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..........That happened to you when you were in your local gaming store?


Mine happened when I was painting I my local games Workshop, when the shop assistant told me he had a fun job for me. he took me to storage room. and showed me a big box filled with Black library books. He told me to rip them apart. RIP THEM APART?! Apparently when the books are in the shelves for a long time, they need to be destroyed. The outside of the book must then be sent back to Black Library.

I was absolutely stunned by this.

.......But it was a fun!


Now you. The wiardest thing. share it.

Our FLGS has these ceiling fans running. I was having a bad game with my orks. (really bad dice rolls, etc.). I was rolling for a warboss on his last legs with a power klaw. This roll could win the combat and turn the tide. Been rolling crap with this guy all day. I roll my attacks, two hits. I roll the two to wound, as I roll the dice I shout "Do something you son of a b*tch!!" as I finished the last word there was a loud crack and sparks flew out of the ceiling fan above us. I look down and rolled two ones. That ceiling fan has not worked since.

The Transvestite asking me how to build a display board for his/her Transformers was a little wierd!

In one of the tournaments I played earlier this year, while I was rolling saves for my seer council, the die landed on it's corner. And stayed there. My opponent looked up at me, looked at the die and asked, "Would you consider that cocked?"

This happened four times in that round of the tourney, at one point twice in a row. After the second occurance, the guy I was playing asked me if he could check my dice, presumably to see if they were weighted somehow. After the fourth throw, we discovered the felt tabletop had the tiniest thin spots or divots that the dice edges were falling into, so I started using a box. Totally weird at the time though.

Alex Kolodotschko wrote:The Transvestite asking me how to build a display board for his/her Transformers was a little wierd!

Boy or girl?

Very obviously a man in a dress who was fooling nobody.

ZOMBIES ATTACKED IT! Nothing strange really happens at my gaming store...

I had a tourist come into the GW Brighton, asking for directions to a local comic store, with no interest in the hobby. Within less than 10 mins, he was sitting at a desk having a painting lesson

I had a kid ive never met before, come and ask me why no one likes him. I stammered for a few minutes and went back to painting, confused. I pondered as i painted then asked if i was the one that he felt didnt like him, and he said no it was kids in his high school in Ukraine. Akward...

A dude once came in and got the usual demo game run through. After some discussion on the background, he asks the staffer how he thought that they came up with all of it. The staffer thinks and says that he presumes that it just kind of comes to them, but the dude goes:

"No man! I'm telling you they just sit around and smoke pot and gak! The only way to come up with this stuff is to be stoned out of your mind!"

One of the more bizarre things I've ever witnessed.

A girl walked in (strange enough under the circumstances) and pulled up her shirt to show us her new Aztec Sundial Tatoo. We were speechless.

One of the stranger things that had happen to me a few years back was during a Fantasy gaming night at a GW store where out of no where a "crazy" homeless person walked in and started placing bets on the dice rolls that was being rolled.

I was confused for a second before I realized what had happened.

Blarglord wrote:Our FLGS has these ceiling fans running. I was having a bad game with my orks. (really bad dice rolls, etc.). I was rolling for a warboss on his last legs with a power klaw. This roll could win the combat and turn the tide. Been rolling crap with this guy all day. I roll my attacks, two hits. I roll the two to wound, as I roll the dice I shout "Do something you son of a b*tch!!" as I finished the last word there was a loud crack and sparks flew out of the ceiling fan above us. I look down and rolled two ones. That ceiling fan has not worked since.

lol wow this was awesome. I wish I was there.

scipunk wrote:One of the stranger things that had happen to me a few years back was during a Fantasy gaming night at a GW store where out of no where a "crazy" homeless person walked in and started placing bets on the dice rolls that was being rolled.

I was confused for a second before I realized what had happened.

and I wish I was there

wow, some weird things happen out there. I am glad I only had to rip books apart, and i don't got an explosion above my head.

scipunk wrote:One of the stranger things that had happen to me a few years back was during a Fantasy gaming night at a GW store where out of no where a "crazy" homeless person walked in and started placing bets on the dice rolls that was being rolled.

I was confused for a second before I realized what had happened.

This one made my day Some people just can't grasp a non-gambling dice game.

Edit: Also, it's sad that this is what comes to mind, but once I played a 2500 point game with an opponent in which neither of us used a rulebook or codex as reference. We made it our goal but had failed our 3 previous games and finally got it

Well,, I would say this:


Pretty funny. Even thought the table is rough, the chances of this happening is so low...

EDIT: Ninja'd. Dang.

Scrazza wrote:Mine happened when I was painting I my local games Workshop, when the shop assistant told me he had a fun job for me. he took me to storage room. and showed me a big box filled with Black library books. He told me to rip them apart. RIP THEM APART?! Apparently when the books are in the shelves for a long time, they need to be destroyed. The outside of the book must then be sent back to Black Library.

I was absolutely stunned by this.

.......But it was a fun!

I don't know that ripping the books apart is that common, but the covers are sent back as proof the book wasn't sold, so the bookstore can get a refund without having to send the bulk of the entire book. If you look at the copyright page on most novels, it will say something along the lines of "if you bought this book without a cover, it means the author didn't get any money from the sale, because it was supposedly not sold".

^
yeah I meant that. with the "outside of the book" I meant the cover. I just couldn't find the right words. I am not english.

Alex Kolodotschko wrote:The Transvestite asking me how to build a display board for his/her Transformers was a little wierd!

Yeah, he was a little hobbit guy in a flowery dress, jelly shoes and smelled like ripe Gouda... Reminded me of Har Mar Superstar.

Some teens came into GW Liverpool and basically took the feth out of the shop, and they grabbed the deffkoptas and flew them around going "ZOOM!BANG!" and then tried to rob a Stompa by trying to fit it into his shirt. Good times!

Somebody was shot at the McDonalds across the street one evening.

there was this 12 year old kid or so who had come into the shop a few times to play magic, enough so that we knew his name.

we were all about 15-19 and a pretty close group of friends (jesus, it must have been around 1996). anyway, we were all playing cards and one of us noticed that his deck box was missing, and so was the kid! well, he was 12 and we also knew he caught the bus home, so we went flying down to the bus station across the way and sure enough he was sitting there, he saw us coming and was sweating bullets. the conversation went like this:

'ok chris, give us the cards'
'i don't know what you mean' (not convincing)
'here's a quarter, chris. you'd better call your mom and tell her you're going to be home late for dinner'
'here they are'
'i thought so. don't come back to the shop'

and he never did.

Hmm. Weird.
Knew a guy like that once.
Name was Chris, too.
About that age at the time I knew him.
Different Chris, of course. This was about 5 years pior to yours.
Not too dissimilar an end result.


He's a cop, now.

I went into my newly found game store to be asked "Can I help you fella?"

First time anyone in any GW store has ever been able to string more than two grunts and a small bit of spittle together. I was speechless for a minute.

Then I remembered I have a stammer anyway.

agnosto wrote:Somebody was shot at the McDonalds across the street one evening.

This is a common event at my FLGS.

Aren't there better ways to settle differences in a FLGS?

Some random gakker ran into the store during 40k night and yelled "Dungeons and dragons! Dungeons and Dragons YEAH!!!!" and ran out. Everyone was left speechless and games were completely stopped for five minutes due to bewilderment.

Not so much weird as annoying...

A while ago, my FLGS manager was telling me how 'normal' teenagers and young adults sometimes wandered in and couldn't believe that the rumours about people playing with toy soldiers and dice were true.

Right in the middle of this conversation, a bunch of private school girls came up the stairs, walked into the wargaming half of the store, looked around and started giggling. I distinctly remember one of them saying something like: "Wow, all that Big Bang Theory stuff is real!"

Then they stared at me, noticed my glasses and (no longer present) braces, giggled some more and left.

This one time I met a 13-year-old that didn't play Space Marines.

Hey Cheese Elemental...next time that happens, when the walk in and stare at you, stare back at them with your mouth open and then pull out your phone and take a picture of them...that ought to freak em out enough to never come back!

Actually...pretend to take a picture of them, they won't know the difference, and you won't get sued!