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BOSS_PIMPALOTZ wrote:Mainly I would agree

My Nephew still has a problem with losing hes 13 years old and can get qute arsey about not winning but my brother has brought him up with this winning is everything attitude even at civil things like snap yes SNAP

Well, dad sounds a bit off but as far as the kid; he's 13. I could cut him some slack, unless he was just completely losing the plot.

I only played at our LFGS a few times before I started noticing jerks. Luckily, I kept my mouth shut or I would have been the source for a lot of other people's awkward moments..

The "leader" of our group has a 4X6 table with folding legs he built himself (well, he bought the plywood and mounted some folding table legs he scavenged from the landfill he works at). He left it at the gaming store for other people to use since we only gathered once a month to play. The store owner was cool, he let us play all we wanted, but he never got around to carrying any GW stuff at all, we would buy comics here and there.

We would get there at opening and set up our table and the clicky people and Magic people would show up a few hours later. We closed the store sometimes, with Apocalypse. Sometimes we had two tables running, where we uses one of the store's extra tables.

The clicky guys would come in and look at our battle and say,"Awesome! 40K is the shiite, but I can't afford it and don't have the skill to paint like that. I build my armies for [insert obnoxious painted plastic craptastic clicky game]" Then they would start their game on the other side of the store and complain about those a-holes taking up so much room with 40K. Et tu, Dufus? (My thoughts were,"Dude, you don't build crap. You buy a box and open it, and bam, there's your army. We literally build our armies with glue and paint."

When I saw a late teenager have a hissy fit and literally throw his miniatures into his case and stalk off because a clickie tournament was canceled because someone forgot the game timer, I felt awkward. They had the tourney after he left, because the timer was to keep HIM in line. When he left, it was game on.

Then I saw a guy in his late 20's have a hissy fit when his dad came in to pick him up. "Son, it's time to go. We said you could stay here an hour, we have got to go home. Our shopping is done.""But Daaaad!"That happened more than once with a few guys..I ended up chatting with a customer about it at my work who was a gamer. We both agreed that guys like that were losers. Then his dad walked up and said,"Are you ready, son? We're done here, so we're ready to go to another mall." He said,"Okay. See you at the comic book store, sometime." Dang.

Brother Captain Andrecus wrote:Indeed. Where has chivalry gone to these days?

Lol.

Away, evidently.

grizgrin wrote:

Brother Captain Andrecus wrote:Indeed. Where has chivalry gone to these days?

Lol.

Away, evidently.

It would seem that it has indeed gone the way of the Squats.

Indeed. Where has chivalry gone to these days?

Chivalry's not dead. Just in a coma with severe internal bleeding.

wittzo wrote: We both agreed that guys like that were losers. Then his dad walked up and said,"Are you ready, son? We're done here, so we're ready to go to another mall." He said,"Okay. See you at the comic book store, sometime." Dang.

damn, that brought tears to my eyes...priceless!

Like the time in the old GW store a guy was commenting on how badly my buddies hands shook as he painted.. "damn Dude, were you dropped on your head as a baby or something?" To which my buddy replied "Why yes, yes I was..." [insert cricket sounds here] I said "Wow, I bet yo ufeel like a real Jackass now, huh?" That's me, always the Diplomat.

halonachos wrote:I was about 17 when I was playing a game against a chaos guy sporting nurgle. He was dominating my IG. I tried to keep my rules in check, but at one point I moved my leman russ, fired the battlecannon and rolled only one dice for scatter. I got a direct hit so I didn't think it mattered, but apparantly it did. The guy kept telling me that I was cheating and that I needed to reroll two dice and my scatter. I kept saying that it landed dead on anyways so why should it matter, but he kept calling me a cheater and telling me to reroll. I eventually rerolled and it scattered off, killing only one of his plague marines. He laughed and said "See, that's how it should've been", I was mad and kindly said "Screw you, you're an @$$ and I don't want to play anymore with you." He called me several words and told me that I was mad because I was cheating.

What?!? That guy was a jerk. We roll the scatter die by itself a lot of times to see if we need to bother rolling the d6's or keep from knocking over figures with the dice. If there's a direct hit on the arrow die, it's a direct hit. I would have taken a d6 and rolled it to make him happy, but the other two dice wouldn't have left the table.

We played with a guy that rolled all of his twin-linked "to hit" rolls together because that's what his friends did to save time. It makes sense, if you roll a d6 and it's a miss, you roll the die again if you roll 2d6 and one's a hit and the other's not, you assume the miss was the first roll. It's not hard to figure out, unless you're shooting a Predator with TL LC's and LC's on the side, then you need two red and two white dice to tell the shots apart.

I played once with a guy that kept rolling his dice without declaring what die went with what shot or armor save and we would have to correct him two or three times and make him re-roll every time.

wittzo wrote:I only played at our LFGS a few times before I started noticing jerks. Luckily, I kept my mouth shut or I would have been the source for a lot of other people's awkward moments..

The "leader" of our group has a 4X6 table with folding legs he built himself (well, he bought the plywood and mounted some folding table legs he scavenged from the landfill he works at). He left it at the gaming store for other people to use since we only gathered once a month to play. The store owner was cool, he let us play all we wanted, but he never got around to carrying any GW stuff at all, we would buy comics here and there.

We would get there at opening and set up our table and the clicky people and Magic people would show up a few hours later. We closed the store sometimes, with Apocalypse. Sometimes we had two tables running, where we uses one of the store's extra tables.

The clicky guys would come in and look at our battle and say,"Awesome! 40K is the shiite, but I can't afford it and don't have the skill to paint like that. I build my armies for [insert obnoxious painted plastic craptastic clicky game]" Then they would start their game on the other side of the store and complain about those a-holes taking up so much room with 40K. Et tu, Dufus? (My thoughts were,"Dude, you don't build crap. You buy a box and open it, and bam, there's your army. We literally build our armies with glue and paint."

When I saw a late teenager have a hissy fit and literally throw his miniatures into his case and stalk off because a clickie tournament was canceled because someone forgot the game timer, I felt awkward. They had the tourney after he left, because the timer was to keep HIM in line. When he left, it was game on.

Then I saw a guy in his late 20's have a hissy fit when his dad came in to pick him up. "Son, it's time to go. We said you could stay here an hour, we have got to go home. Our shopping is done.""But Daaaad!"That happened more than once with a few guys..I ended up chatting with a customer about it at my work who was a gamer. We both agreed that guys like that were losers. Then his dad walked up and said,"Are you ready, son? We're done here, so we're ready to go to another mall." He said,"Okay. See you at the comic book store, sometime." Dang.

While I certainly agree that people shouldn't be two-faced, could you get off of your elitist high horse just because someone else enjoys a different hobby than you? Our hobby is not better because we spend more money on it, assemble and paint our own miniatures. It's just different, imagine that.

As for mocking people that've taken the pipe from life, perhaps it's deserved, but without knowing the whys of it I'm not going to assume someone's a deliberate feth up. One of my best friends lost his job and had to move back in with his parents, lost his car too and has to depend on them and us to get him to games and to his new job and wherever else. So really, if you don't know the why to it, try not to mock someone else. Though I've certainly been guilty of it myself at times.

But yes, just had to say that, and back to the hilarious horror stories!

Nurgleboy77 wrote:Hmm... played plenty of "kids" (Big and little) and have enjoyed some and hated some.

My most akward gaming moment was at the Chicago GT in 2005. It was my first big tourney and I had fun (whilst getting it handed to me for 2 days!).

At one point I was playing a guy and had to take an "All on his own" check. Now, at my FLGS we have a running gag that we sing a bit of "All By Myself" when rolling for this. It's just kinda habit....halfway through my solo I realize I'm in a room of 200 or so gamers I don't know, singing forlorn 80s love songs to my opponent (loudly!)!

I took a hiatus from 40K, but I played with my sons when they stopped trying to eat the miniatures, so I was used to entertaining wee folk. I started playing at our FLGS and people would laugh when it was my turn. I kept making vroom, vroom noises when I moved my Ravenwing and my tanks. My group was used to it, they played at my house. The most embarrassing time was when I was at an all you could eat buffet and I realized that it was one of the servers laughing at me. I was making steam shovel noises as I loaded his plate, thinking he was next to me.

Went out on a date with a single mom once. When our food arrived, she started cutting my steak up for me, then realized what she was doing. I thought it was hysterical and sweet if a bit absent minded, she was mortified.

Neconilis wrote:

wittzo wrote:

While I certainly agree that people shouldn't be two-faced, could you get off of your elitist high horse just because someone else enjoys a different hobby than you? Our hobby is not better because we spend more money on it, assemble and paint our own miniatures. It's just different, imagine that.

As for mocking people that've taken the pipe from life, perhaps it's deserved, but without knowing the whys of it I'm not going to assume someone's a deliberate feth up. One of my best friends lost his job and had to move back in with his parents, lost his car too and has to depend on them and us to get him to games and to his new job and wherever else. So really, if you don't know the why to it, try not to mock someone else. Though I've certainly been guilty of it myself at times.

But yes, just had to say that, and back to the hilarious horror stories!

I'm sorry, did I forget to mention that it was the same guy complementing 40K that bitched about us taking up so much room? He then he asked us if he could borrow my friend's 4X6 table when we were done. We said, sure. He didn't realize that it was physically our table and not the store's.

The guys I'm mocking I observed did this week after week, they weren't on hard times, they were acting like spoiled brats in public when they were old enough to act better, I thought that was what this thread was about? I don't care who they are, but a normal person doesn't stomp their feet at their parents after the age of five. I wasn't mocking them for not having a car, I was mocking grown "men" acting like five year olds in front of their peers. If I were not as Asgardian under Loggia, I would be sorry for the confusion I caused.

generalgrog wrote:

djphranq wrote:

stonefox wrote:Then a girl walked in.

This can be awkward, annoying, or awesome depending on the situation.

Or scary... if she's a 300 pound goth girl.

GG

Or a 300 pound wife. Ugh. Memories...

I got off really early at the plant one day and my (soon to be ex) wife was all hormonal from having twins and stuff. I decided to stop in at my FLGS on the way home. I was there for literally 5 minutes when she pulled up, slammed on the brakes in front of the store and stomped in and yelled at me to get my ass home to help with the boys. Teh store owner even vouched for me saying I was there for five minutes. She gave him a "Go to Hell" look and he backed up behind the counter. How the heck did she know I was off early and how the heck did she know I was there? Luckily it was just me and the store owner. He told me later that he had never seen anything like it in his life. On game days, a lot of guys would get calls at the store from their SO's and he would tell them that Joe wasn't there. When they hang up, he would yell,"Joe, your wife is looking for you. I told her you weren't here."

JohnHwangDD wrote:

chromedog wrote:Last time I played an 11-13 year old it ended in tears.

Man, that brings back memories.

When I was back in Michigan, we had one great little kid who was an absolute pleasure to interact with. Really nice.

Now I remember... I was walking to the back of our FLGS where we were playing a 40K tourney and I saw the most perfect ass I've ever seen on a girl (not that I've checked out guys on purpose, that's another awkward moment, doh!) So anyway, she turned around and it was my first DM's daughter. I remembered when she was in diapers and I felt the years pile on. I started talking to her and asked where she was going to school, and she was going to my old high school. I said,"Wow! I graduated there in '88." She said,"I was born in '88." Ugh. Then a dude that just stomped me into the ground in the tourney turned around and said,"Hey, Mr. Witt, I was born in '88, too!" Ugh Ugh.

Now your avatar makes sense, wittzo. Clever.

Grandmaster wrote:

This hobby does attract a lot of people who struggle to function in normal society!

I gave up teaching some guys the game because they start playing with my miniatures like they're toy soldiers, slamming them together. My kids and most of my friends kids ask before they touch and they treat them gingerly.

They are my best friend from high school's sons, 24 and 16. I knew it was going to be bad when they found my sons' Star Wars figures and put them on the table to play with..Lord forbid if they get ahold of the Lego guns. I was stuck with them, their mom dropped them off at the mall for me to pick them up before I could make up an excuse. Kids today...

artyboy wrote:
Another time I was playing an IG guy. I was wearing a long sleeved shirt and was picking up some dead burna boys that were in combat with a sentinel. My shirt caught the gun of the sentinel and it ended up hitting the floor. It was well painted, too :(.

I built my gaming table making sure my belly wouldn't sweep any more of my friend's miniatures to their doom. Dang Sentinels don't bounce well off of concrete..


We were playing at the FLGS one time. We didn't have enough room for our reserves, I had my Ravenwing Bike Squad in a lid of a box, next to the door where I thought they would be safe from passersby. The asst mgr of the store suddenly rushed to the door and leaned out to see if the pizza arrived. As he leaned out, his shoe swept my bike squad and broke two of the guys apart at the torso and the handlebar parts and bolters go flying. I tried my best to put him at ease, it's just paint and plastic and easy to fix. It was foolish on my part. We figured out a much safer location. It took less than five to glue them back together. I reminded him he could still play with us, if he was interested.

Deathklaat wrote:My gaming group had it's first Apoc game recently and 2vs3 and while there were some bumps in the coordinating everything started off fine. Untill the 3rd player showed up, without his list or his codex. This game was organized more than a MONTH in advance.

Trying to speed the game up we started to resolve shooting based on which opponent army we were shooting at instead of having each person on a team of 3 go one at a time. while my other teamate and i are resolving shooting, our 3rd teammate (player from first line) is making shooting noises for a good 5-10 min.

The first Apoc game I hosted at my house didn't go too well for me. I built leaves at the ends of my table so it's now 4X8, we're working on some leaves to put on top to make it 6X8 or 8X10, but at the time we played 4 X 8 diagonally. I had 3000 pts of Orks and my partner had 3000 pts of Tau. It's hard to place 3000 points of Orks in a tight corner as it was, his tanks were taking up a lot of room and they were haphazardly set up. I bought and built shelving units for the guys' army cases and stuff to keep them out of the way. I thought my partner's Tau were deployed, so I put my Orks wherever I could fit them. It turned out that he was too lazy to put his tau ships on the shelves until it was his turn to deploy, so he just plopped them on the table in our zone. It made it hard for me to figure out where to put my stuff and space it and check LOS from my deployment zone. Communication is a key, but he does it to everyone he's partnered with and everyone else gives him both barrels about it. It's very diheartening when the 10" pie plate lands on your Green Tide and kills half of them, especially if you had a chance to space them out so it wouldn't have hit half as many if you had the room for it. Phantom skimmers were deployed on either side, we ran out of time before I could correct it.

Nurgleboy77 wrote:
Like the time in the old GW store a guy was commenting on how badly my buddies hands shook as he painted.. "damn Dude, were you dropped on your head as a baby or something?" To which my buddy replied "Why yes, yes I was..." [insert cricket sounds here] I said "Wow, I bet yo ufeel like a real Jackass now, huh?" That's me, always the Diplomat.

One day I came in to the store I worked at wearing a suit, I had to sign some paperwork for a non-sick day. The store mgr and a couple other guys were huddled around. My asst. mgr. said,"Look at you, you coming home from a funeral?" with a big grin on his face. I said,"Actually, yes. My wife's grandfather's. I have to fill in the request off for his funeral."

One of my buddies hands shook really bad from being an alky. He was actually in better health than I was, but we made fun of each other all the time because he was ten years older than me. One day I saw something neat and I couldn't resist showing it to him. It was one of those squiggle pens. I told him he needed that so the pen would cancel out his hands shaking so it would clear up his writing. Friends can be pretty awesome..

He broke up our D&D group by drinking too much at games and telling the DM's wife to get out of their own houseafter he found out his wife cheated on him with our DM. Two marriages killed with one shot.

By the way, I didn't mean to hog this thread, I just found a lot of comments that I could reply to.

If I upset the cart, I truly am sorry.

non-warhammer story - long:

In high school I played sports and after practice I had to wait for one of my parents to pick me up on their way home from work. Well there were a lot of people who played vampire the masquerade in my school and I would go and hang out with them. My school allowed the vampires to take over an entire wing after hours. I feel at this moment that many of these people lived and breathed this game; faces paled with makeup, fake expensive fangs, some dressed in 18th century attire, lots of trench coats, etc. Well, my friend and I go and hang out with them and are often incorporated into the game, mostly as hapless human as a walking talking background or something the vamps to stalk and prey upon. I know it seemed like a raw deal for me, but it allowed me hang out and make small talk with people, plus they had punch and cookies. (I'm probably not the only person ever lured into the dark places with the offer of cookies and punch)

I would like to point out that I really didn’t and still don’t know much about the game. Only that the confrontations between players (fighting) are determined by rock, paper, scissors; as a human I didn’t get any kind of save against a vamp, they would just kill me whenever I was alone and I would immediately respawn as another hapless human, they didn’t attack if I was in a crowd so I just hung out in the bar/English classroom with the group. A big part of the game was character development and social networking, so there was a lot of conversing in character – but I was a normal human living in the modern times so it was just basically just small talk for me. The game was controlled by some wandering arbitrators who would explain to the players what all the non-player characters where doing.

Apparently there was the new ruling that all servant characters must be played by real people, you couldn’t use imagery ghoul servants in the game anymore. This led to a run on hapless wander-ins like my friend and myself. One vamp that modeled himself as a James Bond villain/corporate mastermind character snatched us up and made us his ghoul henchman, my friend was Mister Pink and I was Mister Blue. Our Master was one of the serious players wore a business suit and tie, and had a stuffed toy cat which he would stroke while giving us directions like a cliché villain. Anyway this was apparently important day for him as he was attempting some evil villain thing with bunch of human villains/fat cats that had no idea he was a vampire. He had an arbitrator and a classroom as his business office all to himself as he was making some major moves in the game.

He showed us how to shoot people, put your fingers at someone and say "mental-physical challenge I am shooting you" – then you play rock, paper, scissors. While he was doing his meeting thing, Mr. Pink and I wandered around to establish our presence in the game. We walk into an alley where an arbitrator tells us that there is a homeless woman pushing a shopping cart. I look at Mr. Pink and recommend we do something nice for our master.

So our master’s board meeting is interrupted by two ghouls entering the room and proudly declaring, “Master we brought you’re your dinner” while pushing a shopping cart carrying an unconscious woman. He turned pale, well paler, and order us to get out, take the woman with us and guard the door to his building to get us out of his hair and prevent further interruptions; his exact words where “kill anyone who tries to enter”. The two arbitrators are struggling not to burst with laughter. Apperently a big part of the game is to conceal the reality of vampires from the public.

We send the cart and woman down the street with a hearty push and take up our post guarding our masters building. So Mr. Pink and I are standing by the door for a few minutes before I start to get bored. I look over to Mr. Pink and start the following script:
Scene 1
Me/Mr. Blue: “ Did you just try to get in?”
Mr. Pink: “Uh….What?”
Mr. Blue: “Mental- Physical challenge, I am shooting you.”
Mr. Blue guns down Mr. Pink

Scene 2
Door to crowded boardroom opens Mr. Blue carries the slack body of My Pink in an underarm carry into the boardroom.
Mr. Blue in obvious duress: “Master! Mr. Pink try to enter the door and I had to kill him!”

To this day I don’t the full measure of damage I did to this poor guys game, all I know is after that day no one has asked my friend or I to play as one of their servants. I really can’t express to you how discomforted our master was by our antics. It was kind of weird watching him being embarrassed in front of a room of imagery businessmen. He really lived his character.

That is just SO full of hate. I love it!

It ain't easy being an imaginary vampire CEO.

That's why they get paid the big bucks.

grizgrin wrote:That is just SO full of hate. I love it!

I have another one not as funny though:

I picked up a little more of the rules and now know basic functions like combat and defense. I tell an arbitrator that I want to be a human thug he takes 10 seconds to scribble some stats form me on a card – I don’t know what the numbers mean, but I am armed with a lead pipe. My goal is assault and rob, its pay back time. I walking behind a vamp and take a swing at his skull with the pipe and he goes down like a sack of heavy stuff. Two more unnecessary hits to his head and a kick to his spine later and I am helping myself the contents of his wallet – I left him unconscious in the alley. One thing in the game is that characters are not immediately recognizable as what they really are; someone could be a vampire, werewolf, ghoul, or something else. It was speculated at the time that there was a secret agenda to the attack due to typical cloak and dagger nature of the game. No one would ever imagine a “player” choosing to be human, let alone picking fights with vampires and pummeling them for pocket change. But, I was just playing my character as an overly aggressive mugger who was completely ignorant of vampires.

My initial luck was amazing I smack one vamp in the face and chased him into an alley, he escaped by using some stealth technique and I wander off looking for more victims. I spent a good amount of time hunting vamps, they used they stealth skills or speed skills to evade me. Everyone in the game was either running or hiding from me. One vampire (first victim) tried to ambush me and got a pipe to the teeth for the effort. He ran away and I chased after him into a vampire bar/English class. I begin a royal beat down on the poor schmuck in a room full of vampires. One of them had a sniffing power or something and asked me what I was, I replied human, and continued to give my victim a taste of pipe. At which point I was dog piled by half a dozen vampires one had a nasty power which melted my face so the majority of my skin that used to be on my skull now rested on my shoulders like the floppy jowls of a bull dog. They finish up by beating me to death.

It does not end there, however, one vampire who witnessed this scene belong to a disease ugly vampire sect that is outcast from the other pretty vampires. He dragged my corpse into the sewer and turned me into a vampire. Leaving a mound of dead rats for me when I waken he leaves. My character now belongs to the rotting vampire group in addition to having a melted face. My character arises drains the rats and pulls out a piece of expose pipe. What’s worst than getting hit in the face with a lead pipe? Getting hit in the face with a lead pipe that was pulled out of the sewer powered by the enhanced strength of a vampire.

This is hilarious. I can't say I've heard of people doing anything like this vampire game before. It sounds neat, in a strange way.

Pipe swung by human? Bonk. Ex-sewer pipe swung by vampire? Bonk! Ewwww.

I can't make fun though, I'm a Dagorhir fighter myself. Less of the roleplay, more of the fighting. Actually very little roleplay, and lots of fighting. It's like the SCA, but you don't need to wear full plate armor to avoid broken limbs.

My most awkward Dagorhir moment was when an archer shot an arrow at me and tried to call a hit on my arm when all she hit was the flowing sleeve of my tunic about a foot above my arm (I was in the middle of cleaving some poor Florentine-style guy in twain). Me and the people around me, even a couple of the people on her team, said 'No, you didn't hit, that was a foot over his arm' so she got pissed and shot at nobody but me for nearly five minutes in the big melee until she finally scored a hit on my left hand. Seeing I couldn't use my red (two-handed) sword anymore, she yelled 'Ha ha' and started drawing an arrow to shoot someone else. I dropped my sword, picked up a javelin, yelled 'OY!' and when she turned to look I pinned her right in the face at about 15 feet. What did I say afterward?
'Ha ha.'

umm... is the statement above larping? im confused.

I think so... i hope or thats one messed up day in town

Oh I used to Vampire Larp quite often as a 18th century Russian Vampire called Jonas Korbrovorski I had ghouls bitches the works it was quite cool well as cool as it could get for a lonely girlfriendless 18 year old Student with too much time to kill.

We had quite a simliar Human/Vampire incident where a unfortunate human was used as bait by a rather irrate bunch of Lycanthropes turns out one of our guys a bloody Ventrue had been flexing his blue blood muscle by pissing off Werewolves left right and center and that night the said pack of doggies decided to take their revenge.

So we're all doing our bit when doors burst open human stumbles in with a dragonbreath equpt rifle ref calls time freeze and explains whats going on and gives us 10mins to formulate a response well my character decides "oooooooo free meal" and runs to decapitate the foolish human

Little do I know hes really a Werewolf "cheers ref" he Chrinos forms out on me and proceeds to rip and tear my Vampire into a Topor state it took 3 Whips 2 Primogens and a Prince to stop the beasts rampage he ripped through me 4 other vamps 2 ghouls and a innocent bystander.

Rather amusingly the ref goes "the battle spills out into the street" but its 2am noones about (as my vamp is bleeding his vitals out all over the shop) I say to the ref "Yea but people are gonna notice a large animal standing up right using everything at his disposal to smash everyones head in" the ref replies "shut up your on deaths door" good point the werewolf grabbed one vamp and smashed his head through a car engine block all in all a very amusing night I loved LARP.

alas growing up hmmmm cant get away with it now....

wittzo wrote:Now I remember... I was walking to the back of our FLGS where we were playing a 40K tourney and I saw the most perfect ass I've ever seen on a girl (not that I've checked out guys on purpose, that's another awkward moment, doh!) So anyway, she turned around and it was my first DM's daughter. I remembered when she was in diapers and I felt the years pile on. I started talking to her and asked where she was going to school, and she was going to my old high school. I said,"Wow! I graduated there in '88." She said,"I was born in '88." Ugh. Then a dude that just stomped me into the ground in the tourney turned around and said,"Hey, Mr. Witt, I was born in '88, too!" Ugh Ugh.

When I was at college we used to game at a local store owned by one of my friends mum (Sarah was her name, her mum was called Linda, she recently passed away, and will be much missed by her family and friends) Anyway, her other daughter (Jo) was about 10, all knees and elbows, but a good kid and keen to be involved in the gaming....

Few years ago I got back intouch with Sarah and we met up and as Jo is now at Derby University up the road she tagged along.....

She is a genuine stunner.... but it freaked me out cause all I could see was the geeky 10 year old "Kid sister" behind the 20+ year old stunners face and body..... messed with my head I can tell you!

@Wittzo and Druidic: Gaming events can be a pretty good equalizer for different age groups. Maybe because it brings out the child in us all, maybe because it is less about what you do with your "normal" life, and more about what you do with the hobby. It does give me a bit of a strangely mixed feeling of "awww, that's so cute" and "my god, I'm getting old and Alzheimers" when I get beaten by opponents that are younger than my models. But that age equalizer effect also makes it a bit risky to flirt with people at gaming occasions. Last time I hooked up with someone at a larp event, it later turned out that one of the defining moments of my student years, (namely when Curt Cobain shot himself in -94), happened while he was still in diapers. That felt really awkward.

I used to LARP vampire some years ago…. Actually, MANY years ago … I was a bad ass, good in a fight, aggressive, nasty piece of work with some good connections. I was starting a move for prince when I got my chest mostly ripped out in a werewolf attack. A buddy of mine stitched me back up and I thought nothing much more off it, until I finally made my move, and he detonated the bomb he’d implanted next to my heart! I was FURIOUS! I seriously was just about to loose it, but thankfully I stopped for a moment, and saw past the “Angst” and work I’d put in to the character and the double dealing I’d been doing, and just laughed!

One of my best mates had completely stitched me up a right kipper, and as I’d been so engrossed with my dodgy dealing I’d missed it (and other things) and had been being a right ass about stuff for the better part of a few months… I realised at that point the game had gone too far, I’d got too sucked in, I was FAR to emotionally and psychologically invested and it was messing with my head, so I walked away!

It was beautifully done, I couldn’t argue with it, and once I had five minutes to chill out I actually thanked him, he sort of freed me from a character and game which was affecting my real life in some very negative ways. The very unreal pressure of what I was up to was actually mentally taking over and stopping me enjoying my life let alone the game! I was totally immersed! I learnt from it and don’t get that involved in a game any more… it’s a game and nothing more!