this guy sits down with us and asks: "Hey where did you get that bag?" (looking at my KR bag), "It looks wayyyy better than GW's cases and the foam is all custom."
I looked at the manager because I knew where this was headed. Manager basically had to tell the guy that you don't discuss non-GW products in the store and you certainly don't openly hate on GW's products either.
Long story short. I was TO for a tournament and was disrespected by a player. My hands were tied in the matter, so no action could be taken against the player. (he was wrong) It was part of whole day of "my hands are tied.".
Was watching some friends play Fantasy last night and was facing the three tables full of D&D crowd. SO MANY BUTT CRACKS!!! Men and women, I had to turn to face the other way. Hasbro really should hand out belts with that game
Swan-of-War wrote: Was watching some friends play Fantasy last night and was facing the three tables full of D&D crowd. SO MANY BUTT CRACKS!!! Men and women, I had to turn to face the other way. Hasbro really should hand out belts with that game
Sounds like what we had to go through at our store when we ran Heroclix. Butt crack everywhere. It was so bad one day that a guy in the store legit had half his butt showing while he was seated. After two times of reminding to pull his pants up to waist level and keep them there, my friend decided for the 3rd time to place the guy's pen in the region between his butt crack and pants. I have never seen someone jump up to pull up their pants so fast. Unfortunately, after a crack free hour and a half guess where the guy's pants where as he was packing up. I truly felt nauseated by the end of that day-o-clix. (I also had a headache, so frustrating)
Ironwill13791 wrote: Long story short. I was TO for a tournament and was disrespected by a player. My hands were tied in the matter, so no action could be taken against the player. (he was wrong) It was part of whole day of "my hands are tied.".
unless you were TO'ing handcuffed.. that needs explanation... cause that sounds like you weren't in charge at all.
(heck.. it needs explanation if you WERE TO'ing handcuffed)
This one time when I was at a game shop minding my own business all of a sudden a gang of thugs busted in and tried to rob the store and hijack the models! I stayed cool and stared him down with my wolf stare, while I drew my Glock 7 ( it costs more than you make in a month). I quickly aimed at them and fired a barrage of high explosive armor piercing baby killing depleted uranium shells ( illegal in 87 countries ), with each shot being a perfect headshot right between the eyes.
It was about this time that some creepy guy in the back of the store decided to say not nice things to a female Gaming there. Overhearing this, I quickly activated White Knight mode and rushed across the store where used my skill as the last surviving Grandmaster of the ancient Chinese art of Dim Sum to beat him into unconsciousness using only my pinkies.
Now the police cars were showing up and wanting to know what was going on with the dead thugs and the unconscious creepy guy. I produced my identification that show that I was the captain of a secret government force known as " the secret squirrels " answerable only to the president directly. The police cleaned up the bodies and my and contacts made sure that the story was never reported in the media.
The management at the store was so grateful for my actions that they offered to give me any models I want for free. I paid for them anyways at full retail price because I'm a multi billionaire and I like to support my FLGS.
Ironwill13791 wrote: Long story short. I was TO for a tournament and was disrespected by a player. My hands were tied in the matter, so no action could be taken against the player. (he was wrong) It was part of whole day of "my hands are tied.".
unless you were TO'ing handcuffed.. that needs explanation... cause that sounds like you weren't in charge at all.
(heck.. it needs explanation if you WERE TO'ing handcuffed)
Figurative handcuffing, the other way would truly be awkward . The guy who was being disrespectful is the "higher guy on the totem pole" (senior judge). I was running the tournament and he played in it to prevent an odd # of players (he paid and was allegeable for prizes). So pretty much as of now he is untouchable to any disciplinary action because he can just "overrule it", even though he is participating in a tournament I was running. It lead to my 1st (well 2nd) awkward moment of when I gave a ruling in his 3rd match and the result was something that he didn't like; him barking at me to proof it and me not being able to do anything to him. (luckily his opponent pulled out the FAQ and showed him in black + white to diffuse the situation) The real 1st awkward moment was when I organized out the prize pool with the store, and finally felt like I was in charge. It all came crashing down, when he heard what the prizes were and "didn't like it". He then ran upstairs and changed the prizes to what he wanted them to be (which was accompanied with a math failure of his prizes totaling $140 out of the $150 to be spread out).
This is going to lead to me talking to the store about this and if I don't gain authority in such situations, then he can do all the work himself and I will just judge cf-vanguard. I had a complete breakdown of what happened , but I didn't want to face repercussions back at the store for writing it out online. Oh well, maybe I can get some good advice.
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Phobos wrote: This one time when I was at a game shop minding my own business all of a sudden a gang of thugs busted in and tried to rob the store and hijack the models! I stayed cool and stared him down with my wolf stare, while I drew my Glock 7 ( it costs more than you make in a month). I quickly aimed at them and fired a barrage of high explosive armor piercing baby killing depleted uranium shells ( illegal in 87 countries ), with each shot being a perfect headshot right between the eyes.
It was about this time that some creepy guy in the back of the store decided to say not nice things to a female Gaming there. Overhearing this, I quickly activated White Knight mode and rushed across the store where used my skill as the last surviving Grandmaster of the ancient Chinese art of Dim Sum to beat him into unconsciousness using only my pinkies.
Now the police cars were showing up and wanting to know what was going on with the dead thugs and the unconscious creepy guy. I produced my identification that show that I was the captain of a secret government force known as " the secret squirrels " answerable only to the president directly. The police cleaned up the bodies and my and contacts made sure that the story was never reported in the media.
The management at the store was so grateful for my actions that they offered to give me any models I want for free. I paid for them anyways at full retail price because I'm a multi billionaire and I like to support my FLGS.
You forgot to mention how the female you saved was attractive, and how grateful she was later on when you took her back to your impressive mansion.
Three weeks in to a slow grow 40k league and play against a person that knows but doesn't care that he is playing the previous edition. We were playing 5th edition and he got mad and started yelling that I could bring my Kroot on from the side of the board. I asked him where he get that from andbhe pulled out the 4th edition rule book. I asked another player to explain to him what his malfunction was. He got pissed, packed off and pealed out in his chester wagon. F'ing weird guy.
Phobos wrote: This one time when I was at a game shop minding my own business all of a sudden a gang of thugs busted in and tried to rob the store and hijack the models! I stayed cool and stared him down with my wolf stare, while I drew my Glock 7 ( it costs more than you make in a month). I quickly aimed at them and fired a barrage of high explosive armor piercing baby killing depleted uranium shells ( illegal in 87 countries ), with each shot being a perfect headshot right between the eyes.
It was about this time that some creepy guy in the back of the store decided to say not nice things to a female Gaming there. Overhearing this, I quickly activated White Knight mode and rushed across the store where used my skill as the last surviving Grandmaster of the ancient Chinese art of Dim Sum to beat him into unconsciousness using only my pinkies.
Now the police cars were showing up and wanting to know what was going on with the dead thugs and the unconscious creepy guy. I produced my identification that show that I was the captain of a secret government force known as " the secret squirrels " answerable only to the president directly. The police cleaned up the bodies and my and contacts made sure that the story was never reported in the media.
The management at the store was so grateful for my actions that they offered to give me any models I want for free. I paid for them anyways at full retail price because I'm a multi billionaire and I like to support my FLGS.
could have used more head explosions and tank punching
Phobos wrote: This one time when I was at a game shop minding my own business all of a sudden a gang of thugs busted in and tried to rob the store and hijack the models! I stayed cool and stared him down with my wolf stare, while I drew my Glock 7 ( it costs more than you make in a month). I quickly aimed at them and fired a barrage of high explosive armor piercing baby killing depleted uranium shells ( illegal in 87 countries ), with each shot being a perfect headshot right between the eyes.
It was about this time that some creepy guy in the back of the store decided to say not nice things to a female Gaming there. Overhearing this, I quickly activated White Knight mode and rushed across the store where used my skill as the last surviving Grandmaster of the ancient Chinese art of Dim Sum to beat him into unconsciousness using only my pinkies.
Now the police cars were showing up and wanting to know what was going on with the dead thugs and the unconscious creepy guy. I produced my identification that show that I was the captain of a secret government force known as " the secret squirrels " answerable only to the president directly. The police cleaned up the bodies and my and contacts made sure that the story was never reported in the media.
The management at the store was so grateful for my actions that they offered to give me any models I want for free. I paid for them anyways at full retail price because I'm a multi billionaire and I like to support my FLGS.
The worst I've had is a mini-apoc game I was a part of, where at the beginning of the game three people got into an argument over whether or not you can roll for two different psychic disciplines or not out of the core rulebook. I'm usually the local rules lawyer but I decided to sit this one out since it was getting loud and I was hungry. I'd eaten, got bored, went to pick up monsters, got hungry again, and eaten again by the time they finished. Not really an impressive tale.
Not at the table, but I loaned one of my rulebooks out to someone, and when I got it back I threw it in my car. A few days ago I looked in it again and noticed a few pieces of paper. They were the man's W-2s as well as a few other things.(I'm not keeping them, It's just I don't see him till friday.)
Once I was playing a game with my Necron friend at our FLGS, when some guy comes up to us and screams about how one of us made a tactical error by not putting our infantry in cover, then he whipped out his belt-fed pistol and continued to scream his head off at us. The store owner called the authorities, and we were greeted with a squad of Spec Op assassin assassins landing on the roof and busting through the door and windows to inspect this guy's ID. Seeing as he was Spec Ops, the assassin assassins did their job and assassinated him.
Ok, real story. Probably not that awkward at all, but that's good because this is about me. Some people, no idea how new they were, were looking into getting a new board game at the store (Cthulhu or whatever the heck they are), when I kind of stumble into their circle and and interrupt asking where the bathroom is. SHEBANG! THE PINNACLE OF AWKWARDNESS!
I dunno how weird that is on its own, but the stupid part was the bathroom was in PLAIN sight very nearby.
This is going to lead to me talking to the store about this and if I don't gain authority in such situations, then he can do all the work himself and I will just judge cf-vanguard. I had a complete breakdown of what happened , but I didn't want to face repercussions back at the store for writing it out online. Oh well, maybe I can get some good advice.
Oh thats simple, don't be a TO with that guy. Problem / solution.
I'm at Forgeworld open day 2011. Long trip up, so headphones were a godsend. I'd left them hanging from my top when I went in. I pass the Ork-Eldar megabattle, lean over the table to get a good look at something cool on the table. I hear something go crack.
Not only had my headphones broken an Ork vehicle on display, but they had knocked over several other models. In one swing.
Fortunately the damage wasn't too bad, but suffice to say my headphones went out of sight very quickly. I stood the models up again before quickly moving on. To this day, I still don't know if anyone saw.
liquidjoshi wrote: I'm at Forgeworld open day 2011. Long trip up, so headphones were a godsend. I'd left them hanging from my top when I went in. I pass the Ork-Eldar megabattle, lean over the table to get a good look at something cool on the table. I hear something go crack.
Not only had my headphones broken an Ork vehicle on display, but they had knocked over several other models. In one swing. Fortunately the damage wasn't too bad, but suffice to say my headphones went out of sight very quickly. I stood the models up again before quickly moving on. To this day, I still don't know if anyone saw.
OOOOHHHHH snap. That's like driving away from hitting a pedestrian.
was once at my GW (there's no where else to play near me, don't judge me D and playin good ole' WHFB with my lovely all cavalry and magic chaos warriors, and got INCREDIBLY lucky with a magic spell. My opponent was fairly young-ish, and as his deathstar-esque unit of vampire blood dragon knights with lord ensemble was removed, his eyes started to water.
I have never felt that bad in my life since.
Elemental wrote: Went to a tournament last February. Of course, they're a bit noisy anyway, but I also had an ill-timed ear problem that made everything sound like I was underwater, so I had to ask people what they said a lot of times. This started to feel uncomfortable, especially with an opponent with a strong accent, who had problems understanding me as well. The worst part was spending about two minutes trying to explain to said opponent "Wait, the penalty I thought applied to that model didn't, so I've actually killed that beast." He eventually gave me it, and I was sure it was legit, but I was left with a nagging worry that from his point of view, I'd been TFG, hectoring him to get an advantage.
Easy E wrote: Well, I did say we had different gaming styles. My preferred style is pantless.
Was it a sneaky way of pre-measuring? I read something in an old White Dwarf about gamers who would memorise the length of their forearms and find lots of excuses to lean across the table. And if there's one body part whose size the average man will have memorised.....
Hah! The distance between my thumb and pinkie finger when my fingers are splayed is 8". I'd use that to premeasure a M4 figure in 40k 2nd edition's run or charge range
I don't know whatever GW store you go into you get a load of really really weird people. I often think to myself, do I really fit in here? The answer is no so I rarely go to one. I only really play 40k at tournaments and with friends on our boards.
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Phobos wrote: This one time when I was at a game shop minding my own business all of a sudden a gang of thugs busted in and tried to rob the store and hijack the models! I stayed cool and stared him down with my wolf stare, while I drew my Glock 7 ( it costs more than you make in a month). I quickly aimed at them and fired a barrage of high explosive armor piercing baby killing depleted uranium shells ( illegal in 87 countries ), with each shot being a perfect headshot right between the eyes.
It was about this time that some creepy guy in the back of the store decided to say not nice things to a female Gaming there. Overhearing this, I quickly activated White Knight mode and rushed across the store where used my skill as the last surviving Grandmaster of the ancient Chinese art of Dim Sum to beat him into unconsciousness using only my pinkies.
Now the police cars were showing up and wanting to know what was going on with the dead thugs and the unconscious creepy guy. I produced my identification that show that I was the captain of a secret government force known as " the secret squirrels " answerable only to the president directly. The police cleaned up the bodies and my and contacts made sure that the story was never reported in the media.
The management at the store was so grateful for my actions that they offered to give me any models I want for free. I paid for them anyways at full retail price because I'm a multi billionaire and I like to support my FLGS.
sounds like a toned down version of SheSpits "true post".
Automatically Appended Next Post: My most awkward moment was playing against a 16 ish kid in fantasy. His storm vermin were poised to charge my small unit of chosen with my sorcerer in. I then promptly cast infernal gateway and rolled a lovely double 6. Goodbye 30 metal models (the whole unit must have cost almost £80). He then started crying and screaming and eventually announced to me that he was going to retake his move. Naturally I'm not going to have a huge argument with some young kid in the middle of a store so I let him. I ended up loosing.
I left with a snarky comment "hope that helped". He avoids me now.
Haight wrote: He also insists on telling you all about the highlights of his past games, games for the most part i don't play and am not interested in (again, something pointed out regularly).
This is the best. Especially when it's someone you don't know telling you about something they did in D&D or Vampire. What am I listening to here? You're telling me about something you and some other people I don't know pretended to do at some point?
Naturally that's when I choke slam them through the wall and engage my rocket boots to get back to my wicked cool life as a spec-ops assassin assassin (I specialise in killing assassins).
Ha!
I have been looking for you! I knew you'd slip up eventually! For I am an assassin assassin assassin!!!!!!11!
No, seriously, we have a guy like that at our local club, because I'm fairly knowledgable, in his mind it means I know all the things about all the games.
I feel bad, but I just let him talk, as he has a speech impediment, and it would take waay too long to ask him to explain, even if i were interested.
Don't get me wrong, i'm all for a little shop talk... i used to play warmachine hyper-competitively, and did well in that scene by placing in a couple of national scale tourneys. I like hearing current players talk shop, and i get to pull the "back in my day...!" routine // old man, get off my lawn voice.
But when someone tells me about something they did in anime tactics for the twentieth time, and i say "I'm not an anime fan past tri-gun and GITS, as in, i have zero interest in it, and i don't play that game", it just kills me.
To say nothing of how he turn one roasted some newb in magic (i play magic only in that i picked it up again to introduce my son to gaming, who is 6, and have fun playing him. We play only preconstructed decks with occassional cards slipped in that either of us think are cool).
I have a really high pressure job, and a family... i'm lucky if i get 2 nights at the shop a month, usually its 0-1. I don't want to spend a minute of that listening to prattle about games i know nothing about.
-- Haight
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gunslingerpro wrote: Had a player basically concede a game after turn two on a scenario board at Templecon. We were about thirty minutes into it and he was really kind of getting battered. I wasn't about to make him stay in a game he wasn't having any fun in, and there was no win by caster kill option (per the table scenario).
He pulls his bag out to pack up, then starts to play again, deciding to use every tactic in his power to drag out a game he had conceded, and then gotten indignant about, to four hours in length.
It got awkward when people playing next to us (which had roatated multiple times because of how long our game was) kept asking how it was going
Several years ago, i had someone quit a game of hardcore on me at templecon. I had taken a loss in round 2 (this was in the days that it didn't go to top 4 after 4 rounds), and was thus going for either executioner, or mage hunter. I killed a heavy beast with Ecaine and the rest of the list, and still had my feat left, and the warlock was easily in threat range, and had no where to hide. I also had some nigh on guaranteed KD on the warlock. Kid tried to walk from the game, so i called a judge, and the judge decided that if he packs up his toys and goes home, i get VP for everything on the table.
The kid was sorta shamed into staying, but my clock had been chewed enough, i took every lasts second i could to farm VP off him before i killed his bitch ass.
That was kinda weird, it's one of the only competitive times in all my years of playing warmachine where i was specifically out to curbstomp the gak out of someone for being a bad sport.
The guy had the balls to turn his back on me when i extended my hand to him after the game.
This might seem like poor form ; if you don't play hardcore, you might not get what a HUGE potential disadvantage losing a couple minutes in hardcore format in warmachine is, particularly when you're in contention for a caster kill or going for VP count for executioner. It can kill you.
On the plus side, still won executioner that year, despite the nastiness.
Just had another one today, where I witnessed a guy playing WHFB with a regular at my store. The regular's a skaven/chaos marines player, and is very unlucky 99% of the time. This combined to the really random mechanics of both armies lead him to crushing defeats for a while now, his sadness being quite touching me.
In his game, Mr regular/skaven player manages to land his dreaded 13th spell (first time I've seen him manage it) on the other player's high elf unit, thus destroying it. The high lef player went on whining for half an hour how this was broken as hell and was utterly disgusted his banner of the dragon-world didn't stop it. In his rant he went on to threatening to go to GW's HQ to "kick thier teeth out".
Quite an appalling behaviour for a grown-up man
paulson games wrote: Had to play against a very overweight guy who had crescent shaped sweat marks under each of his man boobs.
Oh the horror, that you had to be in the foul presence of a fat person
I mean seriously people, if someone has genuinely poor personal hygiene and stinks up the place, fine, that's an issue, but the judgement you see around here sometimes is ridiculous.
Many Moons ago in the year of 2001 I was playing a WHFB team game, 2 per side with 4k total.
At some point in the game I cause a unit to flee and my pursuit took me into a clipping scenario. Now my unit would clearly beat down whatever I clipped. (Something like Chaos Knights into an Empire Mortar or some nonsense)
1 of the 2 on the other side went into a rage about base contact, or sliding the tray or some crap. At this point I'm like... wtf man... so I say, "Let's just dice for it. You can pick Odds or evens. Winner makes the call."
No big deal, I really don't care if I win or lose, I just want o have fun with some friends, which he was (and also a coworker). So he goes into another rage about this or that, blah, blah.... There's about 10 of us playing on different tables and no one could figure out what his problem was.
So I told him if he didn't shut up and let it go I would climb across the table and stab him with a miniature. Then moved my unit back out of contact and told him I failed my pursuit roll.
I'm not sure what was more awkward, the fact I threatened to stab someone with a mini or his sheepish silence for the rest of the night while the rest of us enjoyed our games.
Worst experience I ever had was during a Magic tournament, after the cut to Top 8 I was seeded 2nd and playing seed 1. He was the local TFG. I politely asked him if he chose to shuffle my deck, I would only allow pile shuffling. It is within the rules to specify how an opponent handles your cards. He said nothing, looked me dead in the eyes, and bridge shuffled my $1000 deck. He looked surprised and made a huge scene about how i was cheating and in collusion with the TO when I had a judge eject him...
I can stand being yelled at and called all kinds of names, but I draw the line at mistreating cards/minis that have significant emotional and financial value.
My most awkward moment was when my best mates brother came around to watch us have a game. I have always been a little defensive about people handling miniatures without asking, particularly someone that isn't familiar with the hobby and how fragile they can be.
I asked him to be careful with the models so I was pretty angry when he dropped an old school DE Talos (the metal kind) onto the concrete floor of the gaming area.
I sucked it up though as he was my mates brother, I placed it back on the table and we continued playing. However, my mate had some serious work to do when later that same game, the same Talos was sent flying when the same brother got a tad excited and backhanded it off the table again. I strongly suggested to him that his brother not come around again.
I was once playing my first or second game at a GW and I played a guy with necrons. I was looking down at my rulebook for the wound chart, I looked up and he had a finger in his nose knuckle deep. This guy also happened to be like 25 or 26, awkward as hell and I refused to let him touch any of my models after that...even though it may of been too late heh
I called a guy out once for shuffling around the marks he had on his csm units during a game. He had 5 more or less identical units (all purcahsed off ebay not painted by him) and he just dictated which had the icon of which (old csm dex). Throughout the game which were nurgle and which were khorne kept moving around and I had to remind him several times of what he had said it was. Anyway he got upset after a while and started being more insistent at which point I called him out on shady biz and said I was done playing. Later I found out he had cheated and been removed from the previous years ard' boyz.
Was vacationing in Madrid and knew I had lots of time to set, so I made a point of tracking down the local GW store to get a game in. See if they did things the same way we did at my LFGS (more popular than the 2 local GW stores combined at the time).
My Spanish wasn't great, but I could read and certainly get the basics across no problem. Plus the Demonhunters Codex had just come out and I wanted to pick up a copy and the new models to bring back. Back in ose days there was still a lag in release dates between US and ROTW.
Find the store no problem. Right on a main street, Nd wondered how I had missed it earlier in the week. Casually peek in the window just to scope out the place. Bunch of munchkins, some teens, and a few adults all gathered around one table. Looks nice and ripe for a 40k game. Nothing better than people standing around with cases watching a game. So I head on in.
ALL noise and conversation immediately stops and eyes glance at me. Um, ok. So I walk around the game going on (WHFB), and find the 40k wall. Forgetting everything else I snatch up the DH codex and start flipping through. After a few pages I notice it's still pretty quiet, and the game sounds haven't come back. They're still staring at me. Umm, whatever. I start flipping through the blisters on the wall full of new models . That's when I notice GW employee#1 standing over my shoulder eyeballing me as I shake blisters and try to disciples weapons on Inquisitors. he stayed that way for the entire time I was near ANY product. I decide to go over and watch some of the game . They start easing case under the table, or closing open cases, but make no attempts to strike up gamer conversation or make eye contact.
Thats when I catch sight of the Manager behind the counter. She is literally staring daggers into me. I got he feeling she had been doing it the entire time. At this point I'm thinking I really don't want to catch a game here, I just want out. Needless to say, I didn't buy a codex or any new release models, and didn't get a game in. The GW guy actually followed me to the door, and stayed there until I was out of sight.
When I told friends when I got back to the US they encouraged me to call up GW and complain. I just let it go. I did give GW stores a wide berth for a while afterwards though. Now I just search out FLGS when I visit places. And have met a lot of Koop peeps, and been invited back for games galore. Even got caught up chatting at a shop in Mexico City and hung out for 3 hours after closing. They'd never met another real live Chaos player before.
As most gamers are social misfits, at one tournament a guy my buddy was playing kept having to "adjust himself" during the game. He did it so often that a number of people noticed. Then he started to do a better job by reaching in to his shorts. Everyone there acted like nothing happened, this went on for most of the day... Nice guy..just really odd ...didn't want to shake his hand or let him touch our figures..
Years before a group of us where at a convention eating lunch, a guy appoched my buddy eating a personal pan pizza and bread sticks.
He wispered something and my buddy gave him a single bread stick and the guy wondered off.. Asking what was up.. He said it was a guy from the previous round and had spent all his money on admission.. He was starving, no money and was begging food ..
paulson games wrote: Had to play against a very overweight guy who had crescent shaped sweat marks under each of his man boobs.
Oh the horror, that you had to be in the foul presence of a fat person
I mean seriously people, if someone has genuinely poor personal hygiene and stinks up the place, fine, that's an issue, but the judgement you see around here sometimes is ridiculous.
You have never gotten cut but shrapnel from a exploding plastic chair in a FLGS in which th super fat and sweaty gamer was sitting in. The force of the explosion I think ripped the fabric of space/time because my dice rolling has sucked balls ever since the "incident".
paulson games wrote: Had to play against a very overweight guy who had crescent shaped sweat marks under each of his man boobs.
Oh the horror, that you had to be in the foul presence of a fat person
I mean seriously people, if someone has genuinely poor personal hygiene and stinks up the place, fine, that's an issue, but the judgement you see around here sometimes is ridiculous.
I hold nothing against the fat guys (as I count myself as one). However what was unsettling about this experience was that due to his epic levels of sweat on a white shirt he was staging impromptu wet t-shirt contest with man boob. It's a little gross to be playing an opponent that has their nipples and underboob showing clear though his saturated shirt.
On a seperate visit I also had an unpleasent experience where one of the kids in the store got sick and puked right into my miniatures case that I'd just finished packing up to leave. I had to rinse all the minis off in the sink one at a time. The only upside is the manager gave me a new case so I'd have somewhere clean to put them.
Genoside07 wrote: As most gamers are social misfits, at one tournament a guy my buddy was playing kept having to "adjust himself" during the game. He did it so often that a number of people noticed. Then he started to do a better job by reaching in to his shorts. Everyone there acted like nothing happened, this went on for most of the day... Nice guy..just really odd ...didn't want to shake his hand or let him touch our figures..
Years before a group of us where at a convention eating lunch, a guy appoched my buddy eating a personal pan pizza and bread sticks.
He wispered something and my buddy gave him a single bread stick and the guy wondered off.. Asking what was up.. He said it was a guy from the previous round and had spent all his money on admission.. He was starving, no money and was begging food ..
I have been in that situation, (being broke) many times... so I pack a lunch, feel safer, I am always concerned about being poisoned
heybiff wrote: Was vacationing in Madrid and knew I had lots of time to set, so I made a point of tracking down the local GW store to get a game in. See if they did things the same way we did at my LFGS (more popular than the 2 local GW stores combined at the time).
My Spanish wasn't great, but I could read and certainly get the basics across no problem. Plus the Demonhunters Codex had just come out and I wanted to pick up a copy and the new models to bring back. Back in ose days there was still a lag in release dates between US and ROTW.
Find the store no problem. Right on a main street, Nd wondered how I had missed it earlier in the week. Casually peek in the window just to scope out the place. Bunch of munchkins, some teens, and a few adults all gathered around one table. Looks nice and ripe for a 40k game. Nothing better than people standing around with cases watching a game. So I head on in.
ALL noise and conversation immediately stops and eyes glance at me. Um, ok. So I walk around the game going on (WHFB), and find the 40k wall. Forgetting everything else I snatch up the DH codex and start flipping through. After a few pages I notice it's still pretty quiet, and the game sounds haven't come back. They're still staring at me. Umm, whatever. I start flipping through the blisters on the wall full of new models . That's when I notice GW employee#1 standing over my shoulder eyeballing me as I shake blisters and try to disciples weapons on Inquisitors. he stayed that way for the entire time I was near ANY product. I decide to go over and watch some of the game . They start easing case under the table, or closing open cases, but make no attempts to strike up gamer conversation or make eye contact.
Thats when I catch sight of the Manager behind the counter. She is literally staring daggers into me. I got he feeling she had been doing it the entire time. At this point I'm thinking I really don't want to catch a game here, I just want out. Needless to say, I didn't buy a codex or any new release models, and didn't get a game in. The GW guy actually followed me to the door, and stayed there until I was out of sight.
When I told friends when I got back to the US they encouraged me to call up GW and complain. I just let it go. I did give GW stores a wide berth for a while afterwards though. Now I just search out FLGS when I visit places. And have met a lot of Koop peeps, and been invited back for games galore. Even got caught up chatting at a shop in Mexico City and hung out for 3 hours after closing. They'd never met another real live Chaos player before.
Heybiff
Perhaps you carried the sign of El Diablo?
And another one I forgot to mention, was when my waac friend (he's a nice guy, but kinda a dick when it comes to competitiveness) got thoroughly beaten by the old eldar codex. In 6th. Against Grey Knights. He got a teeeeensy bit irritated.
PredaKhaine wrote: ...........
I pointed him in the direction of the manager, then shouted the manager over and he bought the codex and left.
A while afterwords I had the thought - Does this mean that I, in my free time, of my own free will, dress like a GW employee?
That's not awkward that's reality biting.
You weren't asking your opponent "so what are you working on at the moment?" were you?
It could have been a simple mistake [looks at Preda's clothes]........could have been....
I was thinking it was more awkward for the other guy. He did that - can you help me/I don't work here combo.
At the time I was trying to crush the legions of slaanesh CSM's, with my legion of....other slaanesh CSM'S.
But now you've got me thinking...
[Preda thinks back through the mists of time to...last saturday. Thinks - Black T shirt, Blue jeans...FETH.]
Automatically Appended Next Post: Its still better than the time I went to play someone in a shop an hour away. We'd both driven for an hour as the shop was middle ground between us.
We got there, I took my coat off and we realised we were both wearing the same NIN t-shirt. An hour away is too far to go get changed.
When we explained this to the manager, I couldn't tell if he was laughing with us or whether he thought we'd worn matching clothes on purpose...
Yodhrin wrote: Oh the horror, that you had to be in the foul presence of a fat person
I mean seriously people, if someone has genuinely poor personal hygiene and stinks up the place, fine, that's an issue, but the judgement you see around here sometimes is ridiculous.
Posts like these...
Spoiler:
paulson games wrote: Had to play against a very overweight guy who had crescent shaped sweat marks under each of his man boobs.
...are made by nerds that want to distance themselves from nerdhood. They'll go on internet and rip on people that share traits with the stereotypical nerd/geek/gamer, and say "Yeah yeah, I know, I kinda play with little toys, but I am a super slick handsome suave dude!"
It's possibly true to an extent. Many paople it seems a go to a store/clib just to play games, yes we can be socialble while were at it but more often than not gaming buddies will be opponents rather than a purely sociable friendship. Further, Allot if gaming these days is meeting up with people you 'know' from the Internet, so with a lack of actual familiarity will also lead to actually having a weird I know you but don't know you feel. Does that make sense?
I find meeting people quite a funny experience, I've met a quite a few Dakkanauts over the years and while I think I'm quite a nice personable chap what you see when you meet me doesn't make up with the happy to lucky puerile posting style I have.
I have had comments from people that assume I'm some younger bloke (cheers Alb!) and when what they actually get is a 6' 4" 20 stone chap nearing middle age (I have al sorts of nicknames that revolve around a certain Ogre!). It makes for some amusing meetings and others can look awkward because they have a 'is this dude here to rob me?' Look on their face when I just want to play toy soldiers and lark about like everyone else.
...are made by nerds that want to distance themselves from nerdhood. They'll go on internet and rip on people that share traits with the stereotypical nerd/geek/gamer, and say "Yeah yeah, I know, I kinda play with little toys, but I am a super slick handsome suave dude!"
The guy that won the Toy Soldier tournament last year could easily have been on the cover of GQ. That skilled, handsome, and thoroughly nice b*stard...
Thing is though, if you're going out in public I think you should at least shower, apply deoderant and brush your teeth. It's bad manners otherwise. You're sharing an intimiate space with someone. Seperated by four feet. That's it.
The smell of some dudes sweaty unwashed butt crack easily overpowers a (usually) small, (usually) warm gaming venue. I was stuck on a table behind a sweaty cracked bloke, and it was the worst 4 hours of my life.
Disclaimer: I'm not exactly going to win any Six Pack awards anytime soon, and I sweat like a b*stard (hairy, y'see...)
Peace and love...
Anyways, back on topic!
Two of my group are Rules Nerdz. They're best friends. They call each other on every single thing. A 2,500pt game can easily take 4or 5 hours as they back and forth. That was incredibly awkward for me when I first went round for a game... It's hilarious now, of course!
A few weeks ago I was at a local hobby store (not miniature hobby, but like RC, wildlife and air gun-hobby) to possibly get a weapon case for my minis. I asked to see the inside of the case, to feel the foam and stuff. The staffer asked if it was to be used for Warhammer (because apparently I was not the first one to buy this case for figs), and I said "No, Warmachine actually. Ever heard of that?" He said he hadn't so I said "Oh well, it's almost like Warhammer."
A neckbeard overheard and instantly joined in to say "Erm, Warmachine is nothing like Warhammer" and called me a moron for making the comparisson. I said "Well, from an outside viewer they are very much alike." and he started laughing and and harassing me even more for somehow being a "GW fanboy".
The staffer threw him out of the store, and everyone in the store was looking. It was gloriously awkward.
I ended up not buying the case because it was gak, but I bought a beer glass, because the staffer was really cool and nice.
paulson games wrote: Had to play against a very overweight guy who had crescent shaped sweat marks under each of his man boobs.
Oh the horror, that you had to be in the foul presence of a fat person
I mean seriously people, if someone has genuinely poor personal hygiene and stinks up the place, fine, that's an issue, but the judgement you see around here sometimes is ridiculous.
You have never gotten cut but shrapnel from a exploding plastic chair in a FLGS in which th super fat and sweaty gamer was sitting in. The force of the explosion I think ripped the fabric of space/time because my dice rolling has sucked balls ever since the "incident".
My old FLGS had a guy that would come around, and just hang out (I had never seen him play a game). He was a laaaaaaaaarge man, we're talking like 400 pounds of nerd. His nickname was Chicken and he had his own designated chairs that he could sit in while he was there. These were folding chairs that he had sat in previously and they would begin to bend the other way. So if you sat down and got a weird chair, you had a chicken chair...
SheSpits wrote: Ive had two really BAD times inside a LGS. One was a game i played with a guy who was in the SPEC OP's. He was on leave and from the UK. He had spent a goo amount of time going over his codex and making list while stationed. We played and it did not go so good for him, he couldnt understand why he lost and was very very pissed. He looked at the table and back at me over and over again. He looked mad as hell. He started to pick his minis off the table and threw them into his case. He ranted on about he didnt understand how he didnt win. He came back in after he put his things into his car and walked right up to me. He told me next week same time bring this list and im going to destroy you! It also didnt help his wife was FINE!! And the whole time we played I was shooting the ... with her. He used SW and i used some closet orks i had.
Second time i was at a LGS and it was FNM. I noticed this heavy set guy getting very angry at the girl he was playing. I guess she pulled a card that does not let you get past 1 life. He threw his cards in her face and decked her right in the face. He knocked her out and started to put his cards back into his "pokemon" back pack and threw her cards in there aswell. I was the only one who seen what happend as the place was packed and they where sitting in the very back at a table for just them in the GW section. I was more in shock at what happened then running over to assist. Once i snapped out i made my way over there and put him into standing choke. Until the store manager came to the back and seen the girl on the floor crying and me chocking the guy out.
TOTALLY AWESOME! That sounds like a rocking store! I love how the story ends with you choking out the fat guy while the girl is laying on the ground unconscious.
Due to past life Experience , NEVER touch an unconscious girl/women.
There was a guy at my old gw who when his tac squad was killed in a game punched a hole in the wall and started yelling at random people in the store. He picked up a kid and sang row row your boat as he danced with him. And that is the top of a very long list of things that Steve did.
thewisewizard wrote: There was a guy at my old gw who when his tac squad was killed in a game punched a hole in the wall and started yelling at random people in the store. He picked up a kid and sang row row your boat as he danced with him. And that is the top of a very long list of things that Steve did.
thewisewizard wrote: There was a guy at my old gw who when his tac squad was killed in a game punched a hole in the wall and started yelling at random people in the store. He picked up a kid and sang row row your boat as he danced with him. And that is the top of a very long list of things that Steve did.
I assume "Steve" is being studied by Top Men?
He was taken away by the police. After he was incredibly racist and went insane and kept shouting "I need my pills. They need to be nice to me I have problems". He later wasn't allowe in the store unless he was with a parent or had a police escort. He was 24 at the time. Also he wasn't allowed to wear tanktops in the store. Due to his wookie arms.
thewisewizard wrote: There was a guy at my old gw who when his tac squad was killed in a game punched a hole in the wall and started yelling at random people in the store. He picked up a kid and sang row row your boat as he danced with him. And that is the top of a very long list of things that Steve did.
I assume "Steve" is being studied by Top Men?
He was taken away by the police. After he was incredibly racist and went insane and kept shouting "I need my pills. They need to be nice to me I have problems". He later wasn't allowe in the store unless he was with a parent or had a police escort. He was 24 at the time. Also he wasn't allowed to wear tanktops in the store. Due to his wookie arms.
He is so big that the steering wheel rests againt the top of his gut and the moobs get stuck in the void betwen the wheel and the colum. He has to move one to the side before he could turn as he backed out of the space.
So....lol to make a right turn he has to hit the turn signal adjust a moob then grab the wheel and turn, hoping his hand doesnt hit the other mood? I guess he hates sharp turns! What a PITA he should trade it in for a juiced up hoverround.
Poehammer wrote: Worst experience I ever had was during a Magic tournament, after the cut to Top 8 I was seeded 2nd and playing seed 1. He was the local TFG. I politely asked him if he chose to shuffle my deck, I would only allow pile shuffling. It is within the rules to specify how an opponent handles your cards. He said nothing, looked me dead in the eyes, and bridge shuffled my $1000 deck. He looked surprised and made a huge scene about how i was cheating and in collusion with the TO when I had a judge eject him...
I can stand being yelled at and called all kinds of names, but I draw the line at mistreating cards/minis that have significant emotional and financial value.
Hmm there used to be a regular MtG player that frequents our store. He looks about 14-16 and extremely awkward, and he is always accompanied by a 40-ish woman who we assumed is his mother. She buys him the cards and encourages us to play with his son. So we find that a bit weird because he's a teenager and he can speak for himself but we're nice people so we had games with him. It was a bit awkward playing with him because the mother watches intently while you play but it's something minor that we can shrug off and they seem nice enough.
Fast forward a few months, we learned from him that they're not a mother and son pair. She's actually his lover, and she buys cards for him in exchange for favors. Things went from a little awkward to very awkward from that point on.
At my old FLGS a guard player was playing in the 'ard boys, when his vendettas missed on all their shots ( 6 TL las Cannons) He the proceeded to pick them up and spike them into the floor....
The other time was when I got nominated to tell one of the people in the store ( he is a regular) that he stinks ( never wore deodorant and didn't shower regularly). My friends logic? "You the only one able to be an ass and not care" I wasn't awkward because I was called an ass, but because before I told the guy he had a BO problem he asked if I wanted to play a league game and then threw a fit when I said " Sure, two things need to happen first. 1) go home and shower, use soap. And 2) Use deodorant, You smell and that is why no one is playing you." Keep in mind this is after the store owner and others tried dropping hints like, who stinks....did everyone shower and wear deodorant this morning? for a few weeks.
heartserenade wrote: Hmm there used to be a regular MtG player that frequents our store. He looks about 14-16 and extremely awkward, and he is always accompanied by a 40-ish woman who we assumed is his mother. She buys him the cards and encourages us to play with his son. So we find that a bit weird because he's a teenager and he can speak for himself but we're nice people so we had games with him. It was a bit awkward playing with him because the mother watches intently while you play but it's something minor that we can shrug off and they seem nice enough.
Fast forward a few months, we learned from him that they're not a mother and son pair. She's actually his lover, and she buys cards for him in exchange for favors. Things went from a little awkward to very awkward from that point on.
heartserenade wrote: Hmm there used to be a regular MtG player that frequents our store. He looks about 14-16 and extremely awkward, and he is always accompanied by a 40-ish woman who we assumed is his mother. She buys him the cards and encourages us to play with his son. So we find that a bit weird because he's a teenager and he can speak for himself but we're nice people so we had games with him. It was a bit awkward playing with him because the mother watches intently while you play but it's something minor that we can shrug off and they seem nice enough.
Fast forward a few months, we learned from him that they're not a mother and son pair. She's actually his lover, and she buys cards for him in exchange for favors. Things went from a little awkward to very awkward from that point on.
Was she hot? I'd totally bang a cougar for some minis.
heartserenade wrote: Hmm there used to be a regular MtG player that frequents our store. He looks about 14-16 and extremely awkward, and he is always accompanied by a 40-ish woman who we assumed is his mother. She buys him the cards and encourages us to play with his son. So we find that a bit weird because he's a teenager and he can speak for himself but we're nice people so we had games with him. It was a bit awkward playing with him because the mother watches intently while you play but it's something minor that we can shrug off and they seem nice enough.
Fast forward a few months, we learned from him that they're not a mother and son pair. She's actually his lover, and she buys cards for him in exchange for favors. Things went from a little awkward to very awkward from that point on.
Was she hot? I'd totally bang a cougar for some minis.
heartserenade wrote: Hmm there used to be a regular MtG player that frequents our store. He looks about 14-16 and extremely awkward, and he is always accompanied by a 40-ish woman who we assumed is his mother. She buys him the cards and encourages us to play with his son. So we find that a bit weird because he's a teenager and he can speak for himself but we're nice people so we had games with him. It was a bit awkward playing with him because the mother watches intently while you play but it's something minor that we can shrug off and they seem nice enough.
Fast forward a few months, we learned from him that they're not a mother and son pair. She's actually his lover, and she buys cards for him in exchange for favors. Things went from a little awkward to very awkward from that point on.
heartserenade wrote: Hmm there used to be a regular MtG player that frequents our store. He looks about 14-16 and extremely awkward, and he is always accompanied by a 40-ish woman who we assumed is his mother. She buys him the cards and encourages us to play with his son. So we find that a bit weird because he's a teenager and he can speak for himself but we're nice people so we had games with him. It was a bit awkward playing with him because the mother watches intently while you play but it's something minor that we can shrug off and they seem nice enough.
Fast forward a few months, we learned from him that they're not a mother and son pair. She's actually his lover, and she buys cards for him in exchange for favors. Things went from a little awkward to very awkward from that point on.
Was she hot? I'd totally bang a cougar for some minis.
That's what I wanted to know. After reading the story, my 1st thought was "Was she hot?". But I can see it being awkward if you originally thought they were mother and son.
This is possibly the weirdest post of anything on any website ever that I have ever read. It went from little girls getting decked, to moobs, to banging cougars. I don't really have any weird stories but I always feel weird walking into a GW and realizing that while you can't even drive yet... you somehow have more personal hygiene than almost everybody else there. There are like 5 other people there that I can even hold a conversation with because of nose picking, screaming, nerdgasms, and guys who have obviously never had any female interaction in their life but still try to convince you that they "pull bitches". Hopefully not everybody has to deal with that.... -Feasible
Okay well even if it was a Mother and a son, not saying I still wouldn't tap that mom. Hell I have straight up told a friend or two, I would sack up with their mom if the opportunity presented it self.
Thortek wrote: Okay well even if it was a Mother and a son, not saying I still wouldn't tap that mom. Hell I have straight up told a friend or two, I would sack up with their mom if the opportunity presented it self.
heartserenade wrote: Hmm there used to be a regular MtG player that frequents our store. He looks about 14-16 and extremely awkward, and he is always accompanied by a 40-ish woman who we assumed is his mother. She buys him the cards and encourages us to play with his son. So we find that a bit weird because he's a teenager and he can speak for himself but we're nice people so we had games with him. It was a bit awkward playing with him because the mother watches intently while you play but it's something minor that we can shrug off and they seem nice enough.
Fast forward a few months, we learned from him that they're not a mother and son pair. She's actually his lover, and she buys cards for him in exchange for favors. Things went from a little awkward to very awkward from that point on.
Thortek wrote: Okay well even if it was a Mother and a son, not saying I still wouldn't tap that mom. Hell I have straight up told a friend or two, I would sack up with their mom if the opportunity presented it self.
Thortek wrote: Okay well even if it was a Mother and a son, not saying I still wouldn't tap that mom. Hell I have straight up told a friend or two, I would sack up with their mom if the opportunity presented it self.
Thortek wrote: Okay well even if it was a Mother and a son, not saying I still wouldn't tap that mom. Hell I have straight up told a friend or two, I would sack up with their mom if the opportunity presented it self.
-Thortek
Introduce me to your buddys moms?
Sure, for a Wraithknight and some new brushes.
EDIT: Did I just become a Gaming forum Pimp?
Would you take a wraithlord and a few random D6. Time's are tuff.
heartserenade wrote: Hmm there used to be a regular MtG player that frequents our store. He looks about 14-16 and extremely awkward, and he is always accompanied by a 40-ish woman who we assumed is his mother. She buys him the cards and encourages us to play with his son. So we find that a bit weird because he's a teenager and he can speak for himself but we're nice people so we had games with him. It was a bit awkward playing with him because the mother watches intently while you play but it's something minor that we can shrug off and they seem nice enough.
Fast forward a few months, we learned from him that they're not a mother and son pair. She's actually his lover, and she buys cards for him in exchange for favors. Things went from a little awkward to very awkward from that point on.
Thortek wrote: At my old FLGS a guard player was playing in the 'ard boys, when his vendettas missed on all their shots ( 6 TL las Cannons) He the proceeded to pick them up and spike them into the floor....
The other time was when I got nominated to tell one of the people in the store ( he is a regular) that he stinks ( never wore deodorant and didn't shower regularly). My friends logic? "You the only one able to be an ass and not care" I wasn't awkward because I was called an ass, but because before I told the guy he had a BO problem he asked if I wanted to play a league game and then threw a fit when I said " Sure, two things need to happen first. 1) go home and shower, use soap. And 2) Use deodorant, You smell and that is why no one is playing you." Keep in mind this is after the store owner and others tried dropping hints like, who stinks....did everyone shower and wear deodorant this morning? for a few weeks.
Cheers.
Many years ago, there was a guy that went into my local. He was known as "Dog gak Dave". The staffer once told him straight up if he'd been bathing in sewage. Sometimes you just have to be blunt.
Thortek wrote: Okay well even if it was a Mother and a son, not saying I still wouldn't tap that mom. Hell I have straight up told a friend or two, I would sack up with their mom if the opportunity presented it self.
The most awkward gaming experience for me happened when I was playing against my mom and her Necrons. She was pretty much tabling me on turn 3 when she cut a really nasty fart. It smelled soo bad but she just kinda pretended like nothing happened.
I have no crazy unbelievable experiences, just a guy who frequents my FLGS and has temper tantrums and curses to himself out loud whenever he is losing. Acts perfectly normal apart from this so it's even more awkward in some ways.
SheSpits wrote: I can Identify false id's pretty well,thanks to my line of work lol. Spec Op's was my term i have no clue what they are called in the UK. I kinda walked into his conversation.I guess it started because he had the UK flag on his forearm and some one spoutted out "what are you doing on this side of the pond". The ID was brough up because the type of weapon he had conceld on his being.It was seen when he was brining in his stuff. It was a pistol not legal in the states and is in the UK i guess. Something along the lines of using the same ammo as a assualt rilfe. Thats when the ID poped up because every one wanted to know how he was able to carry it. Something like that.
Sorry but for responding to this older post.... The pistol he was carrying is not illegal in the USA... It a FN 5.7x28mm pistol...Its the same round fired from the p90 submachine gun... That nut case army officer who shot all those people at Fort Hood used that same pistol... Little background on me... I served 10 years in the US Army as a Airborne Infantry Soldier so I know exactly the weapon your talking about... Sounds to me he was telling you a few war stories.. Like the time I served two tours in the Pu-tang valley next to the river of Bull-gak..
Harriticus wrote: I have no crazy unbelievable experiences, just a guy who frequents my FLGS and has temper tantrums and curses to himself out loud whenever he is losing. Acts perfectly normal apart from this so it's even more awkward in some ways.
I had a game with a friend in my local GW and everything was going fine. There was a similar game going on directly behind us, with some guys I've never seen before or since. Half way through the game I feel something brush up against me deliberately(The not meant to be touched by middle age male strangers part of me) and jump stupidly high. I look down and see the person playing behind me had his hand between my legs reaching for his model case under the table I was playing at. Like saying excuse me wouldn't of worked. He said sorry, and moved his case to where he was playing, when he left he turned around and winked at me. Bare in mind I'm a 14yr old Male Teenager, that was rather disconcerting. My friend hasn't stopped laughing about it since, nor can he stop himself from telling the story at EVERY opportunity he gets. Sigh, being sexy has its downsides I guess xD (All seriousness, scarred for life...)
Ok on a serious note I've actually had nothing but awkward experiences at FLGS...
Number one. Man yelling "ave imperator" every time he made a dice roll in a crowded hobby store....with serious conviction might I add.
Number two. 5th Ed. Set up a game playing marines against nids. We placed all terrain then finished placing all units. Right before the roll to steal he says hold on... And places a straight row of trees from board edge to board edge right in front of my filing line. Imagine a row of singe hobby trees in a straight line across the 12 inch deployment line......I was still fairly new to playing at a games club so I didn't know what to say.
Number three. 11 year old kid shows up to our club with half painted Eldar army 600 points max. Friend and I decide to get an entirely " tutorial" game going so he can off some spache mareens and have a good time. His hot mom shows up. Looks at my friend and I who are trying to carry on a bit of grimdark sportsmanship with her adolescent son and asks " how old are you guys?"
Years ago when GW still did large mega battles, I used to come in every sunday for free gaming and there always this young kid who always cried when his side lost.
This happened every Sunday for a year and it was always awkward.
The devil went to my game store, he was looking for a game to steal.
He was in a bind 'cos he was way behind and TFG wouldn't make a deal.
When he came across my Thousand Sons army and watched me rolling hot.
And the devil jumped upon display counter and said: "Boy let me tell you what:
I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a Chaos player too.
And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
Now you play a pretty good list, boy, but give the devil his due:
I bet a Thunderhalk of gold against your soul, 'cos I think I'm better than you."
I told him: "My name's d-usa and Chaos is begin to grow,
But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, because fear I shall not know."
I picked up my Dakka Dice and rolled them extra hard.
'Cos hells broke loose in my store and the devil dealt his psychic cards.
And if I win I get this shiny Thunderhawk made of gold.
But if I lose, the devil gets my soul.
The devil opened up his battlefoam case and he said: "You made a big mistake."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he pulled out his Helldrake.
And he zoomed the drake across the table and it made an evil hiss.
Then a band of Noise Marines teleported in and it sounded something like this:
Spoiler:
When the devil finished his turn I said: "Well you're pretty good ol' son.
"But let me deep strike right there, and show you how its done."
Outflank with my Rhino, run boys, run.
Shooting down the Helldrake like a flaming sun.
Overwatch fire causing him a big woe
Can you make your "Look out Sir"?
"No, no, no."
The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
He laid that golden Thunderhawk on the ground at my feet.
I told him: "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again.
"cause I told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best there's ever been."
Outflank with my Rhino, run boys, run.
Shooting down the Helldrake like a flaming sun.
Overwatch fire causing him a big woe
Can you make your "Look out Sir"?
"No, no, no."
heartserenade wrote: Hmm there used to be a regular MtG player that frequents our store. He looks about 14-16 and extremely awkward, and he is always accompanied by a 40-ish woman who we assumed is his mother. She buys him the cards and encourages us to play with his son. So we find that a bit weird because he's a teenager and he can speak for himself but we're nice people so we had games with him. It was a bit awkward playing with him because the mother watches intently while you play but it's something minor that we can shrug off and they seem nice enough.
Fast forward a few months, we learned from him that they're not a mother and son pair. She's actually his lover, and she buys cards for him in exchange for favors. Things went from a little awkward to very awkward from that point on.
Was she hot? I'd totally bang a cougar for some minis.
That's what I wanted to know. After reading the story, my 1st thought was "Was she hot?". But I can see it being awkward if you originally thought they were mother and son.
How about it being awkward because it's statutory rape?
d-usa wrote: My experience is best told as a song:
The devil went to my game store, he was looking for a game to steal.
He was in a bind 'cos he was way behind and TFG wouldn't make a deal.
When he came across my Thousand Sons army and watched me rolling hot.
And the devil jumped upon display counter and said: "Boy let me tell you what:
I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a Chaos player too.
And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
Now you play a pretty good list, boy, but give the devil his due:
I bet a Thunderhalk of gold against your soul, 'cos I think I'm better than you."
I told him: "My name's d-usa and Chaos is begin to grow,
But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, because fear I shall not know."
I picked up my Dakka Dice and rolled them extra hard.
'Cos hells broke loose in my store and the devil dealt his psychic cards.
And if I win I get this shiny Thunderhawk made of gold.
But if I lose, the devil gets my soul.
The devil opened up his battlefoam case and he said: "You made a big mistake."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he pulled out his Helldrake.
And he zoomed the drake across the table and it made an evil hiss.
Then a band of Noise Marines teleported in and it sounded something like this:
Spoiler:
When the devil finished his turn I said: "Well you're pretty good ol' son.
"But let me deep strike right there, and show you how its done."
Outflank with my Rhino, run boys, run.
Shooting down the Helldrake like a flaming sun.
Overwatch fire causing him a big woe
Can you make your "Look out Sir"?
"No, no, no."
The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
He laid that golden Thunderhawk on the ground at my feet.
I told him: "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again.
"cause I told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best there's ever been."
Outflank with my Rhino, run boys, run.
Shooting down the Helldrake like a flaming sun.
Overwatch fire causing him a big woe
Can you make your "Look out Sir"?
"No, no, no."
True story!
I think you're my favourite person. Ever. I have never heard Devil went down to Georgia in such a wonderful way. Exalted.
OT: had another one from 2 days ago. It involved a guy who makes racist remarks, and a gentleman of a particular persuasion. Oh god, I hope never to encounter that again.
heartserenade wrote: Hmm there used to be a regular MtG player that frequents our store. He looks about 14-16 and extremely awkward, and he is always accompanied by a 40-ish woman who we assumed is his mother. She buys him the cards and encourages us to play with his son. So we find that a bit weird because he's a teenager and he can speak for himself but we're nice people so we had games with him. It was a bit awkward playing with him because the mother watches intently while you play but it's something minor that we can shrug off and they seem nice enough.
Fast forward a few months, we learned from him that they're not a mother and son pair. She's actually his lover, and she buys cards for him in exchange for favors. Things went from a little awkward to very awkward from that point on.
Was she hot? I'd totally bang a cougar for some minis.
That's what I wanted to know. After reading the story, my 1st thought was "Was she hot?". But I can see it being awkward if you originally thought they were mother and son.
How about it being awkward because it's statutory rape?
Staturory rape, with vague hints of prostitution?
Also, she's the kind of 40 year old that looks about 60. And no, she's not hot.
It would only be statutory rape if the guy was under 16, otherwise he's just doing what many women do. You think all those hotties are with all those fat old men for their personality?
Actually the age for statutory rape in the Philippines is under 12 (or if said person is demented) and I think can only be committed by a man on a woman. Not really sure because I'm no law major but I remember my sister pointing that out (she studied law for a year or so before she dropped out of law school). So it's not really illegal in a sense, I guess? Just really fething creepy.
There was also the story of one of the regulars regularly stealing cards from the card pool, but the first story trumps any awkward FLGS moments I have to share.
Well, in the UK, if I remember rightly, if the boy is under 16 then he is guilty of having sex underage, if the girl is under 16, then the boy is guilty of statutory rape!
That might be one of those things that everyone knows that isn't actually true, but given the archaic nature of our legal system, I have no issue believing it.
d-usa wrote: My experience is best told as a song:
The devil went to my game store, he was looking for a game to steal.
He was in a bind 'cos he was way behind and TFG wouldn't make a deal.
When he came across my Thousand Sons army and watched me rolling hot.
And the devil jumped upon display counter and said: "Boy let me tell you what:
I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a Chaos player too.
And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
Now you play a pretty good list, boy, but give the devil his due:
I bet a Thunderhalk of gold against your soul, 'cos I think I'm better than you."
I told him: "My name's d-usa and Chaos is begin to grow,
But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, because fear I shall not know."
I picked up my Dakka Dice and rolled them extra hard.
'Cos hells broke loose in my store and the devil dealt his psychic cards.
And if I win I get this shiny Thunderhawk made of gold.
But if I lose, the devil gets my soul.
The devil opened up his battlefoam case and he said: "You made a big mistake."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he pulled out his Helldrake.
And he zoomed the drake across the table and it made an evil hiss.
Then a band of Noise Marines teleported in and it sounded something like this:
Spoiler:
When the devil finished his turn I said: "Well you're pretty good ol' son.
"But let me deep strike right there, and show you how its done."
Outflank with my Rhino, run boys, run.
Shooting down the Helldrake like a flaming sun.
Overwatch fire causing him a big woe
Can you make your "Look out Sir"?
"No, no, no."
The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
He laid that golden Thunderhawk on the ground at my feet.
I told him: "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again.
"cause I told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best there's ever been."
Outflank with my Rhino, run boys, run.
Shooting down the Helldrake like a flaming sun.
Overwatch fire causing him a big woe
Can you make your "Look out Sir"?
"No, no, no."
Played a game with my brother in law and the opponent at the next table had brought his girlfriend or wife. The girlfriend was okay looking, but she was wearing high heals, a tight short skirt and had her boobs propped up and sticking out of a low cut shirt. As a married man with kids i don't appreciate dance club attire when i'm trying to get in a game. It's kind of out of place and i don't want my son getting any premature ideas.
Rotary wrote: Played a game with my brother in law and the opponent at the next table had brought his girlfriend or wife. The girlfriend was okay looking, but she was wearing high heals, a tight short skirt and had her boobs propped up and sticking out of a low cut shirt. As a married man with kids i don't appreciate dance club attire when i'm trying to get in a game. It's kind of out of place and i don't want my son getting any premature ideas.
azreal13 wrote: Well, in the UK, if I remember rightly, if the boy is under 16 then he is guilty of having sex underage, if the girl is under 16, then the boy is guilty of statutory rape!
That might be one of those things that everyone knows that isn't actually true, but given the archaic nature of our legal system, I have no issue believing it.
Its a thorny issue though surely? I think if anyone has a full understanding of the whole "legal age" thing, they realise its a tough one, because all we have to go off is chronology. Nobody can say "Oh after a full psychological assessment, we think that this 17 year old boy is more like a 14 year old boy, and the 15 year old girl is as mature as a 20 year old one"
But in reality, certainly that is the case, its indisputable. Some 16 year olds are very sensible and mature, and some 18 year olds are dumb as gak, and then you have the whole nationality thing, In Spain its 13, in Germany its 14, in France its 15, what about if a mature French 15 year old sleeps with a dumb as gak British 17 year old?
Its a very complicated situation, and I say this, because joking aside, common sense demands of me, that if my 15 year old son started shagging his 30 year old maths teacher, I would not actually be that bothered about it. But if my 15 year old daughter started getting rattled by her 30 year old maths teacher, Id be fething livid. I'm not saying it with a sort of "No wonder they make the lads stand behind a screen, its to hide their grin!" cavalier, "id have loved to have shagged my teacher" thing, I'm seriously saying that I really don't believe it is the same for women and men, but legally everyone seems to think it is. I don't for a second believe that it really is the same kettle of fish for men and women.
Anyone (like Yohdrin) who approaches such an immensely complex debate with a simple "oooh statutory, lets all get upset" attitude, really hasn't thought things through. Its hardly a black and white issue if you actually sit down and think about it for 5 minutes is it? Just because the law of the land says one thing, doesnt make it actually right, and you can say that about far more black and white things, such as, we legally killed 200,000 Iraqis.
mattyrm wrote: Its a very complicated situation, and I say this, because joking aside, common sense demands of me, that if my 15 year old son started shagging his 30 year old maths teacher, I would not actually be that bothered about it.
I'd be bothered by that, and know a lot of people who would be too. So I think it's not common sense. Maybe it's cultural difference or maybe we just have different views on the matter, but I would just like to point out that not everyone would think that that is not particularly worrisome.
SheSpits wrote: I can Identify false id's pretty well,thanks to my line of work lol. Spec Op's was my term i have no clue what they are called in the UK. I kinda walked into his conversation.I guess it started because he had the UK flag on his forearm and some one spoutted out "what are you doing on this side of the pond". The ID was brough up because the type of weapon he had conceld on his being.It was seen when he was brining in his stuff. It was a pistol not legal in the states and is in the UK i guess. Something along the lines of using the same ammo as a assualt rilfe. Thats when the ID poped up because every one wanted to know how he was able to carry it. Something like that.
Sorry but for responding to this older post.... The pistol he was carrying is not illegal in the USA... It a FN 5.7x28mm pistol...Its the same round fired from the p90 submachine gun... That nut case army officer who shot all those people at Fort Hood used that same pistol... Little background on me... I served 10 years in the US Army as a Airborne Infantry Soldier so I know exactly the weapon your talking about... Sounds to me he was telling you a few war stories.. Like the time I served two tours in the Pu-tang valley next to the river of Bull-gak..
Dude, I appreciate your attempt to bring some sensible analysis to the outlandish story, but come on. There was no pistol, there was no 'British special ops' guy, just as there was no dude assaulting women and being heroically choked out.
SheSpits wrote: I can Identify false id's pretty well,thanks to my line of work lol. Spec Op's was my term i have no clue what they are called in the UK. I kinda walked into his conversation.I guess it started because he had the UK flag on his forearm and some one spoutted out "what are you doing on this side of the pond". The ID was brough up because the type of weapon he had conceld on his being.It was seen when he was brining in his stuff. It was a pistol not legal in the states and is in the UK i guess. Something along the lines of using the same ammo as a assualt rilfe. Thats when the ID poped up because every one wanted to know how he was able to carry it. Something like that.
Sorry but for responding to this older post.... The pistol he was carrying is not illegal in the USA... It a FN 5.7x28mm pistol...Its the same round fired from the p90 submachine gun... That nut case army officer who shot all those people at Fort Hood used that same pistol... Little background on me... I served 10 years in the US Army as a Airborne Infantry Soldier so I know exactly the weapon your talking about... Sounds to me he was telling you a few war stories.. Like the time I served two tours in the Pu-tang valley next to the river of Bull-gak..
Dude, I appreciate your attempt to bring some sensible analysis to the outlandish story, but come on. There was no pistol, there was no 'British special ops' guy, just as there was no dude assaulting women and being heroically choked out.
d-usa wrote: My experience is best told as a song:
The devil went to my game store, he was looking for a game to steal.
He was in a bind 'cos he was way behind and TFG wouldn't make a deal.
When he came across my Thousand Sons army and watched me rolling hot.
And the devil jumped upon display counter and said: "Boy let me tell you what:
I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a Chaos player too.
And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
Now you play a pretty good list, boy, but give the devil his due:
I bet a Thunderhalk of gold against your soul, 'cos I think I'm better than you."
I told him: "My name's d-usa and Chaos is begin to grow,
But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, because fear I shall not know."
I picked up my Dakka Dice and rolled them extra hard.
'Cos hells broke loose in my store and the devil dealt his psychic cards.
And if I win I get this shiny Thunderhawk made of gold.
But if I lose, the devil gets my soul.
The devil opened up his battlefoam case and he said: "You made a big mistake."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he pulled out his Helldrake.
And he zoomed the drake across the table and it made an evil hiss.
Then a band of Noise Marines teleported in and it sounded something like this:
Spoiler:
When the devil finished his turn I said: "Well you're pretty good ol' son.
"But let me deep strike right there, and show you how its done."
Outflank with my Rhino, run boys, run.
Shooting down the Helldrake like a flaming sun.
Overwatch fire causing him a big woe
Can you make your "Look out Sir"?
"No, no, no."
The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
He laid that golden Thunderhawk on the ground at my feet.
I told him: "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again.
"cause I told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best there's ever been."
Outflank with my Rhino, run boys, run.
Shooting down the Helldrake like a flaming sun.
Overwatch fire causing him a big woe
Can you make your "Look out Sir"?
"No, no, no."
d-usa wrote: My experience is best told as a song:
The devil went to my game store, he was looking for a game to steal.
He was in a bind 'cos he was way behind and TFG wouldn't make a deal.
When he came across my Thousand Sons army and watched me rolling hot.
And the devil jumped upon display counter and said: "Boy let me tell you what:
I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a Chaos player too.
And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
Now you play a pretty good list, boy, but give the devil his due:
I bet a Thunderhalk of gold against your soul, 'cos I think I'm better than you."
I told him: "My name's d-usa and Chaos is begin to grow,
But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, because fear I shall not know."
I picked up my Dakka Dice and rolled them extra hard.
'Cos hells broke loose in my store and the devil dealt his psychic cards.
And if I win I get this shiny Thunderhawk made of gold.
But if I lose, the devil gets my soul.
The devil opened up his battlefoam case and he said: "You made a big mistake."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he pulled out his Helldrake.
And he zoomed the drake across the table and it made an evil hiss.
Then a band of Noise Marines teleported in and it sounded something like this:
Spoiler:
When the devil finished his turn I said: "Well you're pretty good ol' son.
"But let me deep strike right there, and show you how its done."
Outflank with my Rhino, run boys, run.
Shooting down the Helldrake like a flaming sun.
Overwatch fire causing him a big woe
Can you make your "Look out Sir"?
"No, no, no."
The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
He laid that golden Thunderhawk on the ground at my feet.
I told him: "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again.
"cause I told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best there's ever been."
Outflank with my Rhino, run boys, run.
Shooting down the Helldrake like a flaming sun.
Overwatch fire causing him a big woe
Can you make your "Look out Sir"?
"No, no, no."
True story!
possibly one of the best posts I've ever read on Dakka. Duly exalted!
heartserenade wrote: Hmm there used to be a regular MtG player that frequents our store. He looks about 14-16 and extremely awkward, and he is always accompanied by a 40-ish woman who we assumed is his mother. She buys him the cards and encourages us to play with his son. So we find that a bit weird because he's a teenager and he can speak for himself but we're nice people so we had games with him. It was a bit awkward playing with him because the mother watches intently while you play but it's something minor that we can shrug off and they seem nice enough.
Fast forward a few months, we learned from him that they're not a mother and son pair. She's actually his lover, and she buys cards for him in exchange for favors. Things went from a little awkward to very awkward from that point on.
Was she hot? I'd totally bang a cougar for some minis.
That's what I wanted to know. After reading the story, my 1st thought was "Was she hot?". But I can see it being awkward if you originally thought they were mother and son.
How about it being awkward because it's statutory rape?
Staturory rape, with vague hints of prostitution?
Also, she's the kind of 40 year old that looks about 60. And no, she's not hot.
If he went after a hottie, then that's to him. But now it is just wrong, and gross.
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d-usa wrote: My experience is best told as a song:
The devil went to my game store, he was looking for a game to steal.
He was in a bind 'cos he was way behind and TFG wouldn't make a deal.
When he came across my Thousand Sons army and watched me rolling hot.
And the devil jumped upon display counter and said: "Boy let me tell you what:
I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a Chaos player too.
And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
Now you play a pretty good list, boy, but give the devil his due:
I bet a Thunderhalk of gold against your soul, 'cos I think I'm better than you."
I told him: "My name's d-usa and Chaos is begin to grow,
But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, because fear I shall not know."
I picked up my Dakka Dice and rolled them extra hard.
'Cos hells broke loose in my store and the devil dealt his psychic cards.
And if I win I get this shiny Thunderhawk made of gold.
But if I lose, the devil gets my soul.
The devil opened up his battlefoam case and he said: "You made a big mistake."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he pulled out his Helldrake.
And he zoomed the drake across the table and it made an evil hiss.
Then a band of Noise Marines teleported in and it sounded something like this:
Spoiler:
When the devil finished his turn I said: "Well you're pretty good ol' son.
"But let me deep strike right there, and show you how its done."
Outflank with my Rhino, run boys, run.
Shooting down the Helldrake like a flaming sun.
Overwatch fire causing him a big woe
Can you make your "Look out Sir"?
"No, no, no."
The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
He laid that golden Thunderhawk on the ground at my feet.
I told him: "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again.
"cause I told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best there's ever been."
Outflank with my Rhino, run boys, run.
Shooting down the Helldrake like a flaming sun.
Overwatch fire causing him a big woe
Can you make your "Look out Sir"?
"No, no, no."
True story!
That was some serious skills there. You win, hands down.
The most awkward experience I ever had was at a GW with a GW manager. My friend and I have largely drifted away from GW games as time went by and into other systems, notably Warmachine. While I was unfamilar with this particular GW my friend regularly attended for paints and bits and pieces (he was slowly building up an ork army) and we'd just spent the weekend playing in a WM tournament. My friend needed some new undercoat and so while we were in the shopping centre we swung into the GW.
Now we're both big Warmachine fans. Back when this happened, the previous year I was the Australian Champion and I lost the title- on tie breaker no less- to my friend this year. We're both really big WM fans. So we walk into the GW and the manager, seemingly friendly enough greets my friend saying 'Hey 'Jim' how's it going? We haven't seen you all week? Where have you been?' which is all good and fine. My friend however, who was clearly unaware of this managers feelings towards Warmachine answered honestly. 'Oh we've been at a Warmachine tournament all weekend.'
And it was on. The manager launched into a rant about how simplistic, shallow and bad a game Warmachine was. Not just a rant but a badly informed rant. He started out with how you could just win by spamming Juggernaughts and charging the enemy caster with the Butcher (technically that IS likely to win you the game- but it's a bit like saying it's easy to win in Call of Duty- all you have to do is shoot everyone else. Much easier said than done.) Then he went on to how complex the rules were (despite it being simplistic 30 seconds earlier) and wrapped up his minute and a half of ranting by insulting the games players. 'If you want to play that kind of boring, simplistic game, well that's up to you but I'd rather play a real game with strategy.' He managed to put quite the sneer of contempt into that last bit. My friend and I had just stood there, extremely awkwardly in the face of this tirade directed and our current favourite game (and us it felt). Then he asked, like he hadn't just insulted us, what we wanted to buy today. I was torn between defending my chosen game (and myself) or just shutting up. There are some battles you never with though and it's best to just withdraw but the store wasn't empty- this dressing down was in front of other people, not a private disagreement.
My friend gave him some grief over the price of the undercoat but still ultimately bought some. The manager suggested we come in and play a game- a real game- sometime soon. My friend agreed, paid and we left to go do other things. But an idea formed on the way home...
We returned to the store the next day and happily announced we were going to play a game of 40K. We picked a table and began to unpack. Sure it was Space Marines vs Space Marines but that's the way it goes sometimes. We deployed and the game got underway, with a few younger kids watching. I was fortunate enough to go first and opened up the shooting. 'Ok I'm BS4, targetter but you're in heavy cover so I need 4+.' And so on- with the sustained fire dice and vehicle datafaxes comingout as we needed them. The kids has no clear idea what were were playing and eventually the manager cottoned on and came over to have a look. Apparently 2nd Edition 40K also is not high on his list of 'real games' but despite his obvious displeasure he allowed us to finish the (brutally short as it turned out) game. We were advised however that only the current edition of 40k was to be played in the future.
Kojiro wrote: The most awkward experience I ever had was at a GW with a GW manager. My friend and I have largely drifted away from GW games as time went by and into other systems, notably Warmachine. While I was unfamilar with this particular GW my friend regularly attended for paints and bits and pieces (he was slowly building up an ork army) and we'd just spent the weekend playing in a WM tournament. My friend needed some new undercoat and so while we were in the shopping centre we swung into the GW.
Now we're both big Warmachine fans. Back when this happened, the previous year I was the Australian Champion and I lost the title- on tie breaker no less- to my friend this year. We're both really big WM fans. So we walk into the GW and the manager, seemingly friendly enough greets my friend saying 'Hey 'Jim' how's it going? We haven't seen you all week? Where have you been?' which is all good and fine. My friend however, who was clearly unaware of this managers feelings towards Warmachine answered honestly. 'Oh we've been at a Warmachine tournament all weekend.'
And it was on. The manager launched into a rant about how simplistic, shallow and bad a game Warmachine was. Not just a rant but a badly informed rant. He started out with how you could just win by spamming Juggernaughts and charging the enemy caster with the Butcher (technically that IS likely to win you the game- but it's a bit like saying it's easy to win in Call of Duty- all you have to do is shoot everyone else. Much easier said than done.) Then he went on to how complex the rules were (despite it being simplistic 30 seconds earlier) and wrapped up his minute and a half of ranting by insulting the games players. 'If you want to play that kind of boring, simplistic game, well that's up to you but I'd rather play a real game with strategy.' He managed to put quite the sneer of contempt into that last bit. My friend and I had just stood there, extremely awkwardly in the face of this tirade directed and our current favourite game (and us it felt). Then he asked, like he hadn't just insulted us, what we wanted to buy today. I was torn between defending my chosen game (and myself) or just shutting up. There are some battles you never with though and it's best to just withdraw but the store wasn't empty- this dressing down was in front of other people, not a private disagreement.
My friend gave him some grief over the price of the undercoat but still ultimately bought some. The manager suggested we come in and play a game- a real game- sometime soon. My friend agreed, paid and we left to go do other things. But an idea formed on the way home...
We returned to the store the next day and happily announced we were going to play a game of 40K. We picked a table and began to unpack. Sure it was Space Marines vs Space Marines but that's the way it goes sometimes. We deployed and the game got underway, with a few younger kids watching. I was fortunate enough to go first and opened up the shooting. 'Ok I'm BS4, targetter but you're in heavy cover so I need 4+.' And so on- with the sustained fire dice and vehicle datafaxes comingout as we needed them. The kids has no clear idea what were were playing and eventually the manager cottoned on and came over to have a look. Apparently 2nd Edition 40K also is not high on his list of 'real games' but despite his obvious displeasure he allowed us to finish the (brutally short as it turned out) game. We were advised however that only the current edition of 40k was to be played in the future.
That man has good business tactics. Nothing like bashing a product you want to sell.
My contribution would have to be when I was in a Games Workshop store (even more ridiculously overpriced here in Australia) with my little brothers.
Now I always buy my GW stuff online, and remark to my bro's about how much cheaper it is than getting it from a GW store.
I'm looking at a box of something (I can't remember what) and I show it to my little brother.
He just stands there, yells out 'Woah, what a rip off! You could get that for soooo much cheaper on Ebay!' and the store's not very loud at that exact moment.
The manager who's doing the weird hobby-chatting-up thing they do to potential customers, just turns and death glares me.
I take my brother outside, and remind him you normally don't talk like that in a shop where they are selling that item. He just takes it in, goes 'Oh yeah, I forgot,' and well...
Let's just say that was the start of the decline in my relationship with the store manager. - Guts
Kojiro wrote: We returned to the store the next day and happily announced we were going to play a game of 40K. We picked a table and began to unpack. Sure it was Space Marines vs Space Marines but that's the way it goes sometimes. We deployed and the game got underway, with a few younger kids watching. I was fortunate enough to go first and opened up the shooting. 'Ok I'm BS4, targetter but you're in heavy cover so I need 4+.' And so on- with the sustained fire dice and vehicle datafaxes comingout as we needed them. The kids has no clear idea what were were playing and eventually the manager cottoned on and came over to have a look. Apparently 2nd Edition 40K also is not high on his list of 'real games' but despite his obvious displeasure he allowed us to finish the (brutally short as it turned out) game. We were advised however that only the current edition of 40k was to be played in the future.
What is "brutally short" for a 2nd edition game of 40K anyway? 4-6 hours
Honestly, I'm kind of glad we don't have a GW store around here. All the stories I hear are not favorable of their staff. A good salesman would have said something more in line of "Oh, if you like Warmachine, you should check out THIS game/army/model/etc". Our LFGS carries everything (and I mean EVERYTHING), and is equally supportive of all games (simply because he plays absolutely NONE of them LOL).
What is "brutally short" for a 2nd edition game of 40K anyway? 4-6 hours?
We had no psykers and only a few squad per side as we had to split my friend's army. Almost no vehicles either. Heavy bolters on devastators make a mess of marines in 2nd. 2+ to hit, 3+ to wound and they need 5+ to save- and my friend being the guy he is had a Dev squad with 4 (which I got in the split). Mostly it was about making the manager as awkward as he had to us the previous day.
Despite the frequency with which I play with the guys at my local store, I always seem to forget their names or get them confused. I'm not normally bad with names, but it really doesn't help that we have so many Pauls, Petes and Phils. I'd want to ask something to one of them and I'll stand there and shout "Hey, Paul!" And then I'd be stood there for ages, occasionally calling out, just like "Why isn't he answering me?" And then I'd realise and I'd be like "Crap, that's Phil"
Spoiler:
d-usa wrote: My experience is best told as a song:
The devil went to my game store, he was looking for a game to steal. He was in a bind 'cos he was way behind and TFG wouldn't make a deal. When he came across my Thousand Sons army and watched me rolling hot. And the devil jumped upon display counter and said: "Boy let me tell you what: I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a Chaos player too. And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you. Now you play a pretty good list, boy, but give the devil his due: I bet a Thunderhalk of gold against your soul, 'cos I think I'm better than you." I told him: "My name's d-usa and Chaos is begin to grow, But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, because fear I shall not know."
I picked up my Dakka Dice and rolled them extra hard. 'Cos hells broke loose in my store and the devil dealt his psychic cards. And if I win I get this shiny Thunderhawk made of gold. But if I lose, the devil gets my soul.
The devil opened up his battlefoam case and he said: "You made a big mistake." And fire flew from his fingertips as he pulled out his Helldrake. And he zoomed the drake across the table and it made an evil hiss. Then a band of Noise Marines teleported in and it sounded something like this:
When the devil finished his turn I said: "Well you're pretty good ol' son. "But let me deep strike right there, and show you how its done."
Outflank with my Rhino, run boys, run. Shooting down the Helldrake like a flaming sun. Overwatch fire causing him a big woe Can you make your "Look out Sir"? "No, no, no."
The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat. He laid that golden Thunderhawk on the ground at my feet. I told him: "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again. "cause I told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best there's ever been."
Outflank with my Rhino, run boys, run. Shooting down the Helldrake like a flaming sun. Overwatch fire causing him a big woe Can you make your "Look out Sir"? "No, no, no."
True story!
I spoilered it because it was long, but that was literally the best post I've ever read on any forum ever. A thousand congratulations good sir, you are a genius!
d-usa wrote: My experience is best told as a song:
The devil went to my game store, he was looking for a game to steal.
He was in a bind 'cos he was way behind and TFG wouldn't make a deal.
When he came across my Thousand Sons army and watched me rolling hot.
And the devil jumped upon display counter and said: "Boy let me tell you what:
I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a Chaos player too.
And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
Now you play a pretty good list, boy, but give the devil his due:
I bet a Thunderhalk of gold against your soul, 'cos I think I'm better than you."
I told him: "My name's d-usa and Chaos is begin to grow,
But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, because fear I shall not know."
I picked up my Dakka Dice and rolled them extra hard.
'Cos hells broke loose in my store and the devil dealt his psychic cards.
And if I win I get this shiny Thunderhawk made of gold.
But if I lose, the devil gets my soul.
The devil opened up his battlefoam case and he said: "You made a big mistake."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he pulled out his Helldrake.
And he zoomed the drake across the table and it made an evil hiss.
Then a band of Noise Marines teleported in and it sounded something like this:
Spoiler:
When the devil finished his turn I said: "Well you're pretty good ol' son.
"But let me deep strike right there, and show you how its done."
Outflank with my Rhino, run boys, run.
Shooting down the Helldrake like a flaming sun.
Overwatch fire causing him a big woe
Can you make your "Look out Sir"?
"No, no, no."
The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
He laid that golden Thunderhawk on the ground at my feet.
I told him: "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again.
"cause I told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best there's ever been."
Outflank with my Rhino, run boys, run.
Shooting down the Helldrake like a flaming sun.
Overwatch fire causing him a big woe
Can you make your "Look out Sir"?
"No, no, no."
My most awkward moment was at my GW store, it was a games weekend of sorts (you bring your army and just play random folks) well anyway I was there with some crons and facing some chaos, now my GW is quite small so when I was rolling my elbow came into contact with a Valkyrie and a guy gasping trying to catch it as it fell to the table, I turned around to see an unpainted (not even primed) Valkyrie laying on the table and the guy letting off at me for hitting it, I insisted on buying him glue to a can of primer for any repairs and finishing needed, he insisted I buy him a brand new Valkyrie while his was perfectly fine..it was an awkward situation of the staff coming in saying there was nothing wrong with the one I bumped.
needless to say he just wanted a free Valkyrie.
We returned to the store the next day and happily announced we were going to play a game of 40K. We picked a table and began to unpack. Sure it was Space Marines vs Space Marines but that's the way it goes sometimes. We deployed and the game got underway, with a few younger kids watching. I was fortunate enough to go first and opened up the shooting. 'Ok I'm BS4, targetter but you're in heavy cover so I need 4+.' And so on- with the sustained fire dice and vehicle datafaxes comingout as we needed them. The kids has no clear idea what were were playing and eventually the manager cottoned on and came over to have a look. Apparently 2nd Edition 40K also is not high on his list of 'real games' but despite his obvious displeasure he allowed us to finish the (brutally short as it turned out) game. We were advised however that only the current edition of 40k was to be played in the future.
You needed to look at the manager with a deadpan look and tell him, "Yes, is there a problem? We just thought we'd show up get a game of 40K in. Thanks for the table space."
Hell it's doubtful such a "knowledgeable" manager could have even identified what edition you were playing outside of 5-6th editions, much less ever played 2nd himself. But at least he knows what a "real game" is.
Not super awkward, but the closest to an awkward moment I can remember.
Challenged a guy at the local club to a pick up game, we'd played each other a few times before, but didn't really know each other well.
He is quite competitive, but fairly good natured, however on most occasions playing, there has been an incident where we had differed in the interpretation or execution of a rule, or had different opinions on a judgement call, but generally had resolved things to both our satisfactions.
On this occasion though, we hadn't even got that far! I still had the BRB, so rather than trawl through it for the psychic power tables, I simply shuffled the power cards and dealt them randomly off the top.
My opponent, on noticing this, said "erm, no, could you roll on the tables in the book please?"
When I queried why, as this was just as random a method to generate the powers, his response was "well, I don't really know you and..."
It was at this point I let my irritation show!
The implication that I would cheat at all, let alone in a friendly game was enough to get my hackles up, completely ignoring the fact that I don't have any interest in playing 40K competitively at all, in fact I'm not that bothered about winning as long as I have a laugh, and I let him know.
I'm not a small guy, and when he realised he might have crossed a line (I know him better now, and I appreciate that this is the way he is, and wouldn't be so hard on him again) the speed of backtracking and apologising would have been amusing if I hadn't been so cross.
We settled down and played the game, which I won something like 10-2.
Took my miss' into the Bluewater store while we were shopping, as i needed some more wash. Queue 8 or 9 very nerdy gentleman suddenly going silent and staring at her bolt on boobs for literally 15 seconds mouth wide open. I don't let her come in with me anymore!
Also went to a game club in a pub for the first time. turned up and was about to play a game, then got told off for drinking a pint, whilst playing.
You should try the Chelmsford Bunker, they don't let your swap or buy mini's off of each other because of the licence (and the fact that its at a police social club) but they do allow, ney positively encourage pints to be drunk!
Cue many a ....what was I rolling for again?...type conversations!
SheSpits wrote: So she pretty much Edited by AgeOfEgos on you?
I remember the time someone "Edited by AgeOfEgos" on me. That was TOTES awkward!
One guy, two awkward experiences.
New guy was in a sort of "trial period" for our game group (private residence, not FLGS). He started talking about how his neighbors all give him weird looks when he mows his lawn.
Why you ask?
Because he mows it wearing a gas mask.
He has allergies and THAT is the option he chose as the best possible solution. Forget Claritin.
Now, you might be wondering if he's off his rocker or just made a bad decision...
The last time he came over, the owner of the home where we play asked him, outright, if he was crazy or just stupid. This was right after he went on a diatribe about how the American Dental Association is trying to control Americans through the fillings in their teeth.
Most awkward for me would be playing a tourny about a month after 6th ED 40K came out. I was playing my Necrons (that I had stayed up until about 6 AM the night before to finish painting). The first two games were great... I tabled my 1st opponent and the second game was a tie with a very dear friend. At the third game table, the organizer says that I am playing this guy for first place (which had never happened for me ever) so needless to say I was very excited and anxious and was on my A-game to make this game as strong as possible. It was against nids... with 2 flying hive tyrants... mind you I had little clue on what to do about them except hope they werent as bad as they seemed to be. We got to the top of turn two and he brings in his reserves, mainly all of his hormagaunts, which outflank right along my back line... I found this odd, but I wasnt about to question his method as he seemed to know what he's was doing...... THEN THE ASSAULT PHASE CAME. He says "ok this 20 man unit of hormagaunts is charging your immortals.".... I reply "they cant"... He says "What do you mean they cant? I've been doing it the entire tournament and no one has said anything...." My mind immediately screeched into halt-mode on the game and flipped to the page in the BRB that says you cant assault from reserves. This dude literally could not believe me and felt that I was somehow making some kind of odd deduction from the rules to suit the situation... At this point everyone else stops what they are doing to come see what was going on. When the tournament organizer came over to help figure the situation out, everyone was visibly frustrated. Not only had they missed a vital rule that lost them some of their games, I didnt know whether to feel like the coolest guy in the room, or the biggest douche ever for making the revelation that this guy had unknowingly cheated his way to top bracket.
Long story short, when a new game edition comes out, make sure you study up on what you can and cant do before you play in a tournament lol
I was in the middle of a match and during that night Heroclix was sharing the room with us. the local heroclix players are very loud and GUO's are abundant. Anyway, this one lady takes her 2 year old and starts changing her Nurgling's diaper on the game table right behind us. Stunk so bad. She didnt want to walk and get the restroom key 20 ft away.
conker249 wrote: I was in the middle of a match and during that night Heroclix was sharing the room with us. the local heroclix players are very loud and GUO's are abundant. Anyway, this one lady takes her 2 year old and starts changing her Nurgling's diaper on the game table right behind us. Stunk so bad. She didnt want to walk and get the restroom key 20 ft away.
conker249 wrote: I was in the middle of a match and during that night Heroclix was sharing the room with us. the local heroclix players are very loud and GUO's are abundant. Anyway, this one lady takes her 2 year old and starts changing her Nurgling's diaper on the game table right behind us. Stunk so bad. She didnt want to walk and get the restroom key 20 ft away.
You are ruining my faith in humanity :(
The fact that you still had faith in humanity makes me question how long you've been in this hobby sir.
conker249 wrote: I was in the middle of a match and during that night Heroclix was sharing the room with us. the local heroclix players are very loud and GUO's are abundant. Anyway, this one lady takes her 2 year old and starts changing her Nurgling's diaper on the game table right behind us. Stunk so bad. She didnt want to walk and get the restroom key 20 ft away.
You are ruining my faith in humanity :(
The fact that you still had faith in humanity makes me question how long you've been in this hobby sir.
I was thinking more along the lines of how you`ve managed to avoid the internet all this time? That place takes away your faith in humanity almost instantly.
conker249 wrote: I was in the middle of a match and during that night Heroclix was sharing the room with us. the local heroclix players are very loud and GUO's are abundant. Anyway, this one lady takes her 2 year old and starts changing her Nurgling's diaper on the game table right behind us. Stunk so bad. She didnt want to walk and get the restroom key 20 ft away.
You are ruining my faith in humanity :(
My faith in humanity was lost long ago. But there is still a little of this left because people still haven't sunk low enough.
Back on topic, I would have said something to the lady because changing a dirty diaper on tables people use, right next to other people, is most definitely a health hazard.
Don't really have any great gaming awkwardness stories from my area, we're all pretty civil and adjusted players by and large. I even feel kinda bad for posting this because the guy in question isn't a bad person.
I was at a Dystopian Wars tournament, doling quite well for myself and seeded 2nd. The guy coming first was a bit of a power gamer type with whom we had had problems at our club before, but he wasn't really a bad guy, just a bit of a WAAC gamer. Anyway I played him in the last round and beat him quite badly, so much so that he went from 1st to 3rd. He complained about his fleet and the scenario and his rolling a bit, but also admitted I outplayed him and I let it go because I don't take losing as well as I should either.
Anyway time came for prize giving and when they gave out the best sportsman prize it went to the guy who usually gets it in our DW tournament scene. he's a great guy, joy to play, good friend of mine, beautiful painter but generally has absolutely rotten luck and doesn't win much, so he usually gets the sportsman prize. When that happened the guy I beat for 1st started complaining that the other guy always won sportsman and that someone else should get it.
Bit uncalled for IMHO, as I think people who are pleasant and play in the spirit of the game should get as much recognition as the winners.
I wonder if this is a thread to dig out stories about Jordan, drinker of the enchanted blue paint, or the dakkanaught who was attacked because he beat his opponents undefeated termie chaos lord or the time when someone had a BLOODY good time adjusting his man parts in store, or the man who thought toilets were too mainstream during a games day or golden demon or something.
DukeBadham wrote: I wonder if this is a thread to dig out stories about Jordan, drinker of the enchanted blue paint, or the dakkanaught who was attacked because he beat his opponents undefeated termie chaos lord or the time when someone had a BLOODY good time adjusting his man parts in store, or the man who thought toilets were too mainstream during a games day or golden demon or something.
The best one was the guy who had a bunch of gak broken by a kid, and the mother arrived at his house later to 'repay' him for the damages.
Ironwill13791 wrote:
Back on topic, I would have said something to the lady because changing a dirty diaper on tables people use, right next to other people, is most definitely a health hazard.
I just think it's downright rude, but then there are those mothers that have the 'I have a baby I can do whatever gak I like and you deserve to die if you call me up on anything unpleasant BECAUSE I WENT THROUGH THE PAIN OF CHILDBIRTH RAAAAARGGHGHGH!!!!' attitude...
I mean, regardless of what table it is (gaming, display, dining, even coffee) it's just not civilised to whip out the pampers and change a baby in the middle of any public enclosed space (and I've seen someone change a baby on top of a pile of clothes in Primark)... I mean even if there is no dedicated baby changing thing in the store, I'm sure that asking the staff nicely would allow you access to a back office or something more appropriate for doing that sort of thing in.
Is it wierd that I genuinely don't have any awkward gaming experiences to contribute? Or should I just quietly thank the dice gods that of all the gamers I've met they have generally been pleasant, mentally sound and hygenic individuals, that could quite easily function in the outside world.
DukeBadham wrote: I wonder if this is a thread to dig out stories about Jordan, drinker of the enchanted blue paint, or the dakkanaught who was attacked because he beat his opponents undefeated termie chaos lord or the time when someone had a BLOODY good time adjusting his man parts in store, or the man who thought toilets were too mainstream during a games day or golden demon or something.
The best one was the guy who had a bunch of gak broken by a kid, and the mother arrived at his house later to 'repay' him for the damages.
I don't think I heard this one yet, and I've enjoyed many a thread that would contain it. Please share, as I get the feeling this story has a chance to be quite interesting.
DukeBadham wrote: I wonder if this is a thread to dig out stories about Jordan, drinker of the enchanted blue paint, or the dakkanaught who was attacked because he beat his opponents undefeated termie chaos lord or the time when someone had a BLOODY good time adjusting his man parts in store, or the man who thought toilets were too mainstream during a games day or golden demon or something.
The best one was the guy who had a bunch of gak broken by a kid, and the mother arrived at his house later to 'repay' him for the damages.
I don't think I heard this one yet, and I've enjoyed many a thread that would contain it. Please share, as I get the feeling this story has a chance to be quite interesting.
If I'm thinking about the same story it was that a kid broke a guys models and his mother repaid the guy for the damages. Then another user suggested that the repayment was not made in currency, and that became a thing.
The closest I ever came to an Awkward gaming experience was a few years ago I was at a local tournament and I was talking to a fellow player about a nearby army (fully converted chaos mechanicus army with a Reaver titan counts-as defiler), then I realized my fellow was of the fairer sex, and being a 15 year old war-gamer from an all-boys school I had no experience with women.
Fortunately before it got awkward (due to my social ineptitude) I saw she also played Bretonnians like me (the tourney had 40k and fantasy leagues at the same time) so I was distracted by the lovely paint job on her almost all knight army, so I forgot the gender of said bret player, and we just discussed brets till the tourney started.
Playing in a team tournament. Tournament is billed as "Bring your hardest legal ally team list--competitive"
Bring a flying wing of doom
2nd round (somehow they were winners bracket?)---play a Father/Son team that is just two battleforce army lists
I unloaded troopers in front of the kids stuff just so he could assault/roll some dice---dad insists we "Not take it easy, play hard"
Want to take it easy--but really can't just elect "To not shoot". Table them turn 4.
Entire game, dad is berating son when he has innocent suggestions on their turn (A little older than my son) and is generally pretty grumpy
Worst 40k game of my life--and I've been tabled by old 4th Ed. hyper-competitive 4 Heavies of Doom Iron Warrior player.
Please fellow veterans, please do tell this tale. I'm very curious.
Oh yes, that is crazy funny. A kid was asked to leave a GW store for some reason IIRC and he got pissed, ran to the painting table, grabbed a pot of enchanted blue, opened it and took a tossing stance and staff and costumers started backing down, like "don't throw it".
He did not throw it, but drank the whole pot and ran out of the store laughing. When he got out he started vomiting blue, and his mother had to pick him up. That's something I wish I'd seen myself.
Then there was the greatest battle report of all time
The Battle Report Master wrote:
i had a freind come round a few weeks ago to have a 40k apocalpocalpse game i was guards men he was space maines.... my first turn was 4 bonbaonbardlements... jacobs turn to he didnt have one i phased out.
liquidjoshi wrote: Then there was the greatest battle report of all time
The Battle Report Master wrote:
i had a freind come round a few weeks ago to have a 40k apocalpocalpse game i was guards men he was space maines.... my first turn was 4 bonbaonbardlements... jacobs turn to he didnt have one i phased out.
...Beautiful.
Oh yes, I do remember that one. That was hilarious.
DukeBadham wrote: The closest I ever came to an Awkward gaming experience was a few years ago I was at a local tournament and I was talking to a fellow player about a nearby army (fully converted chaos mechanicus army with a Reaver titan counts-as defiler), then I realized my fellow was of the fairer sex, and being a 15 year old war-gamer from an all-boys school I had no experience with women.
Fortunately before it got awkward (due to my social ineptitude) I saw she also played Bretonnians like me (the tourney had 40k and fantasy leagues at the same time) so I was distracted by the lovely paint job on her almost all knight army, so I forgot the gender of said bret player, and we just discussed brets till the tourney started.
Wait what? You seriously mean this! What a sorry place you must have lived then. Or are the school system just that backwards and somewhat old fashioned? Pure comedy gold this thread btw
Please fellow veterans, please do tell this tale. I'm very curious.
Found a version of it, I think its the original
miraclefish wrote:There was a lad called Jordan who played when I first got into GW about 12 years ago. He was the archetypal Annoying Game Store Child.
He ran around, barely painted his models, picked up and broke other peoples' and kicked off when his Space Wolves didn't win everything.
After a while, when he broke a nice, kind customer's Leman Russ tank by dropping it, the staff told him he was banned from the store for a month and should take the time to think about his behaviour.
Well, Jordan wasn't having this. He ran to the modeling table to enact some sort of bitter revenge. Sadly there was naught to destroy.
But look! Paints! So Jordan reaches for a pot of Ultramarines Blue and flips the cap. Everyone steps back, fearing the pigment will fly. And then...
...he drinks it.
No, I don't know why, either. But he laughs, and runs for the door, through a sea of people frozen into inaction through confusion.
He get to the door and falters, stumbles. "I..... I don't feel well...."
We watch in silence as he staggers a few steps and clutches his stomach. He looks for a bin to throw up in. He finds none. Which leads to one of the most surreal moments of my life.
I watch a young lad sobbing quietly as he throws up blue-tainted vomit and bitter bile time and time again into the slot of an unfortunate Royal Mail postbox.
DukeBadham wrote: The closest I ever came to an Awkward gaming experience was a few years ago I was at a local tournament and I was talking to a fellow player about a nearby army (fully converted chaos mechanicus army with a Reaver titan counts-as defiler), then I realized my fellow was of the fairer sex, and being a 15 year old war-gamer from an all-boys school I had no experience with women.
Fortunately before it got awkward (due to my social ineptitude) I saw she also played Bretonnians like me (the tourney had 40k and fantasy leagues at the same time) so I was distracted by the lovely paint job on her almost all knight army, so I forgot the gender of said bret player, and we just discussed brets till the tourney started.
Wait what? You seriously mean this! What a sorry place you must have lived then. Or are the school system just that backwards and somewhat old fashioned? Pure comedy gold this thread btw
What do you mean, That I go to an all-boys school (except the sixth-form, that's co-ed. Luckily )
Yeah its pretty old-school in places, we celebrate the anniversary of its founding (founders' day) with a cathedrial service followed by sports day, we have houses and house competitions (we have the same four the school had since its founding, we just added two when we had more students), remembrance assemblies in the same way each year, and prayers after assemblies (not a christian school), and we have a uniform in sixth-form!!!
But being in the top 100 schools (including private schools) in the UK makes it worth it
Please fellow veterans, please do tell this tale. I'm very curious.
Found a version of it, I think its the original
miraclefish wrote:There was a lad called Jordan who played when I first got into GW about 12 years ago. He was the archetypal Annoying Game Store Child.
He ran around, barely painted his models, picked up and broke other peoples' and kicked off when his Space Wolves didn't win everything.
After a while, when he broke a nice, kind customer's Leman Russ tank by dropping it, the staff told him he was banned from the store for a month and should take the time to think about his behaviour.
Well, Jordan wasn't having this. He ran to the modeling table to enact some sort of bitter revenge. Sadly there was naught to destroy.
But look! Paints! So Jordan reaches for a pot of Ultramarines Blue and flips the cap. Everyone steps back, fearing the pigment will fly. And then...
...he drinks it.
No, I don't know why, either. But he laughs, and runs for the door, through a sea of people frozen into inaction through confusion.
He get to the door and falters, stumbles. "I..... I don't feel well...."
We watch in silence as he staggers a few steps and clutches his stomach. He looks for a bin to throw up in. He finds none. Which leads to one of the most surreal moments of my life.
I watch a young lad sobbing quietly as he throws up blue-tainted vomit and bitter bile time and time again into the slot of an unfortunate Royal Mail postbox.
Then his mum came to collect him.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
A tale for the ages. May the tale of Jordan be known around the world
liquidjoshi wrote: Yeah, that's the original. Magnificent tale. Reminds me of the Black and white Space marine on the Black and white bike...
No.
The above tale may have been spun a little bit. I first heard of it when I first got into the hobby at GW Loughborough (IIRC some posters claimed in the past the story originated from GW Derby). Loughborough said it happened there. I distinctly remember there being a splatter of faded blue paint on the path of Biggin Street (where GW L'boro is located), which was attributed to the aforementioned Jordan.
Now, to continue with some awkward gaming experiences from the same area. We had a guy that went by the name of Steve. Steve was a little... explosive in his personality, especially when losing a game; something which happened 99% of the time. Every time Steve flipped out and went too far he got permabanned. This had happened around 3 or 4 times due to the store's quite high turnover of staff. He'd get banned, turn up about a month later and introduce himself to new staff member who had never seen him before and get invited back to play on games nights. Rinse and repeat.
Anyway, Steve would flip out in the most wonderful ways. Once, when he lost a unit of Warwalkers, he stormed over to the painting table, got a pair of clippers and proceeded to mutilate said Warwalkers as he literally threw them back into his tolobox wit no foam in it. He once nearly got into a fight with a friend of mine over his Avatar being 1" out of assault range, even though the previous turn his Melta (3rd ed. Eldar dex. ) was only just in range.
Nearly got into a fight with me when I shot his Falcon and rolled a 1 on the damage table (may not shoot). Steve was very insistent it was may not move. He stomped his feet and bellowed "IT'S MAY NOT MOVE!" Despite the rulebook saying different. He squares up to me and the staffer pops his head from round the back and bans him.
liquidjoshi wrote: Really? That was the first version I'd heard, though I'll take your word for it.
All the stores in the East Midlands are in the same group of stores. It would not surprise me if it was a cool story that got passed around the stores at various meetings and each store took it as their own. I have literally no idea where it *definitely* came from. All I know it I was told said story about 16 years ago when I first got into this hobby.
New guy was in a sort of "trial period" for our game group (private residence, not FLGS). He started talking about how his neighbors all give him weird looks when he mows his lawn.
Why you ask?
Because he mows it wearing a gas mask.
He has allergies and THAT is the option he chose as the best possible solution. Forget Claritin.
Now, you might be wondering if he's off his rocker or just made a bad decision...
I've known several that use filter masks of various sorts. Maybe not a mil-spec style "are you my mummy?" mask, but cheap disposable paint masks at least. I have bad allergies myself (especially this year) and would probably be hurting if I was doing something outside all day and kicking up pollen and stuff despite claritin and a prescription nasal spray.
The last time he came over, the owner of the home where we play asked him, outright, if he was crazy or just stupid. This was right after he went on a diatribe about how the American Dental Association is trying to control Americans through the fillings in their teeth.
liquidjoshi wrote: Yeah, that's the original. Magnificent tale. Reminds me of the Black and white Space marine on the Black and white bike...
NO NO NO STAP Comparing those two stories is like comparing Dan Abnett with C.S. Goto Only one of them leaves you in stitches when you read their stuff. XD
liquidjoshi wrote: Yeah, that's the original. Magnificent tale. Reminds me of the Black and white Space marine on the Black and white bike...
NO
NO
NO
STAP
Comparing those two stories is like comparing Dan Abnett with C.S. Goto
Only one of them leaves you in stitches when you read their stuff. XD
I'm leaving this thread if that story comes up.
On behalf of myself and everyone who hasn't heard the story, we demand to hear it.
The spoilered content ahead is the Black and White Space Marine Story. DO NOT OPEN IF YOU HATE IT.
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
Spoiler:
There once was this Black and White Space Marine on a Black and White Bike, and being the hero-type person that he was, he wanted to marry the commander's daughter. So he went up to the palace, and the guard naturally inquired "Who goes there?"
To which the Black and White Space Marine replied: "I'm the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike and I want to marry the commander's daughter."
"Not the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike?"
"Yes, the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike."
"OK, pass."
So the Black and White Space Marine proceeded up to the commander's chamber.
"Who goes there?" asked the commander.
"I'm the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike and I want to marry your daughter" replied the Black and White Space Marine.
"Not the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike?"
"Yes, the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike."
"OK, if you complete three tasks, you may take my daughter's hand in marriage" the commander told the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike. "Your first task is to slay the dragon on Xylon III".
On the Black and White Space Marine's way out, the guard once again asked, "Who goes there"?"
To which the Black and White Space Marine replied "I'm the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike and I want to marry the commander's daughter."
"Not the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike?"
"Yes, the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike."
"OK, pass."
The Black and White Space Marine then proceeded with ease to kill the dragon and six months later returned with the head of the foul beast. On his way into the palace the guard inquired "Who goes there?"
To which the Black and White Space Marine replied "I'm the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike and I want to marry the commander's daughter".
"Not the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike?"
"Yes, the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike."
"OK, pass."
So the Black and White Space Marine proceeded up to the commander's chamber.
"Who goes there?" asked the commander.
"I'm the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike and I want to marry your daughter" replied the Black and White Space Marine.
"Not the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike?"
"Yes, the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike."
"OK, if you complete three tasks, you may take my daughter's hand in marriage" the commander told the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike. "Your second task is to climb the highest peak on Desgrus Beta".
On his way out the guard once again asked, "Who goes there?"
To which the Black and White Space Marine replied "I'm the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike and I want to marry the commander's daughter".
"Not the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike?"
"Yes, the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike."
"OK, pass."
The Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike easily climbed the mountain and returned 4 years later. On his way into the palace the guard inquired "Who goes there?"
To which the Black and White Space Marine replied "I'm the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike and I want to marry the commander's daughter."
"Not the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike?"
"Yes, the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike."
"OK, pass."
So the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike proceeded up to the commander's chamber.
"Who goes there?" asked the commander.
"I'm the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike and I want to marry your daughter" replied the Black and White Space Marine.
"Not the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike?"
"Yes, the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike."
"OK, if you complete three tasks you may take my daughter's hand in marriage" the commander told the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike. "Your third and final task is to swim across the acid lake outside the palace."
On the Black and White Space Marine's way out the guard once again asked, "Who goes there?"
To which the Black and White Space Marine replied "I'm the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike and I want to marry the commander's daughter."
"Not the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike?"
"Yes, the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike."
"OK, pass."
Once again the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike easily completed his task and returned to the palace for the final time.
On his way into the palace the guard inquired "Who goes there?"
To which the Black and White Space Marine replied "I'm the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike and I want to marry the commander's daughter".
"Not the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike?"
"Yes, the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike."
"OK, pass."
So the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike proceeded up to the commander's chamber.
"Who goes there?" asked the commander.
"I'm the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike and I want to marry your daughter" replied the Black and White Space Marine.
"Not the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike?"
"Yes, the Black and White Space Marine on the Black and White Bike. May I marry your daughter now?"
So there was this awkward time on a wargaming forum where someone didn't want to hear the story of the Blakc and white Space marine on the Black and white bike, but it was told anyway.
Just made it relevant
An actual awkward experience was at an old club I went to for game nights. Every Wednesday there'd be 40K or Fantasy nights, and every day was Magic downstairs. We'd have to pass the magic players with our stuff, which always resulted in glares and murmurs. The Magic players were an angry bunch.
Anyhow, one day there were too many magic players. Most of the top floor was filled with fat sweaty men who refused to move. The 40K players were forced onto two tables. There were about twelve of us. It was not fun. The worst part was that we still had to pay for entry, despite not getting to game.
Oddly enough, after some words with the store owner the Magic players were confined downstairs permanently.
liquidjoshi wrote: So there was this awkward time on a wargaming forum where someone didn't want to hear the story of the Blakc and white Space marine on the Black and white bike, but it was told anyway.
Just made it relevant
An actual awkward experience was at an old club I went to for game nights. Every Wednesday there'd be 40K or Fantasy nights, and every day was Magic downstairs. We'd have to pass the magic players with our stuff, which always resulted in glares and murmurs. The Magic players were an angry bunch.
Anyhow, one day there were too many magic players. Most of the top floor was filled with fat sweaty men who refused to move. The 40K players were forced onto two tables. There were about twelve of us. It was not fun. The worst part was that we still had to pay for entry, despite not getting to game.
Oddly enough, after some words with the store owner the Magic players were confined downstairs permanently.
Along those lines...
Showed up on a Saturday at Noon to one (of the 4) local FLGS near me to play 40k with a friend. Magic players EVERYWHERE. Asked the store owner if he could make room for a table for us. He said he would check. There was one empty table at the back. Comes back a few minutes later and says he's full, no room for us to play. I asked him if we could use the empty table at the back. "Nope, that's reserved for magic players."
Have a few awkward moments that I have experienced all from one GW store before I went to Uni.
1) The child who burst into tears and sat in the corner crying after his Shas'o lost one wound in his first game, he got so upset that his brother had to call the mum to pick him up.
2) One of the regular teens who went there was quite a nice kid but was unfortunate in that he had a rather attractive mother that everyone knew about. He got a lot of stick over it, especially from the adult punters and staff. So one day he was getting the usual stick and his mum walked in and happened to hear what was being said about her being so hot etc. Cue lots of embarrassment upon realising she was there. What was worse this was a staff member saying this at the time.
3) This one was on me, I was playing against a father/son team who were quite friendly; Necrons vs my Khorne army. They both had strong Irish accents and as the game went on I started to pick up the accent, when I realised it sounded as though I was mocking him I got embarrassed and apologised, that was a more than a little awkward.
Another more recent event was that I had gone into town after the end of a series of nights followed by an early to get something from the GW store. There was a teen there who started following me around asking me questions as nobody had turned up to participate in the day's summer activities. I told him that I was tired and had had only an hours sleep in 36 hours yet he still would not leave me alone. The manager noticed this and encouraged him to leave, which gave the whole store peace as there was no more disruptions.
Ah, the crying kid. A friend of mine was on the receiving end of such a thing. This kid with his shiny new CSM Dreadnought decides to charge my friend's Seer Council in this massive game around the time of the EoT campaign (so, 3rd ed. Eldar). My mate asks him multiple times if he thinks this is a wise move, as he could see exactly where this was going and how it would end up, this was back in the days when Witchblades tripled the user's strength vs. vehicles. The kid charged in and the Dread promptly destroyed due to the sheer mass of high initiative S9 attacks coming down on it.
The kid then bawls his eyes out and runs out the store. We all have a complete look of disbelief on our faces. Same went for the kid that failed Cypher's "no VP for you!" save (4+ on 3D6). That one, however was funny.
Another more recent event was that I had gone into town after the end of a series of nights followed by an early to get something from the GW store. There was a teen there who started following me around asking me questions as nobody had turned up to participate in the day's summer activities. I told him that I was tired and had had only an hours sleep in 36 hours yet he still would not leave me alone. The manager noticed this and encouraged him to leave, which gave the whole store peace as there was no more disruptions.
I think it's some kind of international law that mandates all hobby type stores are required to have one weird Creepo who continually talks to strangers uninvited about stuff they don't care about.
Another more recent event was that I had gone into town after the end of a series of nights followed by an early to get something from the GW store. There was a teen there who started following me around asking me questions as nobody had turned up to participate in the day's summer activities. I told him that I was tired and had had only an hours sleep in 36 hours yet he still would not leave me alone. The manager noticed this and encouraged him to leave, which gave the whole store peace as there was no more disruptions.
I think it's some kind of international law that mandates all hobby type stores are required to have one weird Creepo who continually talks to strangers uninvited about stuff they don't care about.
We had a kid that would always ask everyone when getting their models out "Are they Dark Eldar?"
And as for that story of the Black and white spacemarine on the black and white bike.......
My fingers, eyes, brain and soul are revolting as i type this......
WHO MADE THAT HORROR!?!?!?!?
Phobos wrote: I think it's some kind of international law that mandates all hobby type stores are required to have one weird Creepo who continually talks to strangers uninvited about stuff they don't care about.
I worked at an FLGS for 6 years and was a regular tournament goer for years before that. You could say I've seen a few awkward gamer moments in the same way you'd say climbing Mount Everest is a bit of a hike. 2 events stand above the others however.
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There was a RTT player pretty well known in the southern California area back in 3rd edition for his yellow Black Templar army that he had based on the actual Crusades (this becomes important in a bit). He was a very good player and won quite a few of the RTTs and Grand Tournaments (back when GW still did such things) with what was at the time the most powerful army you could field. While this player was a really nice guy he would club baby seals without batting an eyelash if it got him more tournament points and people hated playing him because of it. After every game he used to give his opponent a custom t-shirt he had made that was crimson with a white cross: the heraldry for his army since his BTs were based on the actual Crusades and worshipped Jesus, not the Emporer. The back had some choice bible verses, ones about righteous vengeance and the fury of God being brought against God's foes and such. The player was not shy about sharing his personal faith or bringing it into the game, another thing that rubbed some people raw.
One of the regulars, a very loud, very opinionated, very boisterous former US Marine didn't take very kindly to being soundly handed his arse and then given a shirt that was preaching at him, so he promptly took it outside, pulled out his cigarette lighter and burned it in the parking lot. Everybody just kind of nervously laughed it off and went on like it didn't happen, but the rest of the night was pretty awkward and there was more than a little deliberately avoided looks. I've got a dozen stories about Loud Opinionated Former US Marine, but this one pretty much encompasses all the others and certainly this one was much-discussed for months afterward.
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Probably the worst for me personally was a confrontation between a few regulars while I was working. I'll just call them Bob, Painter, Friend and Brother. Bob had had an army painted for him by Painter. Bob also had a lot of money issues and family issues that affected his gaming quite a bit (and his ability to pay rent) and so he sold the army even though he still owed the painter quite a bit of money for it. Painter, being a true gamer-geek, was this super nice, VERY timid guy that never confronted Bob about it, but Painter's bestest buddy and childhood Friend had no such problems.
Months go by and Bob's been dodging Painter, or more specifically, Bob's been dodging Friend and the Painter's 300 pound, 6'2" gorilla of a Brother who have taken up the cause on Painter's behalf. Clearly enough is enough, Bob owes Painter money, and they know Bob's been gaming again so they decide it's a grand idea to confront him mob-strongarm style about it. In the back of the store. During regular game night. While bob is playing a 14 year old kid at 40k while a half dozen other games are going on. And I'm the only one working. Fan-bleeping-tastic. I see the 2 walk to the back of the shop, hear them start arguing, then Bob starts screaming for help. Now I'm stuck in the middle trying to keep the 2 from pounding Bob into the ground. I like Bob, but he certainly brought this on himself, and yet this kind of thing CAN NOT happen in a store where children are trying to play games and I tell them as much, not-quite-yelling at them about how incredibly stupid it is for them to do this and not-quite-yelling at Bob for causing all the drama to begin with. I'm 24 everyone else involved has well over 10 years on me, but I proceed to give them my best verbal lashing to convince them they're all acting like petulant children. Thankfully I carry enough clout with them that it works and they all feel bad and kind of stupid and apologetic and I don't have to call the police, which of course is probably the real reason they feel so bad and sorry.
I convince everybody involved to trade current contact info and ban them all from the shop until they get it resolved and give Bob and extra helping of "get your crap sorted" as he packs up his brand new 40k army (yeah) to leave. Not suprpisingly the rest of the games ended pretty shortly and pretty quietly after that and I got an early night out of it. Bob pretty much stayed clear of the store for a couple months till it blew over (and payed what he owed) and I don't think I ever saw Friend or Brother after that, which is fine by me because I was pretty salty about having to break up an almost-fight and lecture grown men almost twice my age.
I was just getting back into gaming after taking a couple of years out due to the local gamers' social graces and personal hygiene skills. There was a new games club starting up in the city centre, which was perfect for me since I don't drive and the other games clubs are on the complete opposite end of town.
- You'd have thought a new club might have been an opportune time for all the gamers going to a) shower, b) wear clean clothes and c) wear deodrant. I was wrong, and being in a cramped pub function room with only one small window was not a pleasant experience for my nose.
- I overheard numerous rape "jokes" about the only lass in the room.
- "LITTLE GIRLS?! YUM YUM YUM!!!" - shouted out by a bloke who hadn't showered in days at least.
- One of the club organisers made comparisons between myself and Jimmy Saville after I didn't like one of the latest GW releases.
This is the same group that would:
- Gather in the window in the GW store and make comments on the lasses going in and out of Anne Summers (a lingerie shop) a couple of doors down.
- One of them challenged THE ONLY GIRL IN THE STORE to game, bought a brand new Daemonettes army especially for the occasion and spent the whole game stroking them and asking if she liked his army.
- One of them felt it necessary to stroke his (unwashed) moobs to try and distract you mid game.
I was just getting back into gaming after taking a couple of years out due to the local gamers' social graces and personal hygiene skills. There was a new games club starting up in the city centre, which was perfect for me since I don't drive and the other games clubs are on the complete opposite end of town.
- You'd have thought a new club might have been an opportune time for all the gamers going to a) shower, b) wear clean clothes and c) wear deodrant. I was wrong, and being in a cramped pub function room with only one small window was not a pleasant experience for my nose.
- I overheard numerous rape "jokes" about the only lass in the room.
- "LITTLE GIRLS?! YUM YUM YUM!!!" - shouted out by a bloke who hadn't showered in days at least.
- One of the club organisers made comparisons between myself and Jimmy Saville after I didn't like one of the latest GW releases.
This is the same group that would:
- Gather in the window in the GW store and make comments on the lasses going in and out of Anne Summers (a lingerie shop) a couple of doors down.
- One of them challenged THE ONLY GIRL IN THE STORE to game, bought a brand new Daemonettes army especially for the occasion and spent the whole game stroking them and asking if she liked his army.
- One of them felt it necessary to stroke his (unwashed) moobs to try and distract you mid game.
Fun times!
Wow... that's actually slightly terrifying. I'm surprised at the obvious amount of perverts among this group, most groups I've been in contact with will make the occasional vulgar joke, but that's a bit extreme.
I'm not sure if these people ever realized that objectifying women isn't going to go make them immensely popular...
Daedleh wrote: - One of them challenged THE ONLY GIRL IN THE STORE to game, bought a brand new Daemonettes army especially for the occasion and spent the whole game stroking them and asking if she liked his army.
That's pretty disturbing. Did THE ONLY GIRL IN THE STORE ever return?
Daedleh wrote: I was just getting back into gaming after taking a couple of years out due to the local gamers' social graces and personal hygiene skills. There was a new games club starting up in the city centre, which was perfect for me since I don't drive and the other games clubs are on the complete opposite end of town.
- You'd have thought a new club might have been an opportune time for all the gamers going to a) shower, b) wear clean clothes and c) wear deodrant. I was wrong, and being in a cramped pub function room with only one small window was not a pleasant experience for my nose.
- I overheard numerous rape "jokes" about the only lass in the room.
- "LITTLE GIRLS?! YUM YUM YUM!!!" - shouted out by a bloke who hadn't showered in days at least.
- One of the club organisers made comparisons between myself and Jimmy Saville after I didn't like one of the latest GW releases.
This is the same group that would:
- Gather in the window in the GW store and make comments on the lasses going in and out of Anne Summers (a lingerie shop) a couple of doors down.
- One of them challenged THE ONLY GIRL IN THE STORE to game, bought a brand new Daemonettes army especially for the occasion and spent the whole game stroking them and asking if she liked his army.
- One of them felt it necessary to stroke his (unwashed) moobs to try and distract you mid game.
Fun times!
That......
That.........
That............
Im not sure what to say..... Why? Why would you do that? How could you be so socially challenged that you would think it appropriate to make RAPE JOKES about a girl WHOM IS IN THE FETHING ROOM And the Daemonettes part...... Why? What makes these people think that this is socially acceptable to behave in this way?
And the little girls bit... He didn't actually SHOUT that did he?
I feel quite lucky that my local store and my club have no members like this and would take serious action if there where such members to join...... NO I AM NOT TAMPTING FATE-NOT THE MOOBS, NOOOOOOOOO....... [Transmission ends]
I think the biggest problem with that particular group is that a lot of them spent their entire teenage years hanging out in the GW store learning their social skills there. It's kind of a feedback loop too - a couple of "normal" people stop going because of the creeps means that there's a higher proportion of creeps for the teenagers to learn from. A higher proportion of creeps causes more "normal" people to stop going leading a higher proportion of creeps etc.
There's also a bit of an attitude that calling someone out on their behaviour = bullying so it doesn't happen very often. If I had been one of the regulars when I witnessed those incidents then damn that attitude - I'm calling them out on that. Being an outsider and calling someone out on what the group thinks is acceptable behaviour aint going to go down well.
I'm sure it's all anecdotal/confirmation bias, but I'm sure there's been a shift in the normal/creep ratio since I got back into the hobby ~10 years ago. I have heard similar sentiments expressed about that group elsewhere in the city. One lass stated that she was too creeped out by that group to ever go back to their club - no idea if it was one of the ones in the incidents I witnessed or yet another.
I think the biggest problem with that particular group is that a lot of them spent their entire teenage years hanging out in the GW store learning their social skills there. It's kind of a feedback loop too - a couple of "normal" people stop going because of the creeps means that there's a higher proportion of creeps for the teenagers to learn from. A higher proportion of creeps causes more "normal" people to stop going leading a higher proportion of creeps etc.
There's also a bit of an attitude that calling someone out on their behaviour = bullying so it doesn't happen very often. If I had been one of the regulars when I witnessed those incidents then damn that attitude - I'm calling them out on that. Being an outsider and calling someone out on what the group thinks is acceptable behaviour aint going to go down well.
I'm sure it's all anecdotal/confirmation bias, but I'm sure there's been a shift in the normal/creep ratio since I got back into the hobby ~10 years ago. I have heard similar sentiments expressed about that group elsewhere in the city. One lass stated that she was too creeped out by that group to ever go back to their club - no idea if it was one of the ones in the incidents I witnessed or yet another.
Believe that's no excuse, I spent most of my social experiences in my early years and in my 12-14/15 in a GW and I would not ever behave like that...... You just don't do that in society.
And whilst I understand your reasons, I would have called them on that. Its just not right that people can do that and get away with it, and quite frankly shouting what that other man did was down right sick.
But as for the shift, well I havnt noticed it yet.... But then again I only game at my club and I havnt been into GW for a looonnnng time. Atleast not to game, I still need to buy IG every now and again. I just hope that those creeps stay away from my area, as I do not wish for my groups reputation to become sullied by that kind of pervert.
I think the biggest problem with that particular group is that a lot of them spent their entire teenage years hanging out in the GW store learning their social skills there.
But on a more serious note, I think there are some genuinely nice people in Games Workshop. I have a good relationship with a store manager here in Melbourne, and a lot of the people that go to GW Camberwell and GW Ringwood are quite decent.
Although this leads me on to a new awkward gaming experience...
I hadn't been to GW Ringwood for ages until recently, and there was a whole new group of people when I went in for the store's birthday.
One of them has been there forever, he looks about 16 but I think he's about 18, and he's a bit of an odd person.
We were playing fun make it up as you go along games, and whenever it was my turn, this kid had kinda just been acting kinda pissed off, I don't know why, he just seemed angry at me. I'd never talked to him before, or even seen him in years, so I don't know what prompted this...
It came to a head when I was asking the GM a question about if I could take a certain action, and this kid just yells at me, 'NO, YOU CAN'T! OK!'
I held up my hands and was like 'ok, ok' and everyone around the table was like 'calm down man' 'what was that for?'
The next turn the kid quit the game and went and painted.
I still have no idea what prompted him to get so mad... It was strange at the time, but afterwards it was pretty funny.
Daedleh wrote: I think the biggest problem with that particular group is that a lot of them spent their entire teenage years hanging out in the GW store learning their social skills there.
Surely they go to school?
When me and my friends are alone we talk vulgar and make jokes that would put us in prison, but in public it's just not acceptable/excusable behaviour. Game store dwellers or no.
gossipmeng wrote: I was just curious what some of your awkward gaming experiences have been at your FLGS or GW.
My most recent is when I was playing a game of 40k at my local GW. Sometimes it can be a tight squeeze to get past people near the tables. I was rolling my dice when I sensed someone standing really close to me (to my side, just out of sight for a good 30 seconds). I turn to see some guy a few inches from me just staring at me. I asked if he would like to get by and he replies "Yes". I said he should've just asked to squeeze by because I was busy focusing on my match. He said, "I prefer to just stare at people until they clue in".... andddddd this is pretty much why I would never allow my GF to step foot inside a GW.
The second thing that comes to mind is just after I finished a game of 40k, shook hands, and started packing up. My opponent asked what I do, so I went over my degree and how I got lucky and landed a cool job fairly fresh out of university. I ask him the same question in return. "I'm unemployed". Hmm okay what field do your work in "I didn't do anything past highschool", Hmm no worries what kind of work are looking to get into? "I don't know"...... (crickets). I can't really say anything to the guy at that point aside so it was rather awkward.
I always feel like I'm in the land of misfit toys when I go into GW, should be interesting to hear other people's perspectives.
You mean like walking into a FLGS and wondering if your the only person to have showered in the last day?
The GW store manager around my area is awesome, stays open after hours for longer games and so on. We got 5 or 6 new gamers in after the "introduction to gaming 101" night.
However, the gamers themselves....I've seen one gamer "cut" himself purposefully in the middle of the store. I've seen downright cheaters, people purposefully flipping dice and changing hull points on vehicles to their advantage.
However, one of the guys in fremantle store, lets call him "bob"...came in one day. He came in and started painting and painting. The manager was out to lunch at that time, came in and saw.....FSA minis. Bob immediately was on the end of a tirade from the redshirt . Finally ended by the tossing of the whole case outside.
The GW was quiet for awhile, Bob ran outside and broke down because his $250 of FSA minis had smashed. Finally, someone called the police in from outside. Talked for about 45 minutes or so about the minis.
Doctadeth wrote: However, one of the guys in fremantle store, lets call him "bob"...came in one day. He came in and started painting and painting. The manager was out to lunch at that time, came in and saw.....FSA minis. Bob immediately was on the end of a tirade from the redshirt . Finally ended by the tossing of the whole case outside.
The GW was quiet for awhile, Bob ran outside and broke down because his $250 of FSA minis had smashed. Finally, someone called the police in from outside. Talked for about 45 minutes or so about the minis.
I would say the most awkward gaming moment wasn't really for myself but more so for my girlfriend. She came by to see my at the game store to see if I needed anything and just to surprise me and immediately as she came in the game room it went completely silent. She turned bright red and walked quickly to me because of everyone staring at her. Sadly after that she didn't ever really go back unless she was with me walking in and doesn't get to far from my side now.
