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Green Blow Fly wrote:Mine was first game of Starship Troopers versus a veteran player. I opted to play the jump troopers and the veteran fielded big bugs. There was a third person there to help me learn the rules. I kept my distance so the bugs could not assault me and shot them. The veteran kept trying to talk me into assaulting his bugs which I knew would spell imminent doom for my little troopers. The person helping me with the rules did not offer any tactical advice but I could easily see that he knew I was smart not to get into close combat. Finally when it was fairly certain I was going to win the veteran player said I was unfun to play because I would not assault. So I offered to play him again and we could switch armies. The second time around he used the same tactics I had used in the first the first game, which I did not bother to mention... But I moved the bugs in such a manner to cut off his army boxing them into a table corner and was eventually able to assault the troopers for the win. The veteran player got mad again but he couldn't really say much. The person helping me with the rules kept quite and then after the veteran left he told me it was great to see him lose twice in a row to a newbie. It turned out his GF had dumped him a few weeks prior and was now dating the veteran player. Later that day the veteran player returned to the shop with his new GF and kept staring at me. I kept my back turned to him and ignored him for the rest of the day.

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Wow...that's...

Well, that's certainly awkward as it is...

I was playing at a small tourney at my FLGS and after the first round was over we moved to the second table.
Now as i began deploying i relised that i has missing 15 Necron Warriors so i looked in the foam and every were else.
Turns out i forgot them in a building ruin on the other table so i had to go across the entire room to grap my troops i left behind

I once jokingly tried to "pay" a friend to "toss" a tourney game just as the TO was walking by >_<

(I was not actually paying him to toss the game)

10,000 a side game before Apocalypse was a twinkle in a game developers eye. No force org just using everything we could put on the field plus VDR and special characters.

The IG player on the other side of the table was using his armoured company, a forgeworld baneblade and a bunch of tanks that basically were the most pts efficient battlecannon delivery system imaginable. And Lord Solar Marcharius who automatically granted turn 1.

After close to an hour of set up for the table and the very big armies and checking all the rules for VDR, etc that we were unfamiliar. They go first.

By the end of the shooting phase once LD checks have been made we have literally NOTHING left standing on the table.

"um, what else do you guys have?"

"some wolf scouts and some terminators"

"do you want to see if they show up?"

"Sure"

They kill one tank and then obviously get splattered by an entire army in return.

"Do you guys want to play again?"

"Are you going to use marcharius and all those tanks again?"

"Well yes, its all I brought today."

"I don't think there's much point really."

I played against one guy that you had to watch like a hawk or he would engage in an assortment of cheating. But I feel this encounter holds a special place in all my experiences. I was playing this guy’s tau army. It was during my movement phase and I had a squad of banshees leave a forest outcrop on top of a hill and get ready to assault a unit of tau stealthsuits who were on a lower portion of the hill.

This is the unbelievable part of the story. I measured the distance for the banshees and then carefully move them one by one forward – they are moving down the hill so I am cautious not to topple my miniatures. As I am moving my models down the hill in preparation of their assault I see my opponent pick up his stealthsuits and neatly move them back 4 or 5 inches one by one and placing them in their neat formation just as I was moving my models forward in similar manner. Remember this is during MY movement phase.

I stopped what I was doing and just watched him move his models right in front of me. I was amazed by this and let him move over half his unit, before I blurted out “What the hell are you doing?” He froze with a model in his hand, deer in the headlights look on his face. Apparently such actions were such common place for him they became instinctual, and he didn’t even bother to notice that my attention was clearly focused in the square foot of table he was rigging.

He quickly regained himself and said that I had knocked the table causing the models to shift and he was just placing them back where they belong. I gave him a quizzed look and stated flatly “So I knocked the table which caused all your stealthsuit models to shift up an incline in a manner that preserved their formation?” He insisted that is what happened. Well I let him continue to move his models without further comment or challenge. After he finished placing his models he looks at me and says proudly, ”There, that’s where they belong”.

I fleet and manage to get one or two banshees in combat, because of this I don’t wipe him out (3rd edition rules), but drag the combat into his turn which saves my banshees from getting shot up during his shooting phase. So it basically worked out for me. Still it was just amazing that he could have such gall.

Perhaps the lamest excuse in Wargaming history.

Even worse than blaming dice.

Grunt13 wrote:I played against one guy that you had to watch like a hawk or he would engage in an assortment of cheating. But I feel this encounter holds a special place in all my experiences. I was playing this guy’s tau army. It was during my movement phase and I had a squad of banshees leave a forest outcrop on top of a hill and get ready to assault a unit of tau stealthsuits who were on a lower portion of the hill.

This is the unbelievable part of the story. I measured the distance for the banshees and then carefully move them one by one forward – they are moving down the hill so I am cautious not to topple my miniatures. As I am moving my models down the hill in preparation of their assault I see my opponent pick up his stealthsuits and neatly move them back 4 or 5 inches one by one and placing them in their neat formation just as I was moving my models forward in similar manner. Remember this is during MY movement phase.

I stopped what I was doing and just watched him move his models right in front of me. I was amazed by this and let him move over half his unit, before I blurted out “What the hell are you doing?” He froze with a model in his hand, deer in the headlights look on his face. Apparently such actions were such common place for him they became instinctual, and he didn’t even bother to notice that my attention was clearly focused in the square foot of table he was rigging.

He quickly regained himself and said that I had knocked the table causing the models to shift and he was just placing them back where they belong. I gave him a quizzed look and stated flatly “So I knocked the table which caused all your stealthsuit models to shift up an incline in a manner that preserved their formation?” He insisted that is what happened. Well I let him continue to move his models without further comment or challenge. After he finished placing his models he looks at me and says proudly, ”There, that’s where they belong”.

I fleet and manage to get one or two banshees in combat, because of this I don’t wipe him out (3rd edition rules), but drag the combat into his turn which saves my banshees from getting shot up during his shooting phase. So it basically worked out for me. Still it was just amazing that he could have such gall.

If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bs.

KingCracker wrote:I stepped on an opponents landspeeder once.
Granted he put it on the floor after I blew it up, and I didnt realize it until I heard the CRUNCH.
That was awkward.

I stepped on a bloody toothpick I was using for a conversion once and stabbed myself in the foot. Had to pull it out and it hurt.

Andilus Greatsword wrote:

KingCracker wrote:I stepped on an opponents landspeeder once.
Granted he put it on the floor after I blew it up, and I didnt realize it until I heard the CRUNCH.
That was awkward.

I stepped on a bloody toothpick I was using for a conversion once and stabbed myself in the foot. Had to pull it out and it hurt.

Reminds me of the time that I impaled myself on a Lizardmen Spear (As in, out one end of my hand, and out the other)

Cryonicleech wrote:

Andilus Greatsword wrote:

KingCracker wrote:I stepped on an opponents landspeeder once.
Granted he put it on the floor after I blew it up, and I didnt realize it until I heard the CRUNCH.
That was awkward.

I stepped on a bloody toothpick I was using for a conversion once and stabbed myself in the foot. Had to pull it out and it hurt.

Reminds me of the time that I impaled myself on a Lizardmen Spear (As in, out one end of my hand, and out the other)

Ouch.

Adepticon stories.

I was playing a necron kid round two of the championships. And as I am deploying I notice this little black and gold dark eldar with a dark lance inside the building. So I promptly go find the TOs, have them track him down, and give this guy his warrior in the middle of their first turn. He didnt know he was missing it.

I played a guy with ultramarines. Dude had a booger hanging out of his nose the whole game. Not a little one, but his whole nostril was coated in this green slime. I couldnt help but look at it the whole game.

I witnessed someone go off on Phil Kelly. Well not directly, at least at first. They throw a fit to a friend or something about how eldar and nids are broken, whoever wrote the codex is slowed. Basically 5 minutes of swearing and insults at GW and the writer of those books. The guys buddy was playing Phil Kelly at the time, and the said ranting kid had no idea who the man was. " Those codexs are broken, whoever wrote them is a slow and should be punched in the nuts. I hate this codex creep ." It was a lengthy rant. So ranting man storms off. And this guys friend calls him back, and informs his pissed off buddy who the man at the table with him is. I kid you not, the guy walked back over, put his middle finger in Phil Kellys face, "WELL YOU THEN" and he stormed off. My opponent, who was playing nids, was shocked by this behavior.

I don't know many people who had the nerve to flip off Phil Kelly.

Eidolon wrote:I witnessed someone go off on Phil Kelly. Well not directly, at least at first. They throw a fit to a friend or something about how eldar and nids are broken, whoever wrote the codex is slowed. Basically 5 minutes of swearing and insults at GW and the writer of those books. The guys buddy was playing Phil Kelly at the time, and the said ranting kid had no idea who the man was. " Those codexs are broken, whoever wrote them is a slow and should be punched in the nuts. I hate this codex creep ." It was a lengthy rant. So ranting man storms off. And this guys friend calls him back, and informs his pissed off buddy who the man at the table with him is. I kid you not, the guy walked back over, put his middle finger in Phil Kellys face, "WELL YOU THEN" and he stormed off. My opponent, who was playing nids, was shocked by this behavior.

What a witch.

Well, my experiences have been occuring in Mega Battles. First, was in a 40K mega battle where our side of a long table was trying to gain control of an objective protected by a Squiggoth and 2 Stompas. With the help of the Eldar, we were winning the battle and I re-allocated my army to assiting the center table. The Eldar player decides to pack up and leave thus jeopardizing the objective once more. I redirected my forces once again and asked for reinforcement from the other end of the table. The guy later returns after the battle to see if we won.

Second, was when I was running a Fantasy Head Hunter battle. The Choas Warrior army kept calling on multiple powers and marks and gifts which made the other players suspicious. They asked to see his army list and codex. Just at that moment, he recieves a call and excuses himself. Weird coincidence? Well, he returns and says he has to leave. He packs up his stuff and walks away without answering anyones questions.

Eidolon wrote:It was a lengthy rant. So ranting man storms off. And this guys friend calls him back, and informs his pissed off buddy who the man at the table with him is. I kid you not, the guy walked back over, put his middle finger in Phil Kellys face, "WELL YOU THEN" and he stormed off. My opponent, who was playing nids, was shocked by this behavior.

Needs to happen more IMO. Either nut up or shut up.

Warlord Imp wrote:The Eldar player decides to pack up and leave thus jeopardizing the objective once more.

Least you can see he was playing the fluff accurately

Techboss-I agree, at least he had the balls to defend his views. And from what I heard Phil Kelly is not a lot of fun to play against.

i was demoing space hulk when my dad told me we had to go for back 2 school suplies. leaveing my oponent alone
prety awakward

Had someone confess to criminal activity while playing 40k:

First a bit of information about myself; when it comes to people's personal lives I have zero inquisitive nature. If you want to tell me something about yourself then you’ll have my ear, but I won’t inquire, I reason if you want me to know you will tell me. You could show up to my house for a game wearing a clown suit and I won’t probe.

One guy I gamed with was a bit of a pariah. He was always having huge social issues – people were actually after him. One time he was at my house for a game and he wanted to show me his car, I go out to maintain polite interest. Someone physically attacked the thing. This person punched and kicked the vehicle in what I was guessing animalistic rage. The damage was fairly minimal, but I could see the shoe prints on the windows that left rubber and actual fist prints smudged into the side. I said something like, “looks like someone doesn’t like you much”. He agreed with a big grin on his face. We go back in and played our game; I don’t bring up the car. Game ends and he goes home.

Later I have him over for another game. It was a fairly typical evening halfway our second game when starts up about parties. We are making conversation while I take my movement phase; he is talking about how I should go to the parties around our neighborhood with him. I told him I really wasn’t much for going to high school parties where people drink and smoke up. But, he kept pressuring for me to go with him. Then he says something like that he makes a lot of money at these parties. I just look at him with what I imaged was a perplexed look on my face.

He explains his whole technique. He goes to these parties and waits for the partygoers to pass out in drunken and/or stone stupors and then goes though their pockets and wallets. I just stared at him in unexpressed amazement on how he could be comfortable A) doing something like that and B) informing me of his crimes. Struggling to process how to react to this information that is being joyously relayed to me like the guy was proud of his ingenuity of something I manage to come out with something like, “You know I don’t quite condone that”. Brief awkward moment of silence, I look back at the table and say “my raider is shooting your tank”. We finish the game and he goes home.

I reflected what about myself made this guy think I would approve of his conduct. Thinking about it now he probably wanted me to go with him with the illusion I would protect him if he were confronted about his crimes. I'm betting the guy who attacked his car was on of the partygoers he robbed.

This weekend at the FLGS there was a girl there (shh don't tell anybody) using the stores internet computer. Now a local TFG who is a cross between Dwight Shrute and Napolean Dynamite is standing over her shoulder staring at whatever she is looking at. I mean it is obvious what he's doing (I would imagine she is doing her best to not vomit on the keyboard). She's kind of cute, but probably in highschool.

I walk up behind him and say in his ear, "It's not polite to stand over somebody's shoulder". He's just like Oh ok and walks off.

Now I was on my way to get a soda and on my way back naturally I look to make sure she's not being harassed by him. He's gone, but as I happen to look at her screen I can tell she's looking at borderline porn. I just shake my head and keep walking. I guess that he a good reason to be looking.

barlio wrote:He's gone, but as I happen to look at her screen I can tell she's looking at borderline porn.

And nobody said anything?

Not that I would, of course...

So I played in a tournament this weekend at the FLGS. I got the Bye second round because someone got sick and went home, so I had the option of playing the TO, with the worst result I could get being a tie, or just to take the tie straight up. This tourney had a comp score, including a few bonus points for having a "balanced" list (with a few specific criteria given). I decide to play the TO. He informs me that his list is no way balanced. Whatever, that's fine, even though I held to the stupid balance rules and hurt my list off the bat. We play and I scoop at one point because I'm really just getting toasted and I hate my "balanced" list. Come to the end of the tournament, I'm missing 3 points from the max comp score. I'm friends with everyone I played, so I know I got 10 points from them, saw them write it down myself, so I asked them to make sure and they all confirmed. The TO who wasn't even competing in the tournament dinged me on sportsmanship. WTF? Had this been for a top 3 spot I would have cared more, but it made the difference between top 50% or bottom 50%. Needless to say, I'm done with those tournaments

Just remembered a crazy one while driving. Here is some background form the original awkward moments thread.

Grunt13 wrote:Non-Warhammer again – this one is a dozy.

While I was in middle school a large group of people started playing a role playing game over the computer headed by a single DM. I don’t know how it was worked out, but the DM had many people playing characters but kept their identities concealed from each other. So a lot of people in my social circles were involved in this game, but they did not know the identities of the people they were interacting with, or even if they were interacting with a PC or a NPC. I was completely ignorant of the game despite many of my friends being involved. One day a friend of mine obviously upset approached me and immediately began the following dialog:

Friend: “Did you castrate, murder, and then hang a someone’s naked body from a tree yesterday?”
Me: “……Yesterday you say, no I can honestly say I did not such thing on that day”
Friend: “Do you know anyone who has?”
Me: “…No?”

Apparently many of the players where acting out their most sadistic impulses on each other. Because only the DM knew the real identities an in school witchhunt occurred by many players in attempts to confront their enemies. Stories would circulate about characters that would murder and defile other player’s characters. People would come into school enraged or near weeping. One friend’s character was murdered during his wedding to another character, his bride was also slain and her soul was trap in a jar preventing him from resurrecting her. Knowing the DM, I would not be surprised if he encouraged players to prey on each other.

Anyway the level of hurt feelings this game generated was rather remarkable. People where very angry and did not know which of their classmates were their foes. Despite having nothing to do with this game I was often accused of being an individual who performed heinous crimes on other players (I always thought people considered me as a nice guy). Many people where trying to sniff out who was who in the game an I was not the only person accused – like I said it was a witchhunt. It just created an unpleasant atmosphere amongst my friends.

This is a 2nd hand story that the sinister DM relayed to me himself. I might be a little shaky on the exact details but here is the story to the best of my recall:

The player that approached me in my previous post was driven with the sole aspiration of vengeance; lets call him “Dave”. He managed to capture the man responsible for defacing his character. I knew the identity of the first, but only the DM knew who the prisoner was. Dave had rendered the man unconscious and placed him in a dungeon slash lab slash torture den. The prisoner was stripped naked (of course) and tied to a chair. Dave dreamed of this day and had taken extreme preparations; he planned to spend days with his foe performing mutilation using both mundane and magically methods.

There was one slight to his plan, while he was gathering his tools his character experienced a powerful unsettling in his gastro intestinal track. Something he had consumed while tracking his quarry was disagreeing with him in a major way. The captured man was still unconscious and the DM told the player he had reached the point where he most void or explode. So Dave having already stripped and search the prisoner left him tied to the chair and left the dungeon, but he was sensible enough to bolt and lock the door of the room which was the only portal. Dave then sprints to the facility and spends the next block of time on the toilet.

The prisoner wakes up naked and tied to the chair in a sealed room, due to the method of his capture he has no knowledge of who is holding him or why, but he deduces that it is someone seeking vengeance against him. He is highly fortunate to possess a skill in rope work and manages to untie himself. But he is still missing all his equipment, is butt naked, and is locked into a room with a door he can’t possible open. The only thing in the room of note is the lab table with a vast assortment of potions label in manner he could not decipher. Reasoning that as soon as the door open he would suffer a fate worse than death the prisoner decides to chug all the potions- this was to spite his executioner by depriving him of his collection and with the likely benefit of robbing him the satisfaction of terminating the prisoner’s life.

The effect of this reckless consumption was that the prisoner swelled into a raging monster. I imagined something like the Hulk with a PCP addition but still really naked. The DM informed the player that he would have to make rolls to see if he could perform actions that would be against his enraged animalistic nature. With supernatural strength he plows through the door and flees through the building looking for an escape. He grabs and axe from a display and goes bounding through the halls looking for the exit. He finds a promising door and kicks at off the hinges; the door explodes into splinters against the adjacent wall to reveal a room with a very scare and confused Dave on the john.

Let’s take a moment to go over how Dave perceived the prisoner escape up to this point. While imprisoned by his own bodily functions, Dave hears a distant crash that echoes through his dungeon. He then hears a nearing pounding as something that could not possible human charging through the halls of his keep. The monster, his growling and wailing and the pounding of his lunges vibrate through the floor rattling Dave's teeth. The creature nears to the point where it is right outside his door. A brief pause and the door flies across the room and is reduced to scrap upon its impact against the stone wall. Completely encompassing the gapping and fractured frame is an abomination of the human form with only trace recognizable features that Dave connects to his prisoner. The large and lets not forget naked, brute stands gazing upon the rather helpless Dave gripping its axe.

So now that we are all caught up on both players accounts lets ride this story out to its obvious concussion. The prisoner attacks Dave with axe, claw and distended jaw and tears him to pieces while he is still sitting on the crapper. After the prisoner has completely destroyed Dave and consumed a fair amount of him he continues at searching for an exit and leaps out a window and flees into the woods where he A) turns back into a man as the potions wear off B) dies a horrible death from consuming the potions C) stays a monster or D) something else. The options are here because I forgot how the story ended, so just pick whatever pleases you the most.

After this encounter Dave was rather upset - practically inconsolably really. It was when I asked my other friend the DM what was up with Dave, he seemed too upset to approach directly. That’s when the DM cheerfully relayed the story to me. Dave eventually dusted himself off and returned to the game to continue to hunt his white whale.

Well, Awkward Moment on my part.

So, Today, I told my friend that I would head over to the FLGS and play a game with him. I told him 1:30.

Well, my track of time is absolutely lousy, so I showed up at 3:45ish (He'd only been there for what I think is an hour, though)

Well, I walked in on him playing a game with another person, which was fine, but it was pretty obvious that he had been solidly beaten. His opponent, who I mean no offense to, was pretty much solidly bragging about how he killed my friend's army. He also fudged a few rules (S4 Dragon Princes, for example). The opponent proceeded to berate my poor friend with his victory, and when my friend conceded, he demanded that he wait until the round of combat was over, so that he could garner more kills.

Cryonicleech wrote:Well, Awkward Moment on my part.

So, Today, I told my friend that I would head over to the FLGS and play a game with him. I told him 1:30.

Well, my track of time is absolutely lousy, so I showed up at 3:45ish (He'd only been there for what I think is an hour, though)

Well, I walked in on him playing a game with another person, which was fine, but it was pretty obvious that he had been solidly beaten. His opponent, who I mean no offense to, was pretty much solidly bragging about how he killed my friend's army. He also fudged a few rules (S4 Dragon Princes, for example). The opponent proceeded to berate my poor friend with his victory, and when my friend conceded, he demanded that he wait until the round of combat was over, so that he could garner more kills.

Whoa, that guy is a serious asshat.

yep thats what im thinking.

something awkward:

i was in my flgs and this guy (and i could hear him) was to talk to his friends friend( lets call the friend 'dave' and the friends friend 'joe') to this guy says to joe "YEAH HE ADMITTED HE WAS BI IN (somewhere i cant remember)!"

so EVERYONE in the store stopped turned to this guy (daves friend whos not joes friend) looked at him for a about a minute, he's wondering what he did wrong and dave's cleching his fist and about to hit him, awkward moment ends and i hear my opponent say

"... so, hitting on 4's" ...

Hmmm. That IS awkward.

Not so much gaming related, but while I was having a match with my notorious 'That's what she said!' friend, I was eating a sausage roll.

I had just penetrated the rear armour of his vindicator. A mate walks by, see's me winning (sort of), looks at me and says (as I bite down on the sausage roll) "I hope you choke on that." (as a joke)

My friend/opponent then looks up, smiles at me whamming a suasage roll down my gullet then says,
"That's what She said!"

I choked.

Cryonicleech wrote:I don't know many people who had the nerve to flip off Phil Kelly.

I wouldn't. He'd do that creepy grin that's in every single photo of him.

twistinthunder wrote:yep thats what im thinking.

something awkward:

i was in my flgs and this guy (and i could hear him) was to talk to his friends friend( lets call the friend 'dave' and the friends friend 'joe') to this guy says to joe "YEAH HE ADMITTED HE WAS BI IN (somewhere i cant remember)!"

so EVERYONE in the store stopped turned to this guy (daves friend whos not joes friend) looked at him for a about a minute, he's wondering what he did wrong and dave's cleching his fist and about to hit him, awkward moment ends and i hear my opponent say

"... so, hitting on 4's" ...

No offense, but your story is confusing as feth. Is Dave the "bi" guy? Who the hell is Joe?

i know its confusing thats why it was awkward, yes dave is the 'bi' guy ,e is daves friend.

Call me crazy but I like Phil Kelly.......granted he wrote my codex and I love it lol


This isnt akward, but I could make it that way just to keep OT