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AlexCage wrote:

willydstyle wrote:and I was pretty much just joking around and being a smartass with the cops.

Always an advisable strategy...

It always seems to work with me. While some cops are donkey-caves, some others actually appreciate it when you treat them like a human being.

Not wargaming, but there used to be “that guy” in my local gaming scene. You know, the creepy guy nobody likes yet has somehow attached himself to your gaming group, the one you have to keep an eye on when women are around. Yeah, that guy. Anyway he wanted to run his own dnd game and starts trying to recruit us, with the line “and my sister is playing a barbarian so good chance of half naked barbarian chick”.

His sister was 14 or 15, we were all in our late 20's early 30's.

Ugh.

Needless to say we declined and he eventually got the hint (in that we flat out told him) and stopped turning up.

AlexCage wrote:

willydstyle wrote:and I was pretty much just joking around and being a smartass with the cops.

Always an advisable strategy...

Granted, when you hit a certain point of innocence, there isn't much you can do.

This is how I was banned from ever playing a female character again in our old dnd circle...

Ok so we started an Epic level Evil character campaign. I chose to be a half-elf sorceress (I said that I looked like the chick from the Everquest box art, but with tatoos). We're in a bar trying to get information (wow such a novel concept) and I thought I would use my womanly charms to get some info from a dude. I say something stupid along the lines of, "Ok I rub my thigh on his groinal region." I'm 6'4", 260+lbs, gotee, and a deep voice. I was still fairly new to roleplaying so of course I say it in an awkward half confident way. It get's a good laugh, but I was immediately banned from creating any new female characters. My character got killed like two weeks later. Not a big deal because my next character was a cleptomaniac Minotaur Brute rogue called Gump (don't ask our DM let us get away with anything).

They still give me crap about it today (8+ years later).

boooo thats half the fun! Just look at the picture of mad doc in a dress however... thats what I pictured

An old mate of mine had a simliar one with the car.

They were going to a Re-enactment event, heavily over loaded car, and the cops pull them over. Short 5ft cop starts acting all hard and orders them out of the car... 5 guys, all over 6ft unfold themselves from the car, putting the various weapons they are carrying on the roof of the car! I'm told the look on his face was a picture!

Thankfully all the guys had ID, were all clean types (teachers, scout master, that sort of thing) so it all cleared up nicely, but a giggle anyway!

Not gaming related, but last night in my night class this older lady gave her final presentation. It was really uncomfortable because she had misinterpreted 80% of the data and hurried through the presentation (7-15 minutes, finished in 3 or so). Our professor said something along the lines of "we can all learn from this" and then proceeded to criticize her project pretty hard.

Two minutes later I think she started crying and left the room. It went from uncomfortable to awful.

barlio wrote:
Two minutes later I think she started crying and left the room. It went from uncomfortable to awful.

I've seen that happen at work to a really nice lady. Very uncomfortable after that.

Had something similar once. Got into my differential equations class, immediately took up with 3 other students. They were all real brains (2 engineers and a Computer Science Honors).We formed a pretty good study group, never mind that we also constituted 1/2 the class. We all got together for the final, studied for it a week out. Got in, and 10 minutes in this one chick from the group (the CS honors) snaps. We hear grunts, groans, animal noises. At the 15 minute mark, she runs up to the front of the class, slaps her exam down with her 3 pencils hard enough to shatter them all, and sprints into the bathroom across the hall. We spent the next 30 minutes listening to her bawl, scream, and vomit her guts up while we're still taking the exam. Concentration was at a premium, and we'd have sold our souls for some at that point.

Grizgrin

That reminds me of my Calculus final. There was this guy who showed up maybe 30% of the time the whole semester. He manages to show up for the final. He flips through it, signs his name, and just leaves. I felt kind of bad, but that's what happens when you don't show. I've been there before.

The most akward moment I had was while in a GW training session, we were discussing intro games.. Not demo games, but intro games (someone got pissed off when a new redshirt called it a demo game) and they were going into all the 'new' stuff and the REgional manager says..

Get that kid excited, get him so excited and involved that when you yell waaaaghh! he pisses his pants.. Anyone of you that gets a kid to piss his pants in an intro game will get a bonus..

I was thinking, they that's grand, now, when he relieves himself on the floor, should I call you (regional manager) to come clean up the mess?

that's akward to say the least.. (I'll leave it to your imagination as to whether or not I was able to get the bonus...)

A few weeks ago a friend invited me to his local gaming store to play his IG against my Tau. His army was made up mostly of heavy weapons teams and mine was very tank heavy. The way each turn went was: IG player would shoot at the tanks, I would make every cover save thanks to disruption pods resulting in no casualties. Return fire would drop a squad of guard. My opponent kept getting madder and madder until he was pounding his fist on the table when I made my saves. I thought a few times that he might walk out. I did my best to remain friendly and kept reminding him that for every Tau their must be several million humans so the guard could afford the losses. We somehow finished the game and I've played the same guy since with less drama, so it's all good.

Ok, it finally happened.


During a game of 40k with my friend, apparently three people came into the FLGS and stole some poor kid's models*. Luckily, the store owner offered to replace them with his own models (he had ceased playing Inq. years ago.)

It was quite awkward as the police were called in. I couldn't for the life of me continue to play the game without warily turning around every so often.






*Some pretty expensive ones if I remember. Something along the lines of 12 Sisters of Battle. Or maybe Grey Knights. Something Inquisitorial though.

General awkwardness:

One reason that I purchase every codex is because people “innocently” misconstrue their rules. Commonly seen examples are people thinking stats are greater than they really are or weapons and wargear perform differently, but clearly superior then they really do.

I had to deal with players saying AP 4 weaponry were AP3 when targeting my taloses or incubi. That Oygrn had one more strength, toughness, initiative, and attacks then they actually had. Banners gave everyone within 12” plus one attack instead of combat resolve. Some games I had to request to see my opponent codex numerous times after they kept insisting that they were correct, with only my inclination that the rules that my opponent was using were too good to be true. This is always stop the game, caused my opponent to whine while I flip through an unfamiliar codex, then to explain that the rules support them when we both clearly see that they don’t, then explain their mistake blaming unclear phrasing of the rules. Every time I ever requested to look up a rule my inclination has been correct.

This is always been an awkward situation for me. I combat this my purchasing and reading my opponents codex before we play. Which really sucks, because playing an unfamiliar army is quite an interesting narrative in itself. I remember playing 3rd edition tyranids for the first time, probably one of the best games I ever played – due mainly to the unexpected abilities of my opponent’s army.

Cryonicleech wrote:Ok, it finally happened.


During a game of 40k with my friend, apparently three people came into the FLGS and stole some poor kid's models*. Luckily, the store owner offered to replace them with his own models (he had ceased playing Inq. years ago.)

It was quite awkward as the police were called in. I couldn't for the life of me continue to play the game without warily turning around every so often.

My buddies who played at the Memphis Battle Bunker said that customers would take off with boxed sets all the time and the staff wouldn't even try to stop the shoplifters. Gamers' stuff gets stolen all the time nowadays. People even steal other people's armor and weapons at SCA events to the point where they have someone watch their stuff while they take lunch. We used to be able to trust each other, but the new generation has brought a different crowd into the hobbies.

Grunt13 wrote:General awkwardness:

One reason that I purchase every codex is because people “innocently” misconstrue their rules. Commonly seen examples are people thinking stats are greater than they really are or weapons and wargear perform differently, but clearly superior then they really do.

Luckily, the bunch of guys we play with are honest, but we also know when they are stretching because we've played each other so much, we know what they need to roll to hit us and stuff.

Grunt13 wrote:General awkwardness:

One reason that I purchase every codex is because people “innocently” misconstrue their rules. Commonly seen examples are people thinking stats are greater than they really are or weapons and wargear perform differently, but clearly superior then they really do.

Lucky for you...the games I play at my FLGS mostly involve kids under the age of 16...many of whom have trouble knowing how their army rules work, and some who are still unable to decipher meaning from a unit's statline. It drives the guy running it crazy...having kids ask him 80 million questions that are answered easily by just learning how to read a statline, so I help where I can and encourage them to read their codex.

My god, is there anything more annoying than "innocent" misconstruing of rules.

"My Bolt Thrower is going to volley at S6 with no armor save."

I point out that volleys are at S4 with minus 2 to your save.

He replies

"Whatever, you're still going to die"

I often had to point out many of my and his unit's abilities, often because he made mine worse and his better.

"Why are you re-rolling those hits?"

"Dark Elves have a special rule called Eternal Hatred"

"No they don't"

After I showed him

"Oh, that's cheesy"

my god, that's annoying

About 2 years ago in the Dublin center GW store, some random hairy homeless guy suddenly shambles into the door way while we were chilling out painting and chatting.

He grabs his trousers and drops them, revealing suspiciously clean white y fronts, and a bloody fist sized hole through his thigh.

" WOULD YA LOOK AT THA?! JEEEESUS I FELL ON A BOTTLE HAHA" he exclaims, before pulling up his pants, and walking out.

The entire store of people were shellshocked into silence for 30 secs, before one of the employees sighs and says

" The randomness of that isint what gets me, I want to know why he was calling that shotgun hole a glass bottle cut"

and everyone just went back to painting and chatting.

A couple of weeks ago, on St George's day, a couple of drunken idiots came into the GW during Veteran's Night and started having a go. One of them was busy pawing a very nicely painted Slayer Army, another was arguing with a Blue Shirt about how anyone who played the game must be a virgin and how HIS hobby was sex, and eventually it nearly took the police to get rid them. And even then they came back a couple of times to yell through the window.

I must admit, I was amused by the dirty look I got when he started telling us all that we would always be virgins and I held up my hand...complete with a wedding band I can't get off now.

Jon Garrett wrote:
I must admit, I was amused by the dirty look I got when he started telling us all that we would always be virgins and I held up my hand...complete with a wedding band I can't get off now.

Never confront a fool in his folly.

I had a very awkward one today.

Some random old guy walked into the store, I had seen him a few times, he generally just chatted with the staff then left, never really buying anything.

Well today he's standing by the table I'm setting up my marines on, so I casually ask him "What's going on?"

To which he replies "There aren't enough Nazis in here"

Stunned, I ask him to repeat

Sure enough, he really did say "Not enough Nazis in here" then walked out of the store

I was speechless.

I've got an MTG one:

I was in a local tournament once. I wasn't pverly good at the game and my deck was... sub-par. I had yet to master the art of deck building. I was 15 or 16 at the time, and my first opponent was around 8 or 10. This kid thought he was The Gak. He had a brand-new Daniel Zinc deck. (apparantly Daniel Zinc has won the world championship or something) Admittedly it was a well built deck, but He diddn't seem to know how to play it. I'd now like to add the flavouring to this delicious tale: This kid was cockyer than a barnyard of poultry. I mean he would laugh every time i played a card, saying it was pointless and i was a total noob. I'm not sure why but somehow i was very calm. Everyone else finished their first games about 4 or 5 tunrs into ours. I'd like to point out that at this point i'd inficted about 5 points of damage to him and i'd taken 2 points - from mana burn (Again i was very inexperienced at the game). The other players, sick of hearing this little brat being as annoying and poor sportsmanlike as he was started pointing out the rules he had been bending that i had no hope of catching. two turns later, he was dead. he hadn't cost me a single life point.

he left shortly after, almost in tears.

This one comes from a few years back, 5 to be exact. It was the summer after I finished high school and had an office job, which I despised. On my lunch break I would sneak away to the local GW and get some games in, generally with a tau player who was doing a similar thing. At the time I was playing blood angels, back when their codex wasn't that thing out of WD, and I played to win. One day I went in to the store to play, and there were two teenage (early-mid teens) brothers in the store who were looking for small point games also. Rather than the tau player and myself play each other for the hundredth time, we decided to each play against one of the brothers. Since I was considerably younger than the tau player, I chose to play with the younger of the two players, who couldn't have been older than 14. Ill be the first to admit my list was broken. I had a Baal vindicator, 3 min sized scout squads (with bear VS to get the PF death company), a Vet Assault squad with two flamers, and A chaplain with a lightning claw (Oh, the days when you could do such things). He was running a nidz list with mostly guants, some warriors and stealers, IIRC. Half way through the game I am beating him badly, some older woman comes over to the table and being TFG. She begins asking questions about the legality of my list, starts questioning my tactics and giving my opponent tips, asking me to see my codex, etc.. Eventually I realize this is the kids mom. Somewhere towards the end of the game I got my Vet assault squad in flamer range of a group of guants, and she dragged the redshirt away from the counter to make a ruling as to wether or not I could use both flamers in the same shooting phase.

I have not experienced anything more awkward than playing a game of 40k against someone who's mother is trying to help her son win. That being said, today I either would not play with a kid who I didnt know, or perhaps let them win, depending.

We used to play in the lounge of my dormitory when I was in college (this would never fly if it happened at a GW store) and one guy had this incredible temper so when anything went wrong on his side he started throwing chairs and screaming... only the most apathetic people would play with him. Most people wanted nothing to do with him because he just destroyed everything around him or were forced to let him win. I never played with him because I enjoyed keeping the lounge in one piece.

Elnicko5 wrote: some older woman comes over to the table and being TFG. She begins asking questions about the legality of my list, starts questioning my tactics and giving my opponent tips, asking me to see my codex, etc.. Eventually I realize this is the kids mom.

You shoulda pinched her ass for being so cheeky!

I'm no perfect parent, but I am always amazed when I see stuff like this. And the behaviors we model to our children...

I just remembered this one..

About 10 years ago, the manager/owner of our FLGS got into a Gladiators miniature game and got a bunch of people hooked, they were actually drawn away from 40K to play it. One day I wanted to get a Velite, the type of Gladiator that used a spear. The store was packed, I told Mike I needed a gladiator figure, but couldn't remember the name at the moment..as he walked behind the counter to get the storage box full of oddball miniatures out, I said,"I can't remember what they're called, the spear throwers" At that moment a couple of black dudes were walking behind me and gave me an ugly look. Oops.

Awkward? you mean something like when someone farted in the middle of a game ( many people watching )

and the guy tried to cover the fart sound with some 40k sound effects? pew pew?

Im sorry I am a bit confused you mention that one of these guys was your friend...was it the high elf player or was it this new empire guy that was your friend sorry it is just that friend is mentioned multiple times and uncertain of which guy we are speaking of.

Ok now onto my awkwaard,irksome moments (sorry this is long) . I remember this to this day I was at a Starwars tcg tournament(Decipher card game...yes I know I have just shown my age) I was running late so first round i got a by 2nd round I had to play my dark side deck. Deck was a speeder bike deck with a specific objective that once flipped unless my opponent could take control off one of my locations I couldnt be touched.
So my opponent who is playing with multiple versions of all the light side main characters plops down a Leia spy and states that because shes actually a light side character she denies me my benefits from my objective and flips it back, which for intents and purposes means that i am now back to beating on luke and han and obiwan etc with freakin scout troopers not exactly and easy thing to do. I inform him that he is dead wrong because that version of leia untill such time as he chooses to show that shes a spy is considered a dark side character and will not stop my objective from working . he gets uppity and calls over the judge who obviously hadnt a clue of what was going on cause he ruled in the other guyys favour essentially handing him the win

When i was about 14 our flgs manager got fired for, supposedly, stealing a bunch of stock. As the rest of the staff were recruited by him, they were also given their marching orders.

1 week later we got a new manager and a bunch of new redshirts fresh out of GW-Brainwashing. Their first act was to ban anyone of the regulars over the age of 16 (About 90% of the customers at that point) and set up 8 out the 10 tables in the shop as intro boards.

Thursdays, however, still remained as the 'bring in your armies and play 'till 10pm days'. A friend and i used to run a fairly broken harlequin army (this was back in 2nd ed) and agreed to play against one of the red-shirts and a recently acquired new-comer. Me and my friend were doing our best to let them win but, with Tzeentch on our side, were beating them down. The redshirt starts going through the ENTIRE tfg routine: Rolling dice where we couldn't see them, using old rules, not bothering to measure distances, etc, etc... All the while overriding our objections because he was.... A Redshirt! And therefore, all that he said was right, and all our objections were null and void!

Whilst me and my friend could appreciate him not wanting to lose/give the noob a good intro to the hobby, we both left and never went back. What was the point of cheating to win a game of toy soldiers? It was a pyhrric consolation to both of us that the newbie playing with the redshirt looked almost as embarassed as we did when we packed our army up on turn 3.

Damned awkward.