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I cringe when I saw someone toss a landraider crusader because it wasn't performing well. Not in the garbage just heaved it across the room. I wasn't the one playing him but I still had to check the impulse to dolphin dive to try and save the model. I would love to have a crusader someday but other things come first. Makes me sad when I see people treating expensive models like garbage.

There's a guy at one of the semi-local stores to our group of friends. We've played in 3 tournaments at the store and, in two of those three, two of my friends have had to play the same guy.

We've given him the nickname of Captain Cheesedick, which has become our podcast's equivalent of the TFG trope. It's amazing that he's the one jackass in all of the people we've met at this store.

 warhawkstriker wrote:
I'll admit that I have had some tfg moments myself. Partly because since I'm type 1 diabetic, my glucose levels can have an effect on me. There have been times that I argue the tiniest detail with my friends before I realized it. I'll just excuse myself and either take some insulin or eat a snack.

Type 1.5 here (always the damned exception over here). I can attest that blood sugar does indeed effect mood. Unfortunately, I'm happiest when I'm running around 190-210 (normal is 80-120 if you are unaware). I actually start to get irritable when above 250 or below 90. Around the 70 mark I get giddy and extremely hungry.

I've had my share of TFG moments as well. I've actually scooped on turn 2 before my opponent had taken his 2nd. I whine A LOT about my terrible rolls and often follow up on how my space-elf-clowns had decided to load their weapons with glitter and crayons. During games where I am losing/failing in every way possible (read: every game), I'll often lose interest in the game and just go through the motions till it is over -_-'. Sometimes I'll make like my units are fleeing the game. When they reach the edge of the table I scoop them. My opponent usually complains about this despite me saying he can have a KP for it (I don't do this until I'm certain victory is impossible). What I do while my opponent is going is usually try to figure out where my "plan" had gone downhill and complain about codex creep. I'll occasionally get in arguments about statistics as well. One encounter was that rolling 2d6 and discarding the lowest when firing a twin-linked bright lance had the same chances of hitting as re-rolling the 1 die. These discussions usually end with me simply dropping the subject due to various reasons (usually their refusal to do anything that is not expressly described in the rules).

Was in a FLGS today getting some new Chaos stuff, the owner of the store was playing against this rather overweight guy who was probably in his late 20's. The guy was screaming and yelling about how the owner just took out apparently 300pts of his Guardsmen with a force of Forgefiends, dropping the f-bomb and talking about how horrible his luck is. He quit right there then slammed his own defiler on the ground, shattering it. The owner was basically telling him to calm down.

I lol'd and pretended to not be watching by reading the 6th ed CSM codex.

 Alfndrate wrote:

 Tyriion wrote:
I have witnessed, and experienced people quitting/forfeiting due to them losing. I think this is pathetic. My BA Friend was playing I think Tau (the tau player was about 15) and due to his Hammerhead being obliterated. He got extremely upset, and immediately started to pack up his models...

Sometimes there is nothing to do but forfeit the game. I was giving Malifaux demos last Friday, and I had a kid that couldn't have been more than like... 12 play a guy that was in his 40s maybe even his 50s. The first game they played was Viktorias (kid) vs. Lady Justice (older gentleman). By the end of turn 3 the Viks player had all but wiped out the Lady Justice crew. He said, "The game's yours young man." they shook, the kid had a gak-eating grin on his face, and then they decided to try my Dreamer/Lord Chompy Bits (kid) and Pandora (older gentleman). This time the exact opposite was true, and the dreamer had 1 model on the table no where near able to defend against Pandora's pinging death, the kid didn't forfeit, but when they both realized that the kid couldn't win because he couldn't prevent the older gentleman from getting his strategy and schemes completed, they called it on turn 4.

I mean forfeiting when you're losing because you're losing and having a bad time, forfeiting when you've been crippled, and realize that you're just dragging out the inevitable and wasting both players' time, then yes, it's okay to forfeit.

That's conceding, not forfeiting. Conceding the game when you cannot win, nor even draw, is quite sporting. If your opponent is hell-bent on crushing you into the dust, then THAT isn't particularly sporting.
Forfeiting is not playing the game to start with or giving up before the first turn.

Concession is a valid result. Like resignation in Chess (it signifies that you have won, and I cannot stop this, so there is little point to prolonging it.)

Friend of mine runs a DA list that naturally includes a gak ton of Deathwing. We took his army to the nearest FLGS once he'd gotten a couple lists together to try out, and I was going along for moral support.

Local place is divided into two parts; the store and the game room. Naturally, we go through the store, chatting it up with the owner and the other guy working (we'd known them for years). There were several people in the store part that were there for the 40k day and they, oddly, didn't want to talk to us.

So, we head back to the game tables and start setting up (my friend drew a Necron player). We meet the guy, shake hands, and he asks what I'm doing and that if I'm not playing I'll need to be quiet. Odd. So the game begins.

Two turns later, my friend has this guy nearly tabled. Now, granted the rolling on the guy's end was horrid, I think he missed every save. But this cat starts bitching and complaining, calling my friend all sorts of nastiness. So, being the lighthearted guy he is, my friend offers a rematch. Guy tells him to go feth himself and grabs up my buddy's custom Belial. Before either of us can make a move, he snaps the figure in two and throws the pieces in opposite directions.

This guy was maybe 5'9" and about 200lbs. Both me and my friend are 6'3" 250-280, so we beat him stupid. Granted we were kicked out for a week, but the guy never came back, and the next time we showed up some other gamers had brought us beer.

*EDIT: Whoops, the profanity filter didn't pick up on the *$#% ton remark. Sorry mods.*

Hilarious and awesome. Good call.

 Frankenberry wrote:
Granted we were kicked out for a week

Should've been arrested.

rigeld2 wrote:

 Frankenberry wrote:
Granted we were kicked out for a week

Should've been arrested.

Definitely

guy deserved it, he broke a custom made model and he was annoying.

Gabrial Seth wrote:
guy deserved it, he broke a custom made model and he was annoying.

Nope. He deserved to compensate your friend for the broken model, but committing assault and battery isn't the answer tough guy.

rigeld2 wrote:

Gabrial Seth wrote:
guy deserved it, he broke a custom made model and he was annoying.

Nope. He deserved to compensate your friend for the broken model, but committing assault and battery isn't the answer tough guy.

A hard scare from a police officer and a fine for destruction of private property (plus a likely banning from the store) are usually more than sufficient to reinforce respect for private property. Administering a beating (while gratifying) just makes it so both sides are in the wrong.

One of the local 40K leagues in Dallas is run by an Outrider who is actually a police officer. He's shown up to tourneys in uniform before. I can't imagine anyone touching a model without another's permission.

the way we handle things is different, but beating him most likely felt good.

Undoubtedly a good slapping was the the correct conclusion.

Saves time and local resources on an otherwise irrelvent problem. Hopefully the knob end will have learnt his lesson, if not you will have no problem with him wanting to try and play you again! Win-win i say.

 Frankenberry wrote:

This guy was maybe 5'9" and about 200lbs. Both me and my friend are 6'3" 250-280, so we beat him stupid. Granted we were kicked out for a week, but the guy never came back, and the next time we showed up some other gamers had brought us beer.

I'm not calling you a liar, but I don't believe this story.

 kronk wrote:

 Frankenberry wrote:

This guy was maybe 5'9" and about 200lbs. Both me and my friend are 6'3" 250-280, so we beat him stupid. Granted we were kicked out for a week, but the guy never came back, and the next time we showed up some other gamers had brought us beer.

I'm not calling you a liar, but I don't believe this story.

Is it on the internet? Then it's true.

Well, there is one story. This was during the time of Ard Boyz... a far far away time in a not so close location just full of poor sportsmen ship. The prizes although where high and worth the rough time. Two Ork players, me and my buddy, travel to the arena of sadness both with our eyes on the prize. A good 30 have shown, many known to be good sports, many others known to be gits. Grey Plastic mini's everywhere, just all over the place. Tears in eyes a random folk wonders by. This guy has a 100% internet win list with his guard. So meta it made me and my buddy laugh. He catches us laughing at him, and confronts us. "Your list, did you come up with that yourself?" i say. He picks up my list, and my buddies, and in a brave barbaric voice "I will crush both your weak ork lists." Spit hits my face. Rubbing my face on my sleeve, "And i will continue to have a girl friend and live happy." (This guy was known to be single 24/7 and suspected 27 year old virgin). A vein popped on his head. Literally a fething vein just shot up in the corner of his forehead. He wandered off. I looked to my buddy, who had a 45 loota bubble list with 90 boys. We called it the dakka tarp-pit. It was a list we both knew drew a majority of its games. I told him "I hope you fight this guy, because your list will 100% troll him" We both laugh.. The TO calls out who fights who, i get a returning space marine chap - complete newbie. My gut sinks, i dislike crushing a new guy. My friend - THE DARK GODS FAVORED US! He gets to fight this guy. The next 2 and half hours are the worst experience i have ever seen from a warhammer player.

I play my chap, we shake hands before the game we exchange lists, we chat about he is a returning space marine player, has a lovely white scar army. I tell him his list isn't the best, but its definitely good, and he will have a hard time with my list. We deploy. I take 25minutes putting out my 160 models. Just seeing my army on the table the guys eyes emptied of hope for a win. Basically, i am being TFG right now and i hate, but it is part of the story. I offer the best advice i can for the guy to win, but i heartlessly table him. It was Ard Boyz. I apologize to him, and say i only did it for the points. He says its cool and we shake hands again. Game over in 40 minutes. (The guy packed up and left the tourny after that game, still kinda hurts my heart).

Going over to my bubble chap, this guy now has two veins popping off his skull. He is sweating hard, and throwing dice for saves. The loota spamm is blowing apart all the chimeras and whatever cover save this guy had to roll he just chucks the dice over the table bouncing off models. Every model that dies he curses at it, saying it failed him. My buddy is just laughing, and telling the guy to chill out. The guy sucks in his lower lip and bites down on it, and is now lobster red in the face. Sweat continues to poor over his face as the guard mosy about to fight off the hordes of orks. Vendettas with no tanks to shoot kill 2 boys a turn because of the bubble. The guy curses every time my buddy makes a save. At one point the manitcore put 23 wounds on the 15 man loota squad, My buddy makes 22 saves on 5+. This guy throws the template on the table and curses, kicks his model box, and shakes his fists in to the air and rages so much that khorne himself may have blessed this dude. Buddy and I just look at each other, poker face, i glance at the TO, he is wide eyed, and doesn't know what to do about this guy. Something in the guy chills out, and he comes back to the table. The game goes on in such fashion my buddy, makes saves, kinda hurts stuff, and ends with a draw. This guy should have his head explode by this point-he is purple with anger. The draw effectively puts him in bottom middle tier, and my buddy doesn't care. This guy left the store after the match for the 10 minute break and unleashed a litany of fury into the parked cars. The cars themselves looked ready to run. In the end that guy went through rainbow faces in the tourny being every color at one point or another. Yellow = winning, white = scared of losing, red = mad, purple = really mad, and lets not forget throwing dice, yelling at models, and blaming everything on his foe.

^ One of the better stories on this page.

i am afraid to say that i was like this in the past. then i read a standard bearer about bad sportsmanship...
now i try and reform-even if those *bleep*ing lizardmen's heroes are so *bleep*ing overpriced.

 kronk wrote:

 Frankenberry wrote:

This guy was maybe 5'9" and about 200lbs. Both me and my friend are 6'3" 250-280, so we beat him stupid. Granted we were kicked out for a week, but the guy never came back, and the next time we showed up some other gamers had brought us beer.

I'm not calling you a liar, but I don't believe this story.

Surely if a bloke tells you a story, and you tell him you don't believe it, you ARE calling him a liar? :-D

I mean, I don't either, so we are, no matter how much we wish to be polite about it, calling him a liar, it's unavoidable!
So why sit on the fence eh?

Bad moderation? Actually yeah.. Probably a good enough one. My lifetime ban was implemented after a bloke said that carrying a foetus to term can never kill a mother, and "are you ignorant or lying?" was enough to seal the deal.

Indisputable facts are not the order of the day around Catholics, but as this hard to believe yarn has no religious conatations we should be dandy.

I was assaulted by a wave of eldar corsair ships during a game of BFG, many moons ago. I had just obliterated a squadron of 5 or 6 of the little ships, literally my only luck of the game. He picked them up and threw them at me, screaming that if I wanted them so bad I should just have them.

I started cleaning the table of my ships, clearly not in the mood to continue and shaking from the agressivity, I didn't want to give him anything else to scream about or hit me with. Everyone was dead silent as he threw the rest of his ships around and left the store. When I calmed down, we noticed that one of them had imbedded itself in the drywall behind me. Could have missed my head by only a few wee inches.

HAH! I got you all beat!


I went into this shop and it was full of weirdos so I challenged them all to a battle and I won and they all threw their stuff on the ground and broke it then they broke my figure and so I beat them all up and stole all their girlfriends then me and their girlfriends all went out for hot sex and cocaine at a juggalo partee and we all had lashings and lashings of ginger beer.

Cos I'm ded ard and gorjussss!!!


Tru storeee!

Ha. I get a better one. This guy got upset for when i reached across the table and knocked one of his DKK over(note 1 trooper) he flipped into a nerd rage. He tried to kill me, luckily I uppercutted his head into outer space.
(Noteart of that is true, one part isnt)

 Frankenberry wrote:
Friend of mine runs a DA list that naturally includes a gak ton of Deathwing. We took his army to the nearest FLGS once he'd gotten a couple lists together to try out, and I was going along for moral support.

Local place is divided into two parts; the store and the game room. Naturally, we go through the store, chatting it up with the owner and the other guy working (we'd known them for years). There were several people in the store part that were there for the 40k day and they, oddly, didn't want to talk to us.

So, we head back to the game tables and start setting up (my friend drew a Necron player). We meet the guy, shake hands, and he asks what I'm doing and that if I'm not playing I'll need to be quiet. Odd. So the game begins.

Two turns later, my friend has this guy nearly tabled. Now, granted the rolling on the guy's end was horrid, I think he missed every save. But this cat starts bitching and complaining, calling my friend all sorts of nastiness. So, being the lighthearted guy he is, my friend offers a rematch. Guy tells him to go feth himself and grabs up my buddy's custom Belial. Before either of us can make a move, he snaps the figure in two and throws the pieces in opposite directions.

This guy was maybe 5'9" and about 200lbs. Both me and my friend are 6'3" 250-280, so we beat him stupid. Granted we were kicked out for a week, but the guy never came back, and the next time we showed up some other gamers had brought us beer.

*EDIT: Whoops, the profanity filter didn't pick up on the *$#% ton remark. Sorry mods.*

That sounds like a true story I just made up.


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Only case of bad sportsman ship I've seen was after the last game I played against my son. Lucky bastard tabled me in three turns, so I took all of his models and melted them in front of him. As he started to cry I slapped him so hard my wife felt it in her ovaries. Needless to say the next time we played my son let me win.

 Frankenberry wrote:
Friend of mine runs a DA list that naturally includes a gak ton of Deathwing. We took his army to the nearest FLGS once he'd gotten a couple lists together to try out, and I was going along for moral support.

Local place is divided into two parts; the store and the game room. Naturally, we go through the store, chatting it up with the owner and the other guy working (we'd known them for years). There were several people in the store part that were there for the 40k day and they, oddly, didn't want to talk to us.

So, we head back to the game tables and start setting up (my friend drew a Necron player). We meet the guy, shake hands, and he asks what I'm doing and that if I'm not playing I'll need to be quiet. Odd. So the game begins.

Two turns later, my friend has this guy nearly tabled. Now, granted the rolling on the guy's end was horrid, I think he missed every save. But this cat starts bitching and complaining, calling my friend all sorts of nastiness. So, being the lighthearted guy he is, my friend offers a rematch. Guy tells him to go feth himself and grabs up my buddy's custom Belial. Before either of us can make a move, he snaps the figure in two and throws the pieces in opposite directions.

This guy was maybe 5'9" and about 200lbs. Both me and my friend are 6'3" 250-280, so we beat him stupid. Granted we were kicked out for a week, but the guy never came back, and the next time we showed up some other gamers had brought us beer.

*EDIT: Whoops, the profanity filter didn't pick up on the *$#% ton remark. Sorry mods.*

What you did sounds even worse. The guy did nothing to instigate violence from you. all he did was break a model.

Being a new player who's only ever played against my fiancee (another new player) these stories are making me really nervous about going to my FLGS to get a game against someone I don't know!

If someone even looked like they were going to touch my models after having a fit about whatever, they'd be the ones getting snapped in half.

Dont worry really, Likely is you will run int only a few of these guys in your lifetime. We are people from all over the globe telling these stories. Dont worry.

I don't know Conker personally, but I am from the area. The local store has been around for twenty plus years and the owner supports many games with nice prize support. But the sad truth is many of the local players are like this and When a prize is on the line watch out. I am amazed that the 40k game has survived due to some of the players. They even have a local club that will host games, but no matter how good of player you are the club members are the ones that win the prizes. Don't get me wrong there is some great guys and gals there that I am proud to know, but now i never go over there to play because of local yahoos. A number of us have spoke to the shop owner, but until it affects sales I think he wouldn't do much about it.

 Balance wrote:

 Alfndrate wrote:

Papasmerv wrote:
@Alfndrate. Do your MTG friends play 40k? I have what my friends call "gamer a.d.d." I have to play many different games because I get bored easily. To combat this I would trade off. "I'll play a game of X if you play a game of Y." Maybe if you can get your MTG friends to play a game of 40k or two they will be more enjoyable opponents.

They play NOTHING else... They make the claim that Magic is cheaper, which for two of them it is. I have one that spends a lot of money on magic, and is friendly to play, but purposefully plays his "casual" decks against me. One guy optimizes his decks but has maybe dropped 100 bucks on the game, and another has his deck from the spare cards of the first two. They won't play war games with me because they see it as a waste of money...

I would guess if they don't play tournaments they may not care about the way MTG 'ages' out old sets, which would keep the cost low. Kind of like if I found the box of MTG I probably have in a bin somewhere and started playing with all my circa 1997 cards. Which would be kind of fun to try against a modern set, although the cards actually look quite different nowadays.

On the other hand, MTG can have definite 'creeping' costs. A pack is pretty cheap, isn't it? Under $5? (Last time I bought Magic was probably 15 years ago...) So it's easy to ignore the price, and buy a packet or two a week, not realizing you're spending a few hundred a year. Ask a lot of casual smokers about this... Some don't realize how much they're actually spending because they never really add up the costs. Same concept. Also true for App Store/online music purchases.

Seriously, I was a smoker for 20 years and I would still hate to add up all the money I've spent on MTG... It would... not be good.

 Paint_To_Redemption wrote:
Being a new player who's only ever played against my fiancee (another new player) these stories are making me really nervous about going to my FLGS to get a game against someone I don't know!

If someone even looked like they were going to touch my models after having a fit about whatever, they'd be the ones getting snapped in half.

Dont worry, most gamers are actually quite well mannered. And as another poster said, we all meet some of these folks from time to time.