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When you start looking through your put away stuff after coming home for xmas break and instantly recognizing your missing a single Commisar and you have no idea where it is, and you wih you made a map of where you put everything.

And you know exactly which sculpt of Commisar it is.

Everytime you are forced to drive in rush hour traffic you find yourself praying to Gork and Mork for a wreckin' ball or three to be nailed to your car, so that all those other ing ers will learn who they're ing with!

You spend hours trying to remember a really funny post you had spent all day crafting, and subsequently forgetting.

guilty

and it was really funny 2xs

When you play Apoc games in your Christmas village.

(not guilty.... yet)


After reading the you know you play too much 40k when, and the You know your opponent is cheating when, posts you really want to make a blog about "you know your opponent is possessed by a demon when...

....

aw what the hell... im gonna go for it

You are a Dark Eldar and make Sisters of Battles to your slaves.

When your kids are watching E.T. and as soon as the little alien gets sick you yell "DIE you midget Xenos FREAK !"
(at which point your partner exiles you to your gaming room ! )

When you put said film on the gaming room portable tv and continue to insult those "Heretic, Xenos loving, kids" whilst you paint your latest Chaplain.

You think that Witch Hunters look like Gwen Stefani.

When you use post from other forums as ideas for another one.

When you use the excuse of being sucked into the warp to explain to your wife why your late.

focusedfire wrote:

When you use the excuse of being sucked into the warp to explain to your wife why your late.

When your wife believes it

You have so many models you roll a 1d20 to see which Imperial Guard regiment you will be using.

You have more Chimera's than your opponent has models.

Games-Workshop calls you when they run out of models. (To run a special Apoc game).

Heh.

**wishes he had his own Space Marine Chapter, so he could roll dice to see which one to play with**

When you have too many armies so that picking one army for the next RTT becomes a problem.

Your wearing a wrist brace from over-rolling.

When you consider quiting you good paying day job to go to work for GW, just to get that particular staffer shirt.(You know the one)

When you paid more for one model than you did your car(I know this dude, seriously)

Is going to repaint said car but stops after stripping and primer because hes decided to go to a different scheme on his Army.

When what car you buy is influenced by your army.

Could be transport capacity(how much of your army does it hold)
Durability(Spending less on repairs and new car purchases leaves a lot more for paints and models)
Style(does humvee say I'm an IG or SMs player)
Available upgrades(Snow plow=Dozer blades....Flood lights=self exlanatory....larger displacement=Star engines)

This one gets to be by itself:

You turn down a chance at a convertable sportscar because of the open topped rule.

You try to ram focusedfire's car.

Shrike78 wrote:

Shrike78 wrote:You dream about the time when you can have a deamonnette teach your girlfriend a few tricks.

I am ashamed of you

Ahhh...when you have a GF and tell her that she could teach a daemonette some new tricks...

Attack_Squig wrote:

Shrike78 wrote:

Shrike78 wrote:You dream about the time when you can have a deamonnette teach your girlfriend a few tricks.

I am ashamed of you

Ahhh...when you have a GF and tell her that she could teach a daemonette some new tricks...

My GF just read this over my shoulder and muttered "too late, I already did !"

"I'm sorry but this thread is silly and ultimately pointless as there is no answer to the topic in question. As you can never play too much 40k. There is no way that exists to indicate that you play too much 40k. Pretty cut and dry actually. However all these posts would be funny if you could actually play to much 40k" - ME

You make statements like the above and people agree with you.

You start converting all of the troopers listed in the Gaunt's Ghost's books. (not just the ones they already named in WD.)

Your Veteran squad's troopers are named after the guys in your reserve unit. (same weapons too!) Whooaa!

You ALLOW SM to ally with you, because you feel sorry for them.

warpcrafter wrote:Everytime you are forced to drive in rush hour traffic you find yourself praying to Gork and Mork for a wreckin' ball or three to be nailed to your car, so that all those other ing ers will learn who they're ing with!

After driving five miles a hour for an hour to play D&D yesterday, I was praying to the Emperor for a hunter killer and an autocannon.

When you wish for a Multi-Melta on your car to torch all the guys trying to kill you when you drive to cornerstore. (Or beter yet,one of those purdy new LR Reedeemers)

When you start thinking that in 40000 years this will all be real.

Sorry Shrike78 but I gotta take you out on this. Nothing Personnel. It's just Buisness.

In reference to my saying that I would kill anyone with a plastic wendy's spoon slowly if you say you haven't thought of how badass it would be to become a part of the Imperium.
This is how it plays out.


Shrike78 walks around his home, alone. Suddenly all the lights go out. Looking around he shrugs and gets a flash light. However the batteries are dead. Suddenly he hears a loud thump. Turning around he finds his front door has been forced open. Hurrying to the kitchen he grabs a knife, scared. He hears a (young) man say "Honestly, some people can be just plain unreasonable." As suddenly a blunt object strikes the back of his head.

Awakening some time later He sees a boy holding a spoon as he finishes off a frosty. The lights have been turned back on. The young man walks to the kitchen and washes and dries off the spoon. He walks over to shrike and says "I had given you a warning, but you disregarded it. And now your life is forfeit."



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Golden Eyed Scout stands up and rubs his hands together. The mutalated corpse of what was once Shrike78 lies in the corner. "You shouldn't have said you didn't."








Flames engulf the building that contains Shrike78. His murderer was never found.
Sorry Shrike78, I really like your posts, it was just an example. Besides you did the same thing to some one to.

Golden Eyed Scout wrote:Sorry Shrike78 but I gotta take you out on this. Nothing Personnel. It's just Buisness.

In reference to my saying that I would kill anyone with a plastic wendy's spoon slowly if you say you haven't thought of how badass it would be to become a part of the Imperium.
This is how it plays out.


Shrike78 walks around his home, alone. Suddenly all the lights go out. Looking around he shrugs and gets a flash light. However the batteries are dead. Suddenly he hears a loud thump. Turning around he finds his front door has been forced open. Hurrying to the kitchen he grabs a knife, scared. He hears a (young) man say "Honestly, some people can be just plain unreasonable." As suddenly a blunt object strikes the back of his head.

Awakening some time later He sees a boy holding a spoon as he finishes off a frosty. The lights have been turned back on. The young man walks to the kitchen and washes and dries off the spoon. He walks over to shrike and says "I had given you a warning, but you disregarded it. And now your life is forfeit."



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Golden Eyed Scout stands up and rubs his hands together. The mutalated corpse of what was once Shrike78 lies in the corner. "You shouldn't have said you didn't."








Flames engulf the building that contains Shrike78. His murderer was never found.
Sorry Shrike78, I really like your posts, it was just an example. Besides you did the same thing to some one to.

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

my tummy hurts.....



my tummy hurst 2x's



my tummy really ([b]BLARGH!!!!)


that was really funny, and now my freinds all think I'm a psycho... or a really bad joker impersonator, (we just finished watching Dark Knight... again)

When you start thinking that in 40000 years this will all be real.

Correction: in 37992 years.

Yeah, all is real. But you don't find the right enemies.