I remember one game VS my friends Eldar circa 1995 or so.
I was shooting with my Space Wolf Devastators who were BS5 at the time and could take a targetter making them 6. Effectively anything but a 1 to hit.
Missed with all of them and ended up lashing the lascannon guy off my wooden wardrobe. He was all metal parts except for the shoulder pads and suffice to say he smashed apart completely
I dont recall ever being so angry during a game. Ah the joys of ill tempered youth.....

I converted a Shrike model before the actual model came out and put him up against an Ork Warboss in a game...

He was killed instantly and I was really pissed off about it. I didn't throw the model or anything, but did do a LOT of complaining and some swearing about the rules.

I was 13.

Angry, actually in a game? Never. Frustrated? I don't know, maybe my tone of voice changes slightly. That's it.

Don't make a great fuss at the table, getting visibly and non-jovially mad about bad luck (the odd quip about how gak your luck is today is fine, just don't overdo it) makes you look like a moron and acting angry towards your opponent is childish and an assholish thing to do. I've only seen a case of the latter once outside of games where it was kids playing kids elsewhere in the store. I watched a grown man get geniunely pissy about this 15-16 year old that was wiping the floor with his Necrons, but at least he conceded abruptly instead of spending the last half ranting non-stop like the games between kids end up.

a fat guy wrote:
I converted a Shrike model before the actual model came out and put him up against an Ork Warboss in a game...

He was killed instantly and I was really pissed off about it. I didn't throw the model or anything, but did do a LOT of complaining and some swearing about the rules.

I was 13.

Watching the overpriced badass Space Marine character you love get crushed by a S10 powerklaw was a Space Marine rite of passage in 5th edition

When my opponent asks for the twelfth time that game what my toughness is because he has to roll to hit... Not wound. To hit. Still learning the rules and all that but still, twelve times making the same mistake pissed me off and I ended the game there and then and told him to go study what he should already remember before playing again.

And I mean, failing a three inch charge kinda got me annoyed but I can't say I was surprised. The dice weren't on my side that day. I sat in the corner and had a drink, ignoring the rest of my assault phase and just ending my turn.

I stabbed a guy once.

Just kidding. My games can be a little heated. I'm chill with dudes who don't know me, but with friends I'm a little more open with my ire. I've never broken a model or gotten physical with anyone.

Travel 5 hours by train to a tournament only to see that the shop is closed and that the tournament was cancled, but the Orgs forgot to inform anyone coming out of the city. Had to wait 12 hours for a train back, got stoped three times by police which thought we were new homeless. Lost ticket money, fine from police and my model box got damged by a guy who tried to push his in. Don't think I ever was more angry.

When my opponent complained that me having 2 wave serpents made me a cheese
I didnt respond, but that game was no fun.

okay Ninjafiredragon... derailing the thread a bit but I love that Avatar

back on track -
Angriest I've been: Probably when dealing with WAAC dickish donkey-caves. I actually get more annoyed at myself for playing them in the first place.

I ashamedly admit I've become cross during a couple of games many years ago when I was a young teenager...nothing rude, just sulking a bit about my Space Marines being squashed like bugs by lesser human guardsmen.

I grew up a lot since then, but it also helps to play armies like Orks where you're reminded it's just a game (even if it does cost $500 or so for an army )

I have thrown a die clear across the room once.

I was playing against daemons in a tournament as tyranids. And the guy rolled 11 on the warpstorm table 3 turns in a row. Lost two flyrants and a tervigon for absolutely no reason. I literally lost more points to that random crap then his army actually killed. I was pretty peeved that he won the game without actually having to do anything. Since the game ended sooner then it should have, I had to go outside to cool down before I started mouthing off to everyone.

My case was in a tourney where a bug player cheated and intimidated the guys he played in earlier games to get wins.
When he played me, I stood up to him and would not let him cheat me. As the guy was almost as large as me and much wilder in appearance and attitude, the TO did not want to take sides and said to roll off for it.
I rolled a six and after seeing that he refused to roll.
Ignoring the rules AND the ruling of the TO had gotten my temperature a little steamed so I told him to roll the dice, follow the rules or concede.
This was turn one. He refused to finish the game so I got a concession.

Makumba wrote:
Travel 5 hours by train to a tournament only to see that the shop is closed and that the tournament was cancled, but the Orgs forgot to inform anyone coming out of the city. Had to wait 12 hours for a train back, got stoped three times by police which thought we were new homeless. Lost ticket money, fine from police and my model box got damged by a guy who tried to push his in. Don't think I ever was more angry.

Wow. I am getting unreasonably angry just reading that. Please tell me you let the organizers know how you felt. Did anything come of this?

Tournament at FLGS:

Had one of the out-of-town WAAC players as my opponent round 3. Was running 80 sniper kroot vs his tyranids. Needless to say I was doing well.

He starts trying to slow me down, picking over every little rule and walking off to grab his rulebook. It wasn't until I was basically in the process of the winning shot that he stated "You never said you were using your markerlights"

I nearly lost it, he got the TO and said the same thing, so his gaunts wouldn't die. The TO knew me, knew that tau were my first and main army, and somehow the bastard convinced him that I didn't say that I was using my flipping markerlights. Of course I had said that, just like the rest of the game, but now he was just being petty and insulting.

Had I not worked for the FLGS at the time, the bastard would have been bleeding in the parking lot. Instead, I reluctantly just walked away from the table, completely furious and told the TO "I will not play with an opponent that acts that way"

I don't recall ever getting angry in a game of anything. At least not about anything to do with the game.

If playing a game is making you angry, you're doing something wrong.

Reading some of the circular arguments in the rule lawyer forum or constantly having to skip over the same 3-4 posters decrying how bad a game is which they "no longer play, take that GW!!!1" is more frustrating than anything I've experienced on the TT.

For me, it was a guy bringing Imotek to a 30k apocalypse game, which me and my partner ran mostly infantry units so had to roll for lightning over 50 times per turn. And the guy said "guys, I'm sorry to be THAT guy, but I'm taking Imotek." He could've just said I'm taking Imotek and be done with it, but did it and announced it in a way to grab attention, i blatantly told him he's not TFG and stop trying to be, and told him he's actually hurting his team by slowing down the game which is teammates agreed with, but didn't care at all. Also he decided to take the difficult/dangerous terrain upgrade and even when he realized it affected his teammates as well, decided to keep it. It annoyed me beyond belief that a player would do that to his own teammates just so he can stand out. And that's sad if that feeling is coming from the opponents side of the table.

I had another time were I could've gotten angry at a tournament but thankfully my opponent was a good guy who have me a fun, tough game. He ran a 1750 tournament list that spammed 4 wave serpents with naked guardians, naked farseer, and 3 wraithknights. He ran this same list against me in the past and I was able to pull out a win, but got revenge with a 25-7 victory, my dice rolls were bad as I failed 2+ wound rerollijg due to digital weapons which allowed his WK the chance to kill my TWC. If my opponent had a TFG and WAAC attitude, I would've been not happy at all, but since he was polite and well mannered, I was able to accept the loss no problem and we actually chatted after the game about random jibber jabber

What got me angry included moments like watching a club player (grown adult) cheat his ass off against a 11-year old new player. Or another club player (grown adult) who would blatantly cheat and get angry, yelling, swearing and threatening violence when he got called on it. That one nearly ended in a fight at one point. I actually preferred the powergaming waac players because they usually got the rules right and could be reasoned with if the rules were clear enough (which they usually weren't).

edit: oh and what i did was stop playing at that club.

The most riled up I have been in a game in recent memory was actually a fantasy game. Was playing my good friends Dark Elves with my Beastmen, he was running two big blocks of crossbow men, shot them at my block of Bestigors with BSB, combat lord, and level 4 caster installed. Killed just enough guys to force a LD, which I thought I would have with LD 8 and rerolls...of course not, they broke and ran. Next turn they rallied but at the point it would take them another two turns to reach combat, so I ran forward my other blocks of infantry, getting them into position. His turn he shot both my blocks of Gors, causing more LD test. Now they were still in range of the BSB with rerolls I thought there was no way I could have that bad of luck...they both failed even with rerolls. The game was over before I even got to do anything, I conceded the game to him and he didn't blame me at all. I didn't really get mad and yell or anything but I was obviously perturbed and had no interest in playing the game anymore.

In 40k? Every time I play Tyranids, not because the army is bad but because I ALWAYS play with my Haruspex and without fail he always fails to do anything.

tgjensen wrote:

Makumba wrote:
Travel 5 hours by train to a tournament only to see that the shop is closed and that the tournament was cancled, but the Orgs forgot to inform anyone coming out of the city. Had to wait 12 hours for a train back, got stoped three times by police which thought we were new homeless. Lost ticket money, fine from police and my model box got damged by a guy who tried to push his in. Don't think I ever was more angry.

Wow. I am getting unreasonably angry just reading that. Please tell me you let the organizers know how you felt. Did anything come of this?

Yeah, they said they are sorry and we can come next week and we won't even have to pay entry fee for the next tournament they do.

i was swore under my breath when i rolled badly to save.

Dropped my trousers and laid a cleaveland steamer on the citadel realms battleboard.






(I didn't really, but I can't really imagine people doing anything else other than quietly seething)

I think the only time I've gotten upset in a game was getting into a rules argument with my opponent at a tourney. He tried to tank shock with his Dark Eldar flyer. We get into it about how hes not able to do it. I call a judge over and my opponent then denies even attempting the move....After all is said and done I get dinged on my sportmanship score for apparently slow playing by calling a judge over for no reason.

 Otto Weston wrote:
okay Ninjafiredragon... derailing the thread a bit but I love that Avatar

Thanks

When I was younger some older gamers convinced me to start fantasy. I bought a huge, crap painted Bretonian army for ridiculously cheap. Said army contained 65 unprinted archers, among other nonsense.

I never got into fantasy (making Bretonians a fitting army), but whenever I get pissed at the dice gods I line up an archer about 30 yards down range and see whose the better shot. Still have almost a dozen left..

I was getting pretty mad when a buddy of mine kept firing his Leman Russ and never missed on scatter once. I handled it by dropping a melta bomb on the LR and winning the game. It is just a game, no sense getting all butthurt when stuff doesn't go your way.

Hmm , never actually angry. I don't play very serious, even at GTs, so I have never been actually angry or really even that frustrated playing 40k. I guess having a job where winning is critical makes me appreciate the whimsy of a game dependent on dice rolls.

There's a gaming group from Reno that (used) to come in play in our flgs' events. Several of them are... not the most fun to play against. One in particular tends to nitpick every single little rule the entire game, and there will be at least one major argument in which he will start angrily pointing fingers. It can get kind of funny sometimes. In particular, one of my buddies was playing him in a tournament. By buddy plays mainly Thousand Sons, very well painted army, wins frequently on skill despite how terrible Thousand Sons are. Anyways, game starts and my buddy rolls to Seize. He rolls a 6. The other guy gets pissed, accusing him of cheating and demanding he reroll it. So my buddy shrugs, grabs another dice and rolls another 6. The rage was hilarious.

 DarkLink wrote:
There's a gaming group from Reno that (used) to come in play in our flgs' events. Several of them are... not the most fun to play against. One in particular tends to nitpick every single little rule the entire game, and there will be at least one major argument in which he will start angrily pointing fingers. It can get kind of funny sometimes. In particular, one of my buddies was playing him in a tournament. By buddy plays mainly Thousand Sons, very well painted army, wins frequently on skill despite how terrible Thousand Sons are. Anyways, game starts and my buddy rolls to Seize. He rolls a 6. The other guy gets pissed, accusing him of cheating and demanding he reroll it. So my buddy shrugs, grabs another dice and rolls another 6. The rage was hilarious.

Brilliant I hope your friend also won the game to further rub it in


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Other than a bit of quiet swearing after really bad dice rolls, I don't get angry during a game. Ssadly unlike a friend of mine who thinks anything he can't kill easily - e.g Serpents or LR - must be OP and is known to get rather angry/frustrated after we've blown up all his AT weapons.

He says OP, I say good target selection

Was once playing a apocalypse game with a friend, I was running salamanders and my friend daemons, at our end we were facing one guy with a huge black templar force. Because we joined in slightly late the opponent didn't get a great look at the daemons held in reserve. Early into the game my friend announced the arrival of his Red Mist which consisted of approx 100 blood letters and a blood thirster, upon arrival I think he failed to roll a direct hit on scatter maybe once which resulted in a lot of tactical marines, sword brethren, and helbrecht being butchered. We were 13 at the time and the man in his twenties wearing a trench coat told us both to get outside to beat us upbecause we found it funny , claiming he had served in the army for some reason

Speaking of Apocalyps games. We had 1(one) in my store. Set up took 5 hours and we were playing on the weekend. I had the "luck" of being on the not starting side. Turn one happened and took almost 2 hours, after which the store owner said he is closing down as we will never get to finish our turn and the shops closes sooner on weekends.
For almost 9 hours , including bus drive to the shop] , I was standing doing nothing. After that we never had more apocalyps games. Not even smaller ones.

I rolled poorly on Seize the Initiative, opponent got the first turn. He shot his Battle Cannom at my Rippers and got first blood. I rage quit so hard, flipped the table and proceeded to beat the guy to death the remains of his Russ. When others tried to stop me, I grabbed a metal dreadnought from the broken display case and dreadsocked them all before the SWAT teams arrived and...

For feth's sake, if anyone gets angry because of a game like this, go home and take industrial strength anaesthetic because you need to calm the feth down. Frustration I can understand but not anger.

Angriest moment was way, way back, playing 3rd edition right after it came out.

I had an Emperor's Children army and was playing against Tyranids. In 2nd edition, my CL was a cc monster who just ate opponents. I could count on him to eat a couple units each game on his own.

In 3rd edition, he was not as good. The Tyranid player, otoh, had an army that was vastly improved by the new rules. I remember my CL got eaten by his genestealers, it made me upset that things changed so much between editions, and I was going to update my army.

I spent time working out what it would take to make my army competitive again. The cost would have been over $150. I ragequit right there over the edition creep and exorbitant costs of playing the game.

Once in a game vs grey knights i charged 10 assault marines, a reclusiarch with a fist, and priest with a fist into a dreadknight. Even with rerolls to hit and str5 i dealt all of 2 wounds, which he saved. Power fists completely wiffed.

Next turn another asm squad jumped into terrain. Had to take 5 dangerous terrain tests. Rolled five 1s, then failed all 5 armor saves and all 5 fnp saves.

I threw my dice at the wall and quit playing for a month.

In retrospect it was stupid to get that angry, and i havent since then (its been 2 years). But still, very frustrating.

Here's my one:
I didn't get so much angry as I did absolutely irritated. I was playing a game against this kid (he was probably 12, maybe 13).
Now, occasionally he gets things "wrong" (deliberately, that is); such as giving Thousand Sons a 5+FNP and 3+ invul. Ignoring some of their special rules. This is even after checking the Codex, by the way
Giving a Daemon Prince 2 - 3 extra wounds, and about 2 toughness values higher... I did start checking his Codex shortly after I found out. This isn't what bothered me, this was just for a bit of knowledge on the opponent.

So, playing this game (where I found out that TS don't have FNP), he manages to turn his Sorcerer locked in combat into a Greater Daemon of some kind (GUO, I think). He charges in on the same turn and tries to claim bonuses from some-such rule on all of his guys locked in that combat (I believe it was VotLW). I told the kid "It's not the first round of combat for all of them just because a new guy charges in", a guy watching starts trying to tell me it is, and I objected. He tells me the same thing again, so I'm about to say "Can you please show me where it says anything like that?" so he cuts me off before the first word is even out of my mouth and starts yelling at me "Just play the ****ing game, it's the first round of combat so all his guys get Hatred".

Now, the two things that pissed me off were:
1) The fact that this spectator (let's call him Bob from now on) started yelling at me. I hate getting yelled at. Seriously pisses me off and makes me feel like getting violent (for personal reasons).

2) Bob will tell you "I know how to play the game, so stop back-seat gaming" if you try to mention a ruling that they didn't do/forgot when Bob plays a game, which he'd actually done to someone a few weeks earlier. It was kind of understandable-ish when he did it, I figured the guy he yelled at kept doing it previously and he'd been told to stop. When Bob was sat there attempting to do the same to our game just a little while after, and to someone else's game a few days prior, it kind of pissed me off.
Oh, and when his son (let's call him Sam) tried to tell him he forgot his HoW, Bob yelled at him, saying "Shut up, Sam, I know how to play" then realised that he had actually forgotten his HoW. Bob didn't apologise, he said nothing to his kid. He just blanked Sam for the rest of the night (about 4 hours).

Edit: What I did? Nothing, sadly. I wish I'd said something to him.

I swore when I had some really crappy luck.

I was, like, 13. This was at the time I still loved GW and thought they were the most customer-friendly company ever (mostly due to the nice local employees).

Then I grew up and I realised WTH was going on.

 techsoldaten wrote:
Angriest moment was way, way back, playing 3rd edition right after it came out.

I had an Emperor's Children army and was playing against Tyranids. In 2nd edition, my CL was a cc monster who just ate opponents. I could count on him to eat a couple units each game on his own.

In 3rd edition, he was not as good. The Tyranid player, otoh, had an army that was vastly improved by the new rules. I remember my CL got eaten by his genestealers, it made me upset that things changed so much between editions, and I was going to update my army.

I spent time working out what it would take to make my army competitive again. The cost would have been over $150. I ragequit right there over the edition creep and exorbitant costs of playing the game.

Have you played since 3-d?

Angry because of the game? No. Frustrated, yes, I'll feel frustrated and maybe a bit sad the game is just not being fun at all.

Angry because I discovered my painted models I spent so much time on were falling apart? Yes. So much yes. I learnt the hard way GW's plastic glue really sucks. REAAALLY sucks.

MarsNZ wrote:
Reading some of the circular arguments in the rule lawyer forum or constantly having to skip over the same 3-4 posters decrying how bad a game is which they "no longer play, take that GW!!!1" is more frustrating than anything I've experienced on the TT.

How true. Funny how they hate the game so much, refuse to play it yet evident spend at least 12 hours a day spamming forum boards about it. You would think they would have moved on instead of trying to force everyone else to hate it as well.

True, i get frustrated in game about cheesy combos but more often at myself for making a bone head mistake like forgetting to do stuff.
Had a buddy ip one of the older rule books in half (along the binding, not like a phone book).
Another guy at a shop I used to go to flipped a table. Yes this urban legend has happened at least once.

Never got mad but I watched a guy one time at the shop throw his model off the wall. Picked up the pieces of what was left put it in his battlefoam bag and started to kick the bag. After done kicking the bag claimed that battlefoam was junk because it did not protect his models. I must of stared at the guy for 10 minutes like he had a dick growing out of his head. Have not seen or heard of the guy since but he was the talk of the shop for awhile.

MarsNZ wrote:
or constantly having to skip over the same 3-4 posters decrying how bad a game is which they "no longer play, take that GW!!!1" is more frustrating than anything I've experienced on the TT.

Only thing I have ever gotten angry about was the attitude of my opponent. Never about the game itself....

The angriest I have gotten in a game of 40k was my friend bringing a tournament net list to a friendly game complaining that it was the only way he could win a game(we've gone pretty much 50/50 for the last several years, before that he solidly stomped me every game). It wasn't even a fun list he ran, 2 nurgle daemon princes with wings jinking every turn for 2+ cover save. and getting all biomancy powers to buff there toughness by 3 and maxed out number of chaos spawn. he had never fielded any of this before but after reading forums became deluded that in friendly games it was his only chance of a fair game.

It has been several months and I still have not played him again, if it is not going to be fun then there is no point in playing, not sure that i will ever play him again. To be clear I still consider him a friend, i just really don't feel like playing him when he is going to be way over competitive in a more friendly setting. I didn't even play 40k for over a month after that as it had just made the game unfun.

I will share this story, although it's embarrassing.

Normally I'm a fluff player. I get irritated with the game sometimes because depending on the codex, trying to run a fluffy army tends to result in getting curb-stomped by anyone who's keeping their list up to date. But the vast majority of the time, I don't play to win, and I don't care who wins. I tend to be a benevolent rules lawyer, pointing out mistakes but not forcing people to take rules back, or saying "you could totally do this right now" when it's to my detriment to point it out, etc. I give people the benefit of the doubt. I almost always lose when I play. I do this because I don't really care about winning, I just want both people to have fun. But another part of why I'm not a competitive player is because, rarely, I really get upset about losing.

So at some point in the past, my friends and I, who generally never play competitively, organized a college sports-esque 750 pt season amongst ourselves. We had more armies than we had people, due to friends in the past moving away and leaving armies behind, so we sort of took "ownership" of multiple armies for the tournament. I took a shining to the Dark Eldar army, who were not favored in their division (which we did by rough geography in the galaxy), but I thought if i played them well in the "regular season" they could barely make the tournament, and get a good seed in the sweet 16. Needless to say this was fun as heck overall, but it was a grueling number of games and it got more heated at times than we even expected.

Anyway, the "regular season" came down to the Dark Eldar needing to secure a win against the Eldar to advance to the tournament. I had decided the Dark Eldar were going to be a Cinderella story and make it in spite of the odds; meanwhile my marine-playing friend had stepped in to control the Eldar for that game, with no clear interest in which of the two armies advanced.

I played the Dark Eldar decently against what was a stronger Eldar list; I had almost nothing left but had the Eldar on the ropes. I basically needed to make a relatively short charge with my Succubus and a handful of wyches against the last remaining Fire Dragon, which would have secured an objective on the last turn and won me the game handily. If I failed that charge, I would lose. He missed his overwatch; I rolled charge distance. The result was a 3 and a 2. As we hadn't premeasured the distance, I didn't know I was in, but it looked a bit short. We had been drinking (obviously), so I immediately said "no worries, I have fleet", picked up the dice, and re-rolled the charge. It came up 2 and 1. I shakily measured the distance; it was actually 4.5", and I had made my charge and re-rolled without checking, for no reason. I sort of asked for a call on it, saying "...dude I actually made that, right?"

He said "Well.... you did choose to re-roll it..."

We went back and forth on it a bit, but he stood by his call. And that's where I totally lost it. For once I actually really cared about winning, or at least cared about not losing. I was really rooting for the Dark Eldar to advance, even though they would never win it all, and meanwhile the Eldar were no one's main force. Most importantly, it was the sort of call I would have easily handed to my friend, like "sure, you technically made the roll, it was a mistake, make your charge and we'll move on". But no, I lost the game because of that. In the end it didn't matter at all, but I flew into a rage over it. Mostly because after years of ceding points when the outcome didn't matter to me, my friend wasn't giving me quarter when it didn't matter to him. And for once, I cared about victory an unusual amount. And I let him, and everyone who was spectating, know this in the most uncomfortable manner possible, at the top of my lungs. It was truly embarrassing.

Also, whiskey played a large role in this, so let this be a lesson of sorts: don't take 40k seriously, ever, it's far too ridiculous and fickle a game. And if you do, for god's sake, don't drink too much while you're doing it.

I had a military guy want me to "step outside" because he was positive a daemon prince wasn't str6. I was a purple belt in jujitsu at the time so all he accomplished was getting in a position to be choked out. That guy was aggressive to several people.

Called friend out for twisting multiple critical rules, resulting in him "winning:, proceeded to be called a whiny bitch.

I have a friend. I don't want to be a donkey cave, but he has a habit of not reading the codexes. Because of this, I have vowed to wreck him with a netlist once for every game he won due to not knowing rules.
Montage mode!
-Treating all markerlights as networked.
-Treating Nova Charge as if it gets off on a 2+.
-Treating Kustom Mega Blastas as if they aren't gets hot.
-Playing Unbound. In 6th edition.
-Playing Tyranids for a year, never buying the codex, using the unit stats from the back of a rulebook, and saying that he got the points values memorized from Army Builder.
-Personal Teleporter means no scatter deep strike!
-In addition to Hammerhand and whatever else, GK squads generate additional powers!
-Vortex of Doom can be fired out of a Land Raider!
-Not believing me when I said Signature Systems were limited to 1 of each per army...
-And not believing me when I said you could only put 3 things on a Crisis suit!
-Hammerheads can take Velocity Trackers!
-Not knowing Warp Talons had Invulnerable saves. :(
-Thingy of Sacrifice gives the whole squad the bearer has joined IWND!
-Walkers and MCs move 12" in the movement phase.
All of these things has since been rectified, but it's funny going back and remembering the mistakes. I have some too, such as believing Power Weapons were AP1 in 7th....

The most annoyed I can remember getting was a game where I had the worst dice rolls in my gaming history. I think I killed about 1 model over the 5-6 turns of game-time. Laughing off the first few bad rolls was fine, but after that it felt like something was taking the piss.

I once forgot about the bonus attack you get to charging a unit. I only had a Zoanthrope on the board, but if I could remove his Warlord, I would have won the game.

That proved to be decisive as my opponent (after losing combat), only just made his Ld check and had I caused one more wound, I would have got Slay the Warlord/wiped out the unit it was attached to and won it 6-5 as opposed to lose 4-5 (Purge the Alien KP).

Literally a single roll of the dice could have won me the game and keep my record unbeaten, which I was proud of having been relatively new to the hobby.

I didn't do anything to my opponent as he played well and I congratulated him on the win (had a nice bite to eat afterwards as we were friends) but it dawned on me as soon as we got to the takeaway. My opponent and I joked about it but I was pretty annoyed at myself for forgetting a basic rule.

So embarrassing.

I was playing an Orcs & Goblin Warband in Mordheim. (This is part of the problem, as it's a campaign game and models you take a shine to can advance and become brilliant, or, worse, advance, become brilliant, and then get badly crippled and useless.)

There's a scenario with a treasure chest that you need to drag off the board to win. The model that gets the treasure chest gets extra XP, and you get the contents of the chest.

I had spread out my guys, and had successfully taken out all of my ranged opposition and nearby opponents, so no one could stop my Boss from taking the chest. However, he moved really slowly dragging it by himself.

Unfortunately, taking out the opposition had also whittled my warband down, so I was taking "Last Man Standing" (or whatever they were called) checks to avoid breaking and running for the hills, also dropping the chest. Orcs had (as usual) terrible Leadership, but amazingly, I made the first roll...and the second....and the third...and the fourth...

and then, less than 2 inches from the board edge (and victory), with NO OPPOSITION anywhere nearby, my Boss panics, drops the loot, and bottles out.

I grabbed the model and hurled him to the ground, bending him quite severely. If he had scarpered off at the first opportunity, I would have been okay, but seeing victory SOOOO CLOSE just made me insane.

Steelmage99 wrote:
I have thrown a die clear across the room once.

I have thrown Dozens of dice across the room .

Im the sort that, when Im quiet, it's bad. Real bad. You know things have gone very very wrong when I clam up. I was clammed up by turn one.

I just forfeited after a while and tanked his sportsmanship score. Called it a day.

I dont quit games. I usually get EXTREMELY focused and good when Im angry about something. But this was so much B.S. that it was beyond even my considerable penchant for tabling saucy cheaters. So I just pulled the plug. Done.

I don't get mad during games except at myself if I do something stupid.

HOWEVER! After I spent around $100 on a custom order of 5 models to be "Shrikes Wing" in ?third? edition (lots of money for me when I was around 12 or so), I was sooo mad with GW when days later they released the next codex that didn't include Shrike's Wing. Soooo pissed.

 EVIL INC wrote:

How true. Funny how they love the game so much, refuse to see any criticism of it, yet spend at least 12 hours a day spamming forum boards about it. You would think they would have moved on instead of trying to force everyone else to love it as well.

See I can make sweeping generalisations out of valid points too, but I'm probably trying to force people to do things.

But yeah I don't get angry during games, frustrated at poor luck during a game (especially considering I'm only able to get one game a week), then I start making decisions that I would make if I was playing in an ultra serious competitive setting, but hey when the dice aren't going your way, even that won't help

Ran my space marine army against my mentor's Eldar, jetbike hit and run army. Between the wave serpent with the firelords and the wave serpent with the banshees, I literally couldn't get a good shot off, barely killing his dire avengers then getting slaughtered by his wraith lord. I don't understand it, but it was the most unlucky dice rolling I'd ever had (my terminator deep strike unit even landed in a dangerous terrain and during the test, only two lived! I rolled more ones then than ever in my life. He even apologized for tabling me in 4 turns. It was better the second game we played, but I was just getting frustrated that the dice were not in my favor at all.

I don't know if I could say I've ever gotten angry, though my biggest WTF moment was actually just this past Sunday. It was out monthly Apoc game, and I arrived a tad late, about 10 minutes or so (Though they knew I was on my way). Upon arriving, they told me to set up on the far end, so I did. Come to find out, I didn't have anyone to fight on my end...so I had to spend several turns running EVERYTHING up.

Then, one of our players arrived an hour or so late, but still wanted to play. We all agreed, so he then deployed his entire force...behind mine. He spent a full round shooting, taking out 8 of my Stompa's HP, killed off 4 of my 12 Kanz, 6 of my 10 Nob Bikers, and popped my Morkanaught. I then spent my next turn retaliating against him to regain the objectives I'd just lost.

After that turn...he packed up to go to work. I was a bit stunned. When I asked our organizer about it, he was fully aware from the start that the player in question was not sticking around for long.

I wasn't really mad, but I was annoyed they allowed him to drop in, waste a good portion of my forces, allow me to waste a full round of combat on him when I could have ignored him and moved up further had I known he was dropping out right afterwards.

Made me a very sad Ork.

Closest to anger I've ever felt was in a game of Space Marine V Space Marine (I think it was Raven Guard V Clan Raukaan) my captain ended up in a challenge with my opponents captain.
He had no weapon and my weapon was AP3 so neither of us could get through the 2+ armour we both had.
First I "raged" when he failed his 6+ FnP with 1 Wound left and the next turn when my captain failed his save which caused him to die.

Was in Poland or Germany where there were pretty regular fisticuffs over games.

I remember a German guy saying " Yeah, I've seen a few physical fights" on hereb ut can't remember the thread.

Fireraven wrote:

Steelmage99 wrote:
I have thrown a die clear across the room once.

I have thrown Dozens of dice across the room .

the term for that is "rage dice" my firend!

 easysauce wrote:

Fireraven wrote:

Steelmage99 wrote:
I have thrown a die clear across the room once.

I have thrown Dozens of dice across the room .

the term for that is "rage dice" my firend!

I had a land raider thrown at me before by my opponent when he got mad about necron death rays killing it.

whuuuuuuuut. Fer serious?

 TheAvengingKnee wrote:

 easysauce wrote:

Fireraven wrote:

Steelmage99 wrote:
I have thrown a die clear across the room once.

I have thrown Dozens of dice across the room .

the term for that is "rage dice" my firend!

I had a land raider thrown at me before by my opponent when he got mad about necron death rays killing it.

Did you pass your armour save, or did the Land Raider wound?
What about you Feel No Pain (if any)?

sage questions, all.

Never been angry. Been disappointed, once by my own actions, and another from a friend who was a poor loser.

Thankfully never had an opponent get angry either.

Some of you have some, errr, interesting experiences.

 Ond Angel wrote:

 TheAvengingKnee wrote:

 easysauce wrote:

Fireraven wrote:

Steelmage99 wrote:
I have thrown a die clear across the room once.

I have thrown Dozens of dice across the room .

the term for that is "rage dice" my firend!

I had a land raider thrown at me before by my opponent when he got mad about necron death rays killing it.

Did you pass your armour save, or did the Land Raider wound?
What about you Feel No Pain (if any)?

i was fine so was the land raider, he didn't throw it incredibly hard, just across the table.

 TheAvengingKnee wrote:

 Ond Angel wrote:

 TheAvengingKnee wrote:

 easysauce wrote:

Fireraven wrote:

Steelmage99 wrote:
I have thrown a die clear across the room once.

I have thrown Dozens of dice across the room .

the term for that is "rage dice" my firend!

I had a land raider thrown at me before by my opponent when he got mad about necron death rays killing it.

Did you pass your armour save, or did the Land Raider wound?
What about you Feel No Pain (if any)?

i was fine so was the land raider, he didn't throw it incredibly hard, just across the table.

Pfft. Low strength tends to fail to wound.

On a more serious note: glad to know that nobody got hurt.
Also, I just noticed who I'm replying to. That is, I noticed you changed your picture... Or I'm going crazy and it's always been like that...

I got a load of orks just before the codex hit. Played a tau guy for the orks first fight. Got wiped out without even a single kill. This guy was a power gamer . No mercy. List tailoring every match. I had enough that day and packed up my toys and went home. Never played him again.

 Ond Angel wrote:

 TheAvengingKnee wrote:

 Ond Angel wrote:

 TheAvengingKnee wrote:

 easysauce wrote:

Fireraven wrote:

Steelmage99 wrote:
I have thrown a die clear across the room once.

I have thrown Dozens of dice across the room .

the term for that is "rage dice" my firend!

I had a land raider thrown at me before by my opponent when he got mad about necron death rays killing it.

Did you pass your armour save, or did the Land Raider wound?
What about you Feel No Pain (if any)?

i was fine so was the land raider, he didn't throw it incredibly hard, just across the table.

Pfft. Low strength tends to fail to wound.

On a more serious note: glad to know that nobody got hurt.
Also, I just noticed who I'm replying to. That is, I noticed you changed your picture... Or I'm going crazy and it's always been like that...

I changed it yesterday, had the old one for a while, thought i would change up the puicture and title to my newest army.

Thankfully it was low strength cause it was a CSM land raider so I am pretty sure with all those spikes its AP6.


I found an old Thread i started about it(please don't necro it)
http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/469104.page

i was mistaken it was a doomsday ark not a death ray.

darkcloak wrote:
I got a load of orks just before the codex hit. Played a tau guy for the orks first fight. Got wiped out without even a single kill. This guy was a power gamer . No mercy. List tailoring every match. I had enough that day and packed up my toys and went home. Never played him again.

Thats a case where if you have a few armies you talk about this interesting Space Marine list you want to run and spam orks after he has already made the list.

Those were my early days of learning too so I learned how to be a better gamer by comparing myself to what I didn't want to be like.

No fliers? I'll leave mine on the shelf.

Playing fluffy? Me too then.

So I guess it wasn't all bad...

That is a good thing to take away from a bad experience. I still like my method of messing with opponents who tailor lists. since I have 4 different armies it's hard to tell what I am bringing, and I have enough ravenwing and deathwing to field pure armies of either so it is almost like having another 2 armies.

I'll see your Land Raider and raise you a 2nd Edition (and therefore metal) Bjorn The Fell-Handed.

I ducked, my friend's expensive oak panelled (and rented) games room wall didn't fare so well...

For me, I can't really recall any game related instances of getting angry, I'm in it for the LOLs, don't really get invested enough to care enough to get angry (break one of my models? Different story!)

There was one instance where I guy more than implied I was cheating by shuffling and dealing psychic power cards rather than rolling. After making my displeasure clear in no uncertain terms (aside from anything else, I was offended that he felt a friendly club PUG was important enough to cheat over!) I proceeded to stomp him (might have been a tabling, don't really recall) without casting a single psychic power.

I probably have anger issues...but lets go

1. Playing my new necron army vs a mechanized flyer bs army, in a tournament. Turn 2 he gets in range for my warriors, and arks to start gauss blasting after seeing my rolls he calls the organizer over and complains that my army wasnt painted. (Drybrushed red with gold joints ironman ironmen) guy wouldnt listen, told me to bring back a painted army and disqualified me, turns out he was best friends with my opponent, and it was the first time I ever got pissed, slammed the table and. Packed up.

2. Playing my freshly painted more detailed necron army vs imperial guard, friendly game, using best 2 out of 3. Lost first game, won the second, third game he packs up and fields an ork army and told me to chill when i called bs, called me a baby when I lost and refused to play him again

3. Not proud of this one...played an ork army vs daemons, 7th edition so he was using pink horror factory spam
Anyway turn 1 he summons a lot, and giggles, straight up, fething giggles that he had to go grab some more, 20ish year old 300lb man giggling at me. I ignore it, do some drive by shooting from trukks and next turn it happens again, summons a megaton of horrors, giggles up a storm, says "oops im sorry, giggle giggle hope you can win giggle" 1k turns into 2k, round 3 i nearly kill his hq for win, uses its spell to replace it with another fateweaver, full wounds I call bs, organizer allows it. Gigglefest 3.0. Losing patience tell him to hurry up etc. He glares at me and refuses to attack me for 2 more turns, telling me to hurry up and try winning. Match tine runs out, i lose due to having most casualties under starting points, he goes to shake my hand and giggles then pulls his hand back and says "oh well play better next time"


Slugged him in the gut and left, never went back to that store after that

4. Worst one proud of this one.
Got into a fight over dark angel rulings and deathwing deepstrike. Judge sided with me and my opponent spent the rest of the match rolling his dice so they would hit my models, he used casino dice and they chipped the crap out of my terminators. Finally lost my temper when he rolled one and knocked my azreal off the table, breaking the banner. He laughed when I asked if it was funny, then flipped the table over and told him to laugh at that. Went outside to cool off, store owner came out, told me to chill and that he watched everything.

First time seeing a player cry, made me feel bad for the billion tyranid models that broke but I was gonna have to repaint all my models so it passed

Yeah I dont play much anymore, I get mad too much

Holy crap. Yeah. That's extreme man.

I had a guy do the giggle thing at Ard Boyz. I was udsing the OLD Grey KNight codex and had never actually played Grey KNights before. it was JUST as annoying to hear him say crap like "man youre brave for Taking those" as he unloads his 5th Edition Blood Angels out. Yeah.

For those who dont know, Daemon Hunters werent the shizl at this point in 40K. And uh... 5th Edition Blood Angels at 2500 is just flat broke.

Anyways I know what you're talking about when you described this guy that kept giggling. I didnt PUNCH someone like you, but it wasnt because I didnt want to.

By the way he had a single scout, a Damaged Baal Predator and his immobilized Razorback left out of the 2500 points he brought. I trucked his ass.

 TheAvengingKnee wrote:
That is a good thing to take away from a bad experience. I still like my method of messing with opponents who tailor lists. since I have 4 different armies it's hard to tell what I am bringing, and I have enough ravenwing and deathwing to field pure armies of either so it is almost like having another 2 armies.

I found a REALLY fun way of messing with a list tailorer is to do this....
Step 1- Take the lit you are using out and lay it face down on a table. Let the guy know thats your listdoes he mind if you go ahead and set stuff out. Be sure to imply its what your using without actually saying it.
Step 2- set models up on the table (on top of the list your using to prevent him from picking the paper up and looking at itMake sure the models your using are the exact opposite of what your ctually going to use and unit them up like your preparing them for battle.
Step 3- when he is done building his army start placing the odels you actually plan to use on the table to play and then put the decoy models away. When he complains, tell him you laid the paper out with your list and told him so you changed nothing and you were only getting those other models out so you could get what you were using out from under them. Why, did he tailor his list according to what you set out or something? Of course, he wouldnt do that. Only TFG would do such a thing, lets get started with the game.
Edit: Almost forgot...
Step 4- watch and see how angry he gets at being hoist on his own petard.

 Dylanj94 wrote:
I probably have anger issues...but lets go

1. Playing my new necron army vs a mechanized flyer bs army, in a tournament. Turn 2 he gets in range for my warriors, and arks to start gauss blasting after seeing my rolls he calls the organizer over and complains that my army wasnt painted. (Drybrushed red with gold joints ironman ironmen) guy wouldnt listen, told me to bring back a painted army and disqualified me, turns out he was best friends with my opponent, and it was the first time I ever got pissed, slammed the table and. Packed up.

2. Playing my freshly painted more detailed necron army vs imperial guard, friendly game, using best 2 out of 3. Lost first game, won the second, third game he packs up and fields an ork army and told me to chill when i called bs, called me a baby when I lost and refused to play him again

3. Not proud of this one...played an ork army vs daemons, 7th edition so he was using pink horror factory spam
Anyway turn 1 he summons a lot, and giggles, straight up, fething giggles that he had to go grab some more, 20ish year old 300lb man giggling at me. I ignore it, do some drive by shooting from trukks and next turn it happens again, summons a megaton of horrors, giggles up a storm, says "oops im sorry, giggle giggle hope you can win giggle" 1k turns into 2k, round 3 i nearly kill his hq for win, uses its spell to replace it with another fateweaver, full wounds I call bs, organizer allows it. Gigglefest 3.0. Losing patience tell him to hurry up etc. He glares at me and refuses to attack me for 2 more turns, telling me to hurry up and try winning. Match tine runs out, i lose due to having most casualties under starting points, he goes to shake my hand and giggles then pulls his hand back and says "oh well play better next time"


Slugged him in the gut and left, never went back to that store after that

4. Worst one proud of this one.
Got into a fight over dark angel rulings and deathwing deepstrike. Judge sided with me and my opponent spent the rest of the match rolling his dice so they would hit my models, he used casino dice and they chipped the crap out of my terminators. Finally lost my temper when he rolled one and knocked my azreal off the table, breaking the banner. He laughed when I asked if it was funny, then flipped the table over and told him to laugh at that. Went outside to cool off, store owner came out, told me to chill and that he watched everything.

First time seeing a player cry, made me feel bad for the billion tyranid models that broke but I was gonna have to repaint all my models so it passed

Yeah I dont play much anymore, I get mad too much

Sounds like you've been provoked every time. Don't see any rage issues here, though. However, it's preferable to warn people first. Let them know they are actually annoying you. Sometimes, people just don't realise it. And if they proceed acting the same way - no bad in punching them.

 Dylanj94 wrote:

Stuff

Number 3 was a complete douche and I hope that taught him a lesson. If not, I hope he keeps "receiving lessons" until he learns not to be an donkey-cave.

Number 4: I hope his tears tasted deliciously.

For me tau player who apparently didn't know you had to pay points for upgrades from lists, of course at my club we only have time for 600pt games.
he was taking a 1400pt list roughly none knew as none played tau, he's at the top of the table we keep and goes round saying he is the best player.
When I find out after starting tau my self I banned him from the club and wont speak to him.

The only time I've been really irritated during a game was when we set up a multiplayer apoc game at the club after we'd all played a 1k point match. We tried to go for an even split of age, experience and skill on each side to keep things fair, but the group of kids insisted they all stick together. I had no real issue with this, as it was all for fun and I got on better with the guys my side anyway. We agreed 2.5-3k per player, and got to building lists.

Things only really got annoying when we got to deploynent. One kid on the other side went to set up, and anyone who knew the SM codex well enough could see at a glance that he was easily a good 1k points over the limit. I asked him if he could drop to the level we had all agreed. While he cut some stuff, I could tell he was still about 500 over, but at that point I just wanted to get on with the game.

He leaves 4 Tactical Squads aside when we deploy, and I ask what he was doing with them, as he had no transports or pods and wasn't reserving them. His answer:
"Sicarius lets them Infiltrate."
I point out that only applies to one squad.
"Yes, but I have 4 of him in my army. But it's OK, they've all got different names!"

Eventually he just sets them up as normal and relegates 3/4 Sicariuses to captains. Throughout the game, which was actually decent in terms of gameplay, he's hardly ever off his phone sending constant texts (and reading each aloud to his friends) and generally ruined the game for those of us who all knew that we could have played several smaller games in the time he wasted that afternoon.

What did I do? Gritted my teeth, got on with it and hoped he would eventually grow up. At the next month's session, I also tabled his Crons in 4 turns, but that was largely coincidence!

 Paradigm wrote:
The only time I've been really irritated during a game was when we set up a multiplayer apoc game at the club after we'd all played a 1k point match. We tried to go for an even split of age, experience and skill on each side to keep things fair, but the group of kids insisted they all stick together. I had no real issue with this, as it was all for fun and I got on better with the guys my side anyway. We agreed 2.5-3k per player, and got to building lists.

Things only really got annoying when we got to deploynent. One kid on the other side went to set up, and anyone who knew the SM codex well enough could see at a glance that he was easily a good 1k points over the limit. I asked him if he could drop to the level we had all agreed. While he cut some stuff, I could tell he was still about 500 over, but at that point I just wanted to get on with the game.

He leaves 4 Tactical Squads aside when we deploy, and I ask what he was doing with them, as he had no transports or pods and wasn't reserving them. His answer:
"Sicarius lets them Infiltrate."
I point out that only applies to one squad.
"Yes, but I have 4 of him in my army. But it's OK, they've all got different names!"

Eventually he just sets them up as normal and relegates 3/4 Sicariuses to captains. Throughout the game, which was actually decent in terms of gameplay, he's hardly ever off his phone sending constant texts (and reading each aloud to his friends) and generally ruined the game for those of us who all knew that we could have played several smaller games in the time he wasted that afternoon.

What did I do? Gritted my teeth, got on with it and hoped he would eventually grow up. At the next month's session, I also tabled his Crons in 4 turns, but that was largely coincidence!

Oh my Emperor...

Did you pass your armour save, or did the Land Raider wound?
What about you Feel No Pain (if any)?

Totally caught off guard

Jaysus Dylan, punching someone is definitely over the top, its assault in many juristictions.
Flipping the table, well at least the judge'll let you off.

 Ratius wrote:

Did you pass your armour save, or did the Land Raider wound?
What about you Feel No Pain (if any)?

Totally caught off guard

Jaysus Dylan, punching someone is definitely over the top, its assault in many juristictions.
Flipping the table, well at least the judge'll let you off.

Dylan clearly made the 2D6" charge range, had a higher initiative, and weight of attacks.

It was a very legal assault, and Dylan won.

BUT.
On a serious note: Ratius is right. I'm sure you know that anyway though.

Years ago, when I was only a freshman in high school, I learned how to play Magic: the gathering. It was a simpler time, full of happiness and not lugging buckets of dice around. But one day everything changed, when the fire nation Att...Nope so anyway, come spring and a new kid shows up, his name was sam, and this is the chronicles of sam

Year the 1st: the butthurtedness begins

Sam was a poor player, not in money which he poured into ancient cards from a time unremembered, but he hated to lose. Unfortunately he hated that I could beat him with my cheap $30 goblin deck, and created a red protection burn deck. Unfortunately he used mountains and I won. He threw his cards in the garbage and left...I looted cards from the garbage and went on my way. Months were spent, winning losing laughing enjoying my youth...and sam, bitter young sam stood in the shadows, watching, waiting....in line for lunch.

One day he comes up to me for a match, showing extreme assholeism and declaring an ante, putting up deck cards as prizes to the winner....I agreed, he picked my goblin king. I picked lightning bolt, like a game of chess vs midaev he cheated time and time again, marking cards, changing life counter, lyinng about the damage. Through it all I persevered, unfortunately, his final gambit was to cheat when I turned to a friend, tapping my voracious dragon, i lost an attack...and he won. He chose to rip his new goblin king in half and throw it away, laughing, he left for the summer....

Year 2: return of the sam
He returned as we expected, months of begging for a game, cheating, pulling obscure rules, and outdated cards, with his annoying voice, rudeness, and assholism I retuned my decks, and created Samageddon the unholy deck...a grixis deck, with nothing but 5+ mana cost cards, and mostly 7 costs, his old playstyle couldnt handle it, no targets to attack, no power to finish me off, and 7 cards in hand every turn with red blue and black mana available. He broke from the pressure, attacking recklessly, trying to finish me....he lost, cheating. Lying, and screaming at me in fury...he left that day for a few months, rumors that he had dropped out circulated, but he came back, with new cards Like me...jund, the unholy union of....wait red mana? He forgot about my goblins, which drove him mad, telling me to ban old cards from the club, rage fueling my laughter, he had lost, cheating ,lying, rules lawyering, stacking decks, stacking mana, bringing cheating dice, stacked to give him 6's.
The year ended silently...too silently

Year 3: the eruption of sam
Local hobby shop opened, close to school, off campus period spent there happily,becoming friends with the owners.
One day, a dark presence, it...by that I mean SAM had arrived. Asking for a match against me I refused, stating my reasons as him being a cheater poor sport, and a general ass. The owner played against sam, agreed to his anye, and promptly blew him away with his time warp infinite fireball deck...too much for sam he left..and swore to return...and return he did a month later with a new deck, in a golden case, with autographed cards, and roughly $1000 in cards. After promtly beating the manager, employees and 3 good players, he got to me, he dared me to use goblins and I did, after watching him play howling mines, twice, and laying blue mana I understood his deck, 120 cards, blue and miling me from the start....unfortunately he was an idiot because goblins are cheap, need little mana and I knew how to beat a mil deck quickly...poor guy called me a poor sport after i beat him, then left after the owner showed up

Year 4: the sam hits the fan
Sam bought many cards on tab from the shop, all from different store employees with different names, they caught on and hit him with $600 bill, he reluctantly paid, and the store started watching him...2011, the year of infamy...magic grew less popular, wowtcg grew, other games grew, star wars, d&d, pathfinder......warhammer.....40k

It started. Like any other day, I entered the store with my little starter force of tau, hoping to learn how to play....the sam was there...waiting for me with his imperial guard mega horde asking to battle. I stood valiantly against the conscripts, my puny shots barely stopping him from bringing in another wave...stomping me into the dirt, fire warriors defending the jump units, drones, blocking their access to the crisis suit, my hq and elites jumped around, waiting for my kroot to reach range...desperately buying time, sacrificing my stealth suits, my lone crisis commander stood alone, backed by a paltry 20 kroot...i conceded and allowed him to laugh at me, really laugh at how bad I played, told me to stop trying, etc etc. Month later the shop closed its doors and moved...but even now you can call a bad player, an donkey-cave, poor sport rules lawyer in any group a SAM..and it is the worst insult you can give in our groups..

The infamous legend of sam, worst player in existance


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I know it isnt strictly 40k, but I thought it deserved a mention

More Sam.

I need more tales of this legend.

Not an epic rage story here, but my single most "defeated" moment was my very first game with the new GK codex.

I ran Nemesis Strike Force and had the majority of my 1850pt list trying to come in via Deep Strike on turn 1.

The very first thing that happened was BOTH of my Dreadknights mishapping in the most unlikely ridiculous ways (while given very safe positions to drop in), and then BOTH of them rolling instantly destroyed on the mishap table.

Yeah... that wasn't fun.

Sam and the blind draft shenanigans

One day I entered the hobby shop prepared for the new set blind draft, happy and naive I signed up, rolled my position and started playing, a dark mist lingered, but I ignored it. Several lucky picks by me, gave me a really good bant deck, exalted theme paved the way to victory, vigilance keeping watch..the dark feeling grew stronger with time, and in the shop finals I met my opponent. The monster smiled at me, his vile tentacles reaching for my hands to restrain me from...oh wait, his hand held out, and we shook for a good match. It started like any other match, except surrounded by every other player watching us play. Loudly talking about our cards before getting kicked out, finally silent we played, his naya deck growing more powerful by the turn, a suprise planeswalker threw me off, but not for long, boom, rafiq, the crowd oohs and aahs but alas, I am exiled, oblivioned, time and time again, backed into a corner I am left with a final solution, desperate counterspelling, left, right stacking, I counter his monsters, his planeswalker shredding my hp, getting closer to pop..I play a paladin, desperate defenders, and sam keeps coming, playing more creatures, another mythic beasty..,.wait, another one? My eyes pop into focus for the first time, he taps to attack and I stand, confident in my accusation, I point at him, and say, "your cheating".......dead silence

His eyes pop out, everyone too shocked to move, the store owner judge asks how I know, for certain, I start recounting his deck, his rares, too many, his commoms, playsets of them, and the final straw, 3 godsires, in one game, I ordered a count of his deck, 22 cards over what any player should have, he is told to explain himself, his tablemates, remember him in his bags, grabbing stuff, and he admits to maybe bringing cards with him...he is banned from the store for 2 weeks, and told that it was his first strike.

Sam and the missing pants (d&d)

New group in d&d, friends only run by super veteran dm who takes no bs...sam arrives and asks to join, ignoring my protests he agrees to add him as a fighter. Right away sam asks to be leader, we roll off and he wins, our first quest choice is to kill goblins, he denies, the second is to gather ore from a mountain also denied, our final choice is to investigate rumors of cult activity in a remote town in the mountains, he accepts and we begin a 2 week ride out there, a few boring montage scenes of us killing stuff, lifting weights, eating raw eggs and getting bulked up goes by and we all level up a few times...except sam, who failed attack rolls, failed to get into combat, and only helped when we were about to die...he was level 2 and somehow decked out in full plate, and holding a mithril sword...sensing all was not right. I asked to see our gold stash while in town to purchase more vials for poisons and potions. I was met with weird looks from dm, and sam handing me 20g calling it my allowance. I was suspicious...very suspicous. So began the rogues revenge, starting after hours at camp...i pull the dm aside and tell him i wish to steal sams pants, his plate ones. After rolling A perfect 20 i put my new pants on and fall asleep, dm scrubs full plate, and turns it into half plate, for both of us. Sam is not amused out of character. We awaken and he accuses me of stealing his armor, i use a bluff check and passed telling him i bought it....sam is angry.
So began the life nigel shinypants half plate rogue each time sam bought armor, i stole the pants, always reducing his ac and pissing him off, finally one week his character attacks me, and after passing easy checks I use my first move to throw liquid fire in his face and laughed as he died

Sam never played d&d again

I've never got very angry in a 40k game and done anything.

But I have had an opponent smash half his nicely painted army as he was putting it away after some bad luck on turn 1, before leaving the store. Thankfully he didn't get any of my models.

Didn't happen to me but guy I know. Just starts 40k not confident on painting skills yet so buys commission painted bloodthirster for nearly $200 (this was 3rd edition at the time). First game with it is tournament puts on table then meeting on tournie rules. Small kid comes in saws ooh what is that picks it up then drops it, shattering it on the ground. He got it in mail day prior, kids mother sees and shoos him out store, guy shaking with rage but nothing he can do, never got to use it and can't even see bits without growing furious.

I don't think I've been mad or angry because of the game, but more about people's actions I guess.

Was playing a 4 player 1500 point match with my three oldest friends, Orks and Demons vs Space Marines and Imperial Guard (me). We've all had some beers, gone to the bar for a break, and come back to resume drinking. We're all pretty social drinkers and have limits installed in our heads for when it's time to stop drinking beer and change to soda/water - save one friend of mine, my partner.

Game starts off well, we're holding the line blasting Orks apart while the Demon player goes for a more defensive/reserve heavy route with summoning. We basically murder the Ork player with little to no effort (his dice were terrible and my Wyverns were hungry :() but when the Demon player finally starts getting units on the board he goes absolutely apeshit with summoning. I mean this guy rolls well most of the time but this time it was silly good, I don't think he failed one test - and we had no psykers so...yeah.

Turn three I'm swarmed trying to deal with multiple FMC's that have appeared along with units of demons showing up all over my line. My partner has been steady drinking beer after beer this entire time and is starting to slur his words and the beginnings of whining start to show up. Eventually turn 4 is coming to a close and I'm trying to deal with the rest of the Orks, the Demons who I can't seem to recover from, and a flank that's now barren of support because my partner drunkenly charged his entire army into the middle of the fray and got annihilated.

So now he starts bitching about how unfair summoning lists are and how we can't win and how that the guy playing the Demons is playing cheese, yadda yadda yadda. Truthfully, I couldn't believe how well the Demon player was doing, he didn't even take a heavy summoning list - his dice rolls were just insane, one of those games I guess. And we're trying to politely ask our drunken friend to stop talking and just finish the round and he's just getting louder. So, I lose it, snapping at him to shut the feth up and stop complaining and if he didn't want to play anymore then to go do something else. That triggers a chain reaction for the other two players who basically say the same thing.

He still doesn't get it.

Basically the worst game of 40k I've ever played, with people that I would walk through fire for if asked. I was ashamed at my lack of patience but honestly, I couldn't take it anymore.

Angry? A few times.
The worst scenario was against this young "just started 40K" kiddo, who played with Tau, with some marine allies.

I remember him repeating constantly:
"No, you won't get any cover saves from that..."

...And he told me I'm obsessive, when I tried to correct him that units arriving in Drop Pods can NOT assault at the same turn they arrived in.

That day, I lost my cool, when I tried to clarify the rules for him, while he was being a prick, and a terrible sport in the table. His actions smelled slightly WAAC-ish anyway...

Good thing I'll never play with him ever again.

Yesterday.
My last game this year, bringing my Deathwing against some quickly-build CSM List.
Was a good friend of mine, so I didn't mind him changing the list a bit right before deployment. Or proxying 3 Chaos Bikers with meltas with 3 Stugs from FoW.
Things got serious though when my Land Raider nearly got killed in 1st turn (I went second).
I was a bit mad when my Drop Pod Ven Dread didn't manage to melta hit his Vindicator due to smoke and then promptly got chargedestroyed by his demon prince, doing nothing.
Well, at least he took out 50% of my termies in his 2nd turn shooting and me rolling 1's. And Belial with 3 other Terminators TH/SS managed to do exactly nothing to the Defiler in 3 turns of combat.
At least my brand new Fire Raptor saved the day, no? Nope, decided to come in Turn 3 and killed a total of 3 Cultists and a single noise marine before being multi meltaed to death from 3 Obliterators which also destroyed my Land raider. In melee.
The 3 cultists that killed the last remaining Terminator with Overwatch was bonkers though.
I was nearly tabled at the end of turn 4 and maybe had removed a total of 800 points from his rag-shack list.

Then TFG couldn't help telling my friend to bring some tissues the next time to dry my tears. At that stage I was so fething pissed I was about to go full Khorne on his ass.

@ Dylanj94

Need moar stories of Sam please!

Also, for everyone else - this Sam is giving other Sams a bad name! Don't judge Sams by that Sam please! xD

 Thairne wrote:
Yesterday.
My last game this year, bringing my Deathwing against some quickly-build CSM List.
Was a good friend of mine, so I didn't mind him changing the list a bit right before deployment. Or proxying 3 Chaos Bikers with meltas with 3 Stugs from FoW.
Things got serious though when my Land Raider nearly got killed in 1st turn (I went second).
I was a bit mad when my Drop Pod Ven Dread didn't manage to melta hit his Vindicator due to smoke and then promptly got chargedestroyed by his demon prince, doing nothing.
Well, at least he took out 50% of my termies in his 2nd turn shooting and me rolling 1's. And Belial with 3 other Terminators TH/SS managed to do exactly nothing to the Defiler in 3 turns of combat.
At least my brand new Fire Raptor saved the day, no? Nope, decided to come in Turn 3 and killed a total of 3 Cultists and a single noise marine before being multi meltaed to death from 3 Obliterators which also destroyed my Land raider. In melee.
The 3 cultists that killed the last remaining Terminator with Overwatch was bonkers though.
I was nearly tabled at the end of turn 4 and maybe had removed a total of 800 points from his rag-shack list.

Then TFG couldn't help telling my friend to bring some tissues the next time to dry my tears. At that stage I was so fething pissed I was about to go full Khorne on his ass.

Haha. We all have those sorts of days. The Chaos Gods favored your opponent!

Normally, that list you brought would have toasted the CSMs. I can totally feel your frustration.

 Dylanj94 wrote:

His eyes pop out, everyone too shocked to move, the store owner judge asks how I know, for certain, I start recounting his deck, his rares, too many, his commoms, playsets of them, and the final straw, 3 godsires, in one game, I ordered a count of his deck, 22 cards over what any player should have, he is told to explain himself, his tablemates, remember him in his bags, grabbing stuff, and he admits to maybe bringing cards with him...he is banned from the store for 2 weeks, and told that it was his first strike.

Sam and the missing pants (d&d)


So began the life nigel shinypants half plate rogue each time sam bought armor, i stole the pants, always reducing his ac and pissing him off, finally one week his character attacks me, and after passing easy checks I use my first move to throw liquid fire in his face and laughed as he died

Sam never played d&d again

Amazing. Just pure amazing.

 techsoldaten wrote:

 Thairne wrote:
Yesterday.
My last game this year, bringing my Deathwing against some quickly-build CSM List.
Was a good friend of mine, so I didn't mind him changing the list a bit right before deployment. Or proxying 3 Chaos Bikers with meltas with 3 Stugs from FoW.
Things got serious though when my Land Raider nearly got killed in 1st turn (I went second).
I was a bit mad when my Drop Pod Ven Dread didn't manage to melta hit his Vindicator due to smoke and then promptly got chargedestroyed by his demon prince, doing nothing.
Well, at least he took out 50% of my termies in his 2nd turn shooting and me rolling 1's. And Belial with 3 other Terminators TH/SS managed to do exactly nothing to the Defiler in 3 turns of combat.
At least my brand new Fire Raptor saved the day, no? Nope, decided to come in Turn 3 and killed a total of 3 Cultists and a single noise marine before being multi meltaed to death from 3 Obliterators which also destroyed my Land raider. In melee.
The 3 cultists that killed the last remaining Terminator with Overwatch was bonkers though.
I was nearly tabled at the end of turn 4 and maybe had removed a total of 800 points from his rag-shack list.

Then TFG couldn't help telling my friend to bring some tissues the next time to dry my tears. At that stage I was so fething pissed I was about to go full Khorne on his ass.

Haha. We all have those sorts of days. The Chaos Gods favored your opponent!

Normally, that list you brought would have toasted the CSMs. I can totally feel your frustration.

Well, next year is payday.
I've slightly altered the list (I just cannot reason with Banner of Fortitude anymore.. it is in no way better than a lvl 2 Psyker) but I fear he will have by the time then too... Soul Grinders, Demonettes, Daemon Factory, Noise Marines, Heldrakes. But it can't get worse, can it?
Please, tell me it can't get worse :(

Guess I'll have to use the Army List forum sometime again

One of the guys at my shop (a different army every other month guy) bought a Tau army. Normally that wouldn't bother me, except that I had been on an 8 month losing streak with my Tau, and he wins nonstop wiping out everyone he plays against by the start of his second turn. I played against him with my Tau and him using his Tau and he proceeded to destroy by the end of his turn one. I put all of my Tau in a box, took it to the Warhammer guy that works at our shop and sold it all for $100; I had put $900 into that army. He sold his Tau army two weeks later.

I can't speak for the angriest I've ever been, that's hard to say really. But two weeks ago I got fairly irritated.

I was playing against a new player, very new. He didn't have a handle on all the rules yet and some of his gameplay conceptions were on the flawed side. The biggest issue though was his general complaints throughout the game.

Look. If you're playing Chaos Space Marines have managed to pull together 1500pts but don't have any vehicles then it's your own damn problem. And you don't get to bitch when an Iron Hands player starts throwing drop pods and dreadnoughts at you.

That's just the game. He complained and eventually it started irritating the gak out of me.

New players need a little counseling. I dont think they realize that its their destiny to lose the first few games. This is how you learn. No one explains that to new players well enough.

Thats why some are gun shy about playing new guys. blowing them out isnt the goal but I'll tell you what. Tryng to lose to them can be daunting.

 Jancoran wrote:
New players need a little counseling. I dont think they realize that its their destiny to lose the first few games. This is how you learn. No one explains that to new players well enough.

Thats why some are gun shy about playing new guys. blowing them out isnt the goal but I'll tell you what. Tryng to lose to them can be daunting.

I wanted to play against him. The match was part of a campaign league and he was the only member of the chaos team I'd yet to play against. And I was curious to what school of thought and ideology he'd adopted having so recently joined the game. That raw, uninfluenced mindset is a hard thing to come by in anyone other than the newest players. 10 man squads of Chaos Marines without a transport packing a melt gun and a flamer? Havocs with mis-matched weapons? Huron *NOT* as a Warlord? These might not be good ideas but they're also things you never see otherwise. It felt like I was fighting a genuine war band. Not some former legionnaires that had maintained their training and discipline for the last ten thousand years but some band of astartes that had turned traitor with whatever little they had at hand.

But after playing against me he learned that he'd need tanks, specifically transports. When you get a Dreadnought, two tactical squads, and some sternguard all within rapid fire range by turn two it becomes abundantly apparent that mobility is an indispensable part of the game. I liken the experience on his part not just to my own when I was starting out but when you're a little kid getting a shot from the doctor. Sure it hurts but it makes you stronger.

I don't remember ever getting angry in a 40k game.

I've gotten angry about stuff regarding WH40k though. First time was when some of the Dakkites here described the Bloodtide thing in the Grey Knights Codex using excessively lavish descriptions of what was done to the Sisters. After reading the thread for a few hours and getting madder and madder, I ended up taking my metal Grey Knight Terminator that I painted while at a psychiatric hospital (with a very nice paintjob, too) and basically butchering it, both with red paint and a hobby drill.

Incidentally, some of the stuff in World of Warcraft has gotten me that angry. Only in that case, it was canon, not fans overexaggerating things. Like when the Draenei Priestesses were violated at Aldor Rise by the attacking Orcs, then had their throats cut before being thrown off the cliff. Or when the Orcs used captive Draenei in a cross-breeding program to create supersoldiers with the physical strength of a demon-infused Orc and the magical prowess of a Draenei. Or when the Iron Horde were murdering captured Draenei and Frostwolf Clan Orcs to use their souls to fuel a portal through which to launch an invasion. Or when the Bloodmaul Ogres in the Slag Mines murdered their underperforming slaves by throwing them into fire (that one I have to see happen again and again, every time I do that dungeon) and laughing about it. Or when the Shadowmoon Clan Orcs were murdering captured Draenei to use their souls and blood in rituals to summon an evil entity with which to destroy the primary Draenei temple. Yup, the current expansion has given me a lot of these little moments of burning rage that makes me wish there was a holodeck where I could tear them apart limb from limb, but nooo, I have to be satisfied with clicking little buttons to make the bad guys fall down.

 Pouncey wrote:
I don't remember ever getting angry in a 40k game.

I've gotten angry about stuff regarding WH40k though. First time was when some of the Dakkites here described the Bloodtide thing in the Grey Knights Codex using excessively lavish descriptions of what was done to the Sisters. After reading the thread for a few hours and getting madder and madder, I ended up taking my metal Grey Knight Terminator that I painted while at a psychiatric hospital (with a very nice paintjob, too) and basically butchering it, both with red paint and a hobby drill.

Incidentally, some of the stuff in World of Warcraft has gotten me that angry. Only in that case, it was canon, not fans overexaggerating things. Like when the Draenei Priestesses were violated at Aldor Rise by the attacking Orcs, then had their throats cut before being thrown off the cliff. Or when the Orcs used captive Draenei in a cross-breeding program to create supersoldiers with the physical strength of a demon-infused Orc and the magical prowess of a Draenei. Or when the Iron Horde were murdering captured Draenei and Frostwolf Clan Orcs to use their souls to fuel a portal through which to launch an invasion. Or when the Bloodmaul Ogres in the Slag Mines murdered their underperforming slaves by throwing them into fire (that one I have to see happen again and again, every time I do that dungeon) and laughing about it. Or when the Shadowmoon Clan Orcs were murdering captured Draenei to use their souls and blood in rituals to summon an evil entity with which to destroy the primary Draenei temple. Yup, the current expansion has given me a lot of these little moments of burning rage that makes me wish there was a holodeck where I could tear them apart limb from limb, but nooo, I have to be satisfied with clicking little buttons to make the bad guys fall down.

Oh my, I see WoW went the "George R.R. Martin route". Thanks Pouncey, I see now I have to get up-to-date with WoW's fluff, it's been a long time.

Recently found out that one of the people at my old gaming club has started Tyranids alongside DE and Raptors.

They are cheating as well, saying that Gaunts get a 2+ cover when conga lined to a Malanthrope (should be 5+) as well as increasing the Synapse range of the Malanthrope (not possible).

What annoys me the most is that his main opponent is my good friend, who has extensive knowledge of Tyranids due to the fact that they are my main army (before I moved places) and yet the person (Tyranid player) still insists they are right as they are the rules 'guru'. They also brags a lot saying their army would beat anyone else and that they have too many answers for each army (most likely list tailored to each army) when in actual fact, they disregard the fact that people have answers to their answers and if they went down, they are essentially, screwed. I'm fairly certain he only picked Tyranids up because of all the new stuff they got.

Worst thing is, they are good enough so that they doesn't have to cheat, yet still do.

What made me chuckle was when my good friend and I crafted a 2000 Daemon/Tyranid list with Aetaos' rau' keres and three Flyrants and their response was 'Grav Guns gg', without realising Aetaos doesn't have an armour save and they would have to snapshoot the Flyrants. They could only fluster about and say 'Destroyer weapon, 6 to wound, gg' despite the fact that Aetaos would more than likely destroy the offender. They were not a happy bunny

When i first started gaming the flgs i would go to had their gaming room in the back of the store and would prop the door open so we could step out to smoke or whatever, plus let some airflow happen. This was back when i was 13-15 mind you, but my modus operandi at the time was whenever i'd have a die that kept rolling like crap, I'd casually chuck it over my shoulder out the back door and into the wilderness like nothing had happened. Might be selective memory but i really cant recall getting super heated at any time... i might have been obnoxious though, the guys at the store never complained so i guess me 15 years ago wasnt too terrible

I'm guessing by page 4 nobody is going to read this, but the angriest I can remember being is at my first tournament (this was about 4 months ago. I've been playing since late 3rd edition). It was 750 points. I was playing Tau (the only army I have ever played actually) and got to the finals table. My opponent was playing Sisters of Battle (side note: he also happened to be a good friend of mine who played since 2nd edition, but has been to a lot more tournaments and is the kind of guy who plays very well without really being all that serious about the game just through amount of practice he's had).

I was feeling great going into it. My goal was just to end up average or better, and here I was at the finals! I knew I could beat this guy since I've played that match a lot (and have a fairly average W/L against his sisters), but it was going to be a grinder and I'd have to play smart.
Long story short: he got first turn. Top of 1: 1 exorcist blew up my 3+ cover save sky ray, the other hull pointed my 3+ cover save jinking devilfish. Bottom of 1: I do absolutely nothing useful and wait for reserves.
Top of 2: he wipes out the fire warrior squad that got spilled out of the fish and gets the giant celestine/sister blob closer. Bottom of 2: My 2 deep striking dual melta battlesuits come down. One scatters into the enemy and dies, the other gets a pen on one of his exorcists but then rolls a 1 on the damage table. I do nothing else useful.
Top of 3: his outflanking melta squad comes in and pops my other devilfish (with my warlord in it). Celestine charges my general's squad. A 11 man fire warrior squad does no overwatch wounds. He makes charge distance. I scoop.
Total score: I have 1 squad of fire warriors and an ethereal on the table which Celestine was about to charge into. I think I managed to kill a grand total of maybe 3 sisters. I wasn't mad at the loss. I was mad because literally everything that could go wrong went wrong (and honestly wining my first tournament would have been really cool).

After about 10 minutes into turn 1 I don't think I said a word that game. I pretty much put on my best deadpan face and went through the motions. Not a fun experience. Don't think tournaments will be a thing in my future. Although teaching the local "thinks he's the best player ever" guy, who decided to try Tyranids, that yes sky rays can fire all 6 missiles in one turn was enjoyable(2 flying hive tyrants. I had a sky ray and rolled the trait that gave the warlord's unit skyfire. So glad that finally did something).

I once kicked people out of my house. It sounds unreasonable, but:

1. Every game played before it was an exercise in exasperation because we had one rule book and the owner refused to let anyone else read it.

2. It was 2v2 so it was going to be a long game.

3. The opposing team was 3rd edition Necrons and 3rd edition Grey Knights so special rules abounded (Grey Knight player insisted that the vindicare had unlimited special ammunition and a special 8 inch tower terrain that needed to be used.)

4. Both players were "undefeated" and smug about it.

5. They put Nirvana on the stereo and had to crank it up to max levels.

6. Proceeded to sing off key with the stereo.

After 3 or 4 turns I told them to pack up and leave.


40k has been less than kind to my patience.

mrgarm13 wrote:
I once kicked people out of my house. It sounds unreasonable, but:

1. Every game played before it was an exercise in exasperation because we had one rule book and the owner refused to let anyone else read it.

2. It was 2v2 so it was going to be a long game.

3. The opposing team was 3rd edition Necrons and 3rd edition Grey Knights so special rules abounded (Grey Knight player insisted that the vindicare had unlimited special ammunition and a special 8 inch tower terrain that needed to be used.)

4. Both players were "undefeated" and smug about it.

5. They put Nirvana on the stereo and had to crank it up to max levels.

6. Proceeded to sing off key with the stereo.

After 3 or 4 turns I told them to pack up and leave.


40k has been less than kind to my patience.

Major weaksauce. Sounds like it may have been less the game and more the players. Even at Monopoly, those two sound like donkey-caves.

 jreilly89 wrote:

mrgarm13 wrote:
I once kicked people out of my house. It sounds unreasonable, but:

1. Every game played before it was an exercise in exasperation because we had one rule book and the owner refused to let anyone else read it.

2. It was 2v2 so it was going to be a long game.

3. The opposing team was 3rd edition Necrons and 3rd edition Grey Knights so special rules abounded (Grey Knight player insisted that the vindicare had unlimited special ammunition and a special 8 inch tower terrain that needed to be used.)

4. Both players were "undefeated" and smug about it.

5. They put Nirvana on the stereo and had to crank it up to max levels.

6. Proceeded to sing off key with the stereo.

After 3 or 4 turns I told them to pack up and leave.


40k has been less than kind to my patience.

Major weaksauce. Sounds like it may have been less the game and more the players. Even at Monopoly, those two sound like donkey-caves.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy 40k immensely. I play against an Ork player and the Chaos player and we have a good time. But things got complicated and now the Necron player and Grey Knight player can't be in the same room anymore.

So yes, raging idiocy.

750 point tournament? I've never heard of that before. We always play 1850 in tournaments.

I'm not usually a very angry person, but there was this one time when I was playing against a chaos player. Whenever he killed one of my models, he would throw it off the table and shout a chaos chant like "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!!". Eventually, I got so angry that I grabbed his lord of skulls model, threw it on the ground and stamped on it until it was in little pieces. I then left while the other guy stood there in a state of shock.

Once, way back in the old days of 2nd edition Wh40K, my opponent at the time, who was a generic Space Marine player suicide vortex bombed my Bloodthirster (yes, I'm not sure if that was in the rules, but, you know how things are). At that the red mist descended, and after picking myself off the ground, I picked up my Bloodthirster and threw it full force at him. Not a good day. I surrendered the game at that point as that daemon was worth hundreds of points back in the day and stomped home...

 cvtuttle wrote:
Only thing I have ever gotten angry about was the attitude of my opponent. Never about the game itself....

This. I had a game a few weeks ago where my opponent (a store regular at a new store to me) started cheating. Cheating. Come on. It's a fun game. Luckily other store regulars knew what he was like, and started calling him out for me, and listening out for his lies. It is meant to be fun, I you need to win so badly that you cheat, wrong game.

I have the time of my life if my opponent is cheerful and fun, however if they are moody and WAAC i generally get a bit frustrated. Although i've never actually gotten angry at the game itself or anything that has happened due to the dice gods thus far.

Toofast wrote:
750 point tournament? I've never heard of that before. We always play 1850 in tournaments.

It was an escalation thing. Over a month we had a 750, a 1000, then a 1250. Then there was a 1850 "nothing is restricted, bring your worst" brawl a couple weeks after that. I skipped out on the last big one. I don't own the models you need to compete at that kind of event (I need to get on buying that Tigershark with the big railguns...)

 dementedwombat wrote:
I'm guessing by page 4 nobody is going to read this, but the angriest I can remember being is at my first tournament (this was about 4 months ago. I've been playing since late 3rd edition). It was 750 points. I was playing Tau (the only army I have ever played actually) and got to the finals table. My opponent was playing Sisters of Battle (side note: he also happened to be a good friend of mine who played since 2nd edition, but has been to a lot more tournaments and is the kind of guy who plays very well without really being all that serious about the game just through amount of practice he's had).

I was feeling great going into it. My goal was just to end up average or better, and here I was at the finals! I knew I could beat this guy since I've played that match a lot (and have a fairly average W/L against his sisters), but it was going to be a grinder and I'd have to play smart.
Long story short: he got first turn. Top of 1: 1 exorcist blew up my 3+ cover save sky ray, the other hull pointed my 3+ cover save jinking devilfish. Bottom of 1: I do absolutely nothing useful and wait for reserves.
Top of 2: he wipes out the fire warrior squad that got spilled out of the fish and gets the giant celestine/sister blob closer. Bottom of 2: My 2 deep striking dual melta battlesuits come down. One scatters into the enemy and dies, the other gets a pen on one of his exorcists but then rolls a 1 on the damage table. I do nothing else useful.
Top of 3: his outflanking melta squad comes in and pops my other devilfish (with my warlord in it). Celestine charges my general's squad. A 11 man fire warrior squad does no overwatch wounds. He makes charge distance. I scoop.
Total score: I have 1 squad of fire warriors and an ethereal on the table which Celestine was about to charge into. I think I managed to kill a grand total of maybe 3 sisters. I wasn't mad at the loss. I was mad because literally everything that could go wrong went wrong (and honestly wining my first tournament would have been really cool).

After about 10 minutes into turn 1 I don't think I said a word that game. I pretty much put on my best deadpan face and went through the motions. Not a fun experience. Don't think tournaments will be a thing in my future. Although teaching the local "thinks he's the best player ever" guy, who decided to try Tyranids, that yes sky rays can fire all 6 missiles in one turn was enjoyable(2 flying hive tyrants. I had a sky ray and rolled the trait that gave the warlord's unit skyfire. So glad that finally did something).

I wouldn't dwell on that loss too much. While dice rolls obviously weren't in your favour, Sisters are brutal in lower point games.

Good to see the Tyranid player taken down a notch. Most people round my meta are jumping on the Nid bandwagon now, partly why I'm reluctant to play with mine these days..

Going to leave this here...

http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/626048.page

I'm not usually a very angry person, but there was this one time when I was playing against a chaos player. Whenever he killed one of my models, he would throw it off the table and shout a chaos chant like "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!!". Eventually, I got so angry that I grabbed his lord of skulls model, threw it on the ground and stamped on it until it was in little pieces. I then left while the other guy stood there in a state of shock.

He picked up your models and threw them around?!
Im not a violent person but that goes too far, my models are like babies to me. Anyone who did that would be in for a kicking.
Some crazy stuff in this thread

I was in a 1000 point game against a friend of mine and it was my CSM against his Guardsmen. My Terminator Chaos Lord had the Black Mace, had the MoN, and an escort of five completely decked-out Terminators. At around turn 2 or so, my Terminator and Chaos Lord successfully charged the enemy Warlord and unsurprisingly, he single-handedly slaughtered a good chunk of the Company Command. However, he had to pass a Toughness Test he could only fail on a 6 or be removed from play because of the Black Mace. Cue the Lord and everyone else but my Terminator Champ dropping dead.

After that, I became a Khornate

 dementedwombat wrote:

After about 10 minutes into turn 1 I don't think I said a word that game. I pretty much put on my best deadpan face and went through the motions. Not a fun experience. Don't think tournaments will be a thing in my future. Although teaching the local "thinks he's the best player ever" guy, who decided to try Tyranids, that yes sky rays can fire all 6 missiles in one turn was enjoyable(2 flying hive tyrants. I had a sky ray and rolled the trait that gave the warlord's unit skyfire. So glad that finally did something).

Yeah the first time you get close its kind of a bummer. I remember my "almost had it" tounament experience and I just was so sure I could do it. I turned the corner after that game and started actually winning them, but it took that super bowl loss so to speak to get me there so I kinda looked at it as a positive oer the years. It was just kind of the last tumbler that had t ofall into place mentally for me to really "see" the board better.

Play more of them. It gets a lot easier to handle as long as you're pretty much more jazzed about the games you're getting in than the result.


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 changerofways wrote:
Going to leave this here...

http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/626048.page

Kay now THAT is an angry action right there. Lol.

I had this same question at my last game. I seriously thought of just forfeiting and after the fact, REALLY wish I had. Im not going to end this post like you did the one above (I won't steal your thunder but this response was really good). But I thought "well... I seem damned if I do or don't" and I played it out and have indeed lived to regret doing it. Both of us would have been happier at the end of the day. I totally feel you. But yeah. you went all out...

When I was young I played golf with my dad. One game I got so angry after duffing a shot that I smashed the club into my bag, snapping the neck. I threw the broken club into the woods. On inspecting my bag further, I found that I had broken every club inside it too. In a furious teenage rage I promptly threw the bag into the nearest lake (phone, keys, wallet and all) and stormed off, leaving my Dad and two of his golfing buddies staring in disbelief. I then had to wait two hours in the pissing rain stood next to the locked car for them to finish their game. After which I had to go retrieve my bag and its contents.

I had anger issues back then, but thankfully I have never repeated such antics over a game of 40k - even when that-fething-donkey-cave-rule-lawyer-guy is ruining the game with niche rule interpretations completely against the spirit of the rule (my biggest current peeve) I now just lose interest and call them game asap and move on.

Never really got angry over a game, a couple of times felt an ass for probably sulking a bit too much when having one of those awful luck games but im normally fine.

Im just glad i never felt the need for pick games with strangers reading some of these stories.

My only real experience of this is in my local BB league, first league season, we had the best part of 15 players loads of enthusiasm from former players and new younger payers like myself, that soon got whittled down, a large part to the then commissioner failing to deal with one guy, a BB veteran who win or lose spoiled your evening.

If he was winning you just had to put up with him being a bit of an ass but if drawing or losing, he would get abusive, accidently chip(if metal) or break(if plastic) your models, either by throwing them about when they get knocked down or hurtling his dice hard straight. at them when rolling.

He also had a habit of cheating if you looked away from the table, normally if someone asked you about a rule.

So second season, the new Commissioner does an excellent job, volunteers to play him the first week, calls him on his "mistake" every time he "forgets"a rule, always in a way that favours him surprise surprise.

After 5 turns of this he starts being aggresive and abusive to our league commissioner, who has kept totally calm, almost crushing some of his figures as he quickly throws his own models into his case saying he will never return to this terrible gaming club.

Ever since our league is back to its best just with less players as the first season, hopefully he sticks to his claim to never return, never seen anything like it from a middle aged man.

i remember going to a tournament once where only 3 other guys showed up. This was upsetting as I had driven an hour and a half to get there.
We decided to play anywayI won one, lost one and my last game was a shoe in against a guy who I dont think had ever done very well and who had never been able to beat me. I was all but guaranteed 3rd place barring the dice gods cursing me. The TO and a few of the other guys wanted to call it after the 2nd game and my first thought was "NO!!!! NOT FAIR!!" Then I thought to myself, " ya know, this guy has never even placed. Worth it to see him win something just once so he can go home and celebrate with his GF".
I said sure, no problem and walked away feeling good even though i had lost.

I had a game just the other day and pointed out a rule that my opponent had forgotten. He said 'OK' and I put it down to him making a mistake.

He makes the same 'mistake' again and I start to think he's trying to lead me on but I still keep my cool. I remind him again and he says 'OK', with a definite sting in his voice.

Makes another 'mistake' of the same variety and once again, point it out to which point he says 'Stop being a Rules Nazi'.

That was a huge slap to the face. I asked him what makes me one of them and he says 'you're always pointing out rules that I'm forgetting'.

In response to that, I say, loud enough so the rest of the store can hear: 'So let me get this straight, I'm a Rules Nazi for trying to make sure that you're following the rules in the book and not cheating me?'

Entire store looked at our table and I quickly went over the scenario to which point the person in charge of the gaming club has a word with us both, asking me about the situation and having a more stern word with the other guy.

Dude was pretty quiet after that but kept rolling the dice near my models. However, the damage was done, I was raging inside. Finished the game rather quickly (beating him too, which made it better or worse, you decide) and vowed not to play him for a considerable length of time.

Sometimes, whenever I see 'don't hate the player, hate the game' I don't think the person behind that saying was an avid 40K player..people. Gah.

Hmm

The only time iv ever gotten completely off my rockers was when a friend of mine would use his special "rolling" technique to get the results he wanted on his dice.

He has since then knocked it off but now has the annoying habit of occasionally rolling behind buildings which get old quick.

Or roll while i or his opponent is distracted

Though the last two happens to the best of us some times so its not remotely irritating.

I introduced a friend to 40k he plays Blood Angels, at the time I played Dark Angels/Space Marines, this was mid way through 6th ed. I had just bought 2 landraiders and I was super excited to field them so I do, and while doing the "take turns setting up terrain" thing, he makes a divide in the map with buildings so narrow my Landraiders barely fit. I didn't notice, and when I did I was like pff, whatever I'm just gonna roll through. When the time comes he argues that I can't get through, and since I was also kind of new at the time I couldn't find a page in the BRB where it said you can just move through ruins so in' fine, i'll leave the landraiders there if it mean't so much to him. I was so pissed he did this to chunk a third of my army. Fine. I use my Chapter Master to drop a bombardment onto his Devastators, and wow I was so mad at what happened afterwards that I can hardly remember, I know there was a big stink about look out sir, and cover saves, I think he tried to claim a higher cover save because I wasn't in line of sight? (WHAAAT). I flanked an Auto cannon/las sponson Predator around my left side of the map, and I shot at some ASM, and Line of Sight was another ing annoying argument. Game ended, I won, but I was done with his gak after that. I'm known as a pretty cool dude at my LGS, and a few days later the owner brought up that he's never seen me so mad. I haven't played this friend willingly since then, once in a team game and that's it.

I think what makes me most mad is I SOLD him that Blood Angels army too, at a friendly discount and every game we played was just a mess of arguments, this was the last straw.

natpri771 wrote:
I'm not usually a very angry person, but there was this one time when I was playing against a chaos player. Whenever he killed one of my models, he would throw it off the table and shout a chaos chant like "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!!". Eventually, I got so angry that I grabbed his lord of skulls model, threw it on the ground and stamped on it until it was in little pieces. I then left while the other guy stood there in a state of shock.

Dude, the moment someone would pick up one my models to throw it off the table, there'd be blood. Ok, maybe not that dramatic but I have no idea how I'd react: I'm like Ratius, my models are my babies, I spend hours lovingly painting every single one of them, if someone did that to any of them I don't know how I'd react.

Accidents are one thing, that is just "berserk inducing".

I have had many bad moments in my career, but none that I over reacted about. One moment icluded me finding out that mega nobz do not have a 5+ Invul save, which 2 Ork players in my group swore to. Another was when I was playing with a new member of our group, and I ended up missing or not wounding anything an entire shooting phase, sigh. But I think the cherry on top for this was not done by me. 2 of my friends and I were doing a 2v1 3,000 points game. With my 1 friend playing crons, which he had really no idea how to. After a night of constant arguments and raised voices, he got the bright idea of kicking us out of his house. We later still played with him, but he was forbidden from hosting.

A killed a Man with a CHAOS SPACE MARINE!

(really? No.)

I take it back.

One time I was getting a bit frustrated, but it was because in at least 4-5 consecutive games, my mom's Honor Guard (5e, early to middle of Northern Hemisphere summer 2011) would stroll calmly across the board without a transport, weathering all the firepower I tossed their way, take maybe 1-2 casualties in the process, then calmly butcher one of my infantry units every turn until the game ended.

What I did about it was that I took a Battle Conclave in my first game after the WD dex came out.

The Battle Conclave and the Honor Guard unit met in the middle of the field, along with some Sisters Repentia, a Tactical Squad, Jacobus, and a Chapter Master.

First round of combat ended with the Chapter Master having to take something like 17-18 No Retreat! saves.


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 Desubot wrote:
Hmm

The only time iv ever gotten completely off my rockers was when a friend of mine would use his special "rolling" technique to get the results he wanted on his dice.

He has since then knocked it off but now has the annoying habit of occasionally rolling behind buildings which get old quick.

Or roll while i or his opponent is distracted

Though the last two happens to the best of us some times so its not remotely irritating.

I used to have a technique to roll to get the results I wanted. I could never use it in a game though, as it took a ton of concentration and any distraction makes it not work. For example, the distraction when you spend so long shaking the dice in your hand that you get anxiety from knowing your opponent knows you're trying to cheat.

I do have the annoying habit of preferring to use white dice for my melta weapons. It's annoying for me, because whenever I roll a single white GW die (say when firing a squad's meltagun at a tank) I almost invariably fail, usually with a 1. Re-roll? Nope, got another 1. Firing another squad's meltagun at it? Nope, another 1. Re-roll? Nope, 1. Third squad? Oooh, this time I got a 2, so no re-roll for me.

Edit: I have had non-40k games come to violence though. Twice. I'm not proud of either incident. Once was a game of mini-golf with friends where we were having one person play through a hole at a time. After a couple of people's turns, we turn to head back to the start for my turn, only to see that there were people standing there waiting for us to move to the next hole. So me, with my yet-undiagnosed social anxiety, wanted to just give myself the average of everyone else's score rather than go back and take my turn properly. Someone else wants to just give me the par for the course. The difference was one stroke. After about thirty seconds of petty bickering while anger builds within me, it erupts in an instant and I grab the friend I'm arguing with by the throat, tightly. After a couple of seconds, I realize what I'm doing, and release him. I then just stand there as he kicks my putter. We pretty much called it quits after that. (I wanted to continue, they didn't, so we left.)

Another was a Starcraft 1 game being played over the LAN between one of my friends and I. I think this was after I was diagnosed. Before the game, we agree to "No Rush 20" and "No Air" meaning that no one's allowed to attack each other for the first 20 minutes of the game (giving time to build up a base and amass an army) and also that no air units can be used (we usually make exceptions for flying "Detector" units which can reveal stealthed units, or else things like Dark Templar and Lurkers become excessively powerful and essentially have no counter). So 20 minutes of the game goes by without incident, and then about 30 seconds after we agree that combat can begin, what do I see rolling across the moat separating my base from the rest of the map, but a massive fleet of Protoss Carriers. I... just kinda exploded. I got up out of my chair, ran down two flights of stairs to where my friend was at the basement computer (and he was laughing as I arrived), and I guess as he sees the expression of rage on my face, he tries to tell me that it was actually my younger brother who'd been playing, but his words only registered in my brain a few moments after I slugged him in the arm (or maybe in the face - I don't really remember).

Sometimes I wonder why I don't seem to have any friends anymore in real life... then I remember stuff like this, and I don't wonder anymore. : (

Angry? No. Very frustrated? Yes. I am not good at playing 40k. But when I get absolutely crushed I don't like that. I get mad at myself mostly and the game to some extent for making some units clearly better than others by factors. But when I played one particular player that only played 'power' lists, it was very frustrating. I had zero fun after his first shooting attack with his 5th edition Necron bs.

I don't yell. I get stoic. I become fairly monotone and outwardly emotionless. I later learned that Necron player actually hated 40k. He would bring 'broken' power lists to the casual group to purposely crush people and try and force people to quit 40k. He never stated that openly though. I never played him after I learned that and thought he was a total arse.

As I was never an accomplished player back in my day as a 'Nids player I never expected to win, so I never got angry. Didn't hurt that the guys at my old FLGS (Slaughter House, Kileen TX, right outside Ft. Hood) were all great guys. I did one physically remove someone from my house over a game of D&D. He was a first time DM but a long time player. He agreed to let us play evil characters. I rolled up a baddass necromacer from the old Dragon magazine(I am a damned good optimiser). He then a few levels in to give his best friend an extremely OP magic item. Imagine a crossbow that shoots like a flamethrowing Tommy Gun. Safe to say the rest of us were unhappy. So we then take a break to eat and I cleverly mention to another player how terifying it is to fight a wraith at this level, knowing he was listining. For those who may not know a wraith is almost untouchable with weapons and anyone it kills becomes a wraith under it's control. Flash forward an hour or so further into the game he has us captured dues ex machina style and forced into a gladatorial arena without our magic items, save wonder-boy's magic flaming machine gun. Our first opponet? A wraith. So I cast Command Undead and take control of it. He is a little peeved. I then turn it loose on the crowd watching, It insta kills any peasant it touches, which then becomes another wraith that does the same cumulatively. He then looks at me and says, 'You feel all magic leave you." and his buddy, the aformentioned Wonder-Boy, starts shooting me with his fething crossbow. I stand up and tell them to get the **** out of my house, at which they start to ague with me. I then flipped the table, grabbed each from by the throat and removed them form the property. Looking back it makes me laugh but at the time I might very well have killed someone. And yes, I do have anger issues, among other things, but I have learned to handle things much better.

I played a game against my Dark Eldar friend, in a Tactical Objective mission, and he made 75% of his 5+ saves, whereas my rolls were terrible. I was not amused.

My brother killed my Dreadnought with a Multi-Melta that ddin't exist, so I swept his models off the table.

I had many moments of b***ardry as a child

9 armor saves on terminator assault squad
9 ones
opponent was passing his 5+ FNP like crazy
not fun
I did nothing except groaning as i was trying to suppress my frustrations