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Yeah I apparently have a good habit of avoiding property damage pyschos. My exwife tried to kill me, not break my stuff. Thankfully other then a fear of cast iron skillets I survived that evil witch.

Miss Dee wrote:I sat on a former friends fighter Corsair or was it a Wildcat cant remember

The wildcat got a tazzy hammer

A friend of mine had a excellent paint, and custom sculpted Slaanesh Chaos army. He cheated on his girlfriend, and came home to find that one by one she had thrown each one into the garbage disposal, and ground them into gunk.

Another buddy came home from work one day to find his now ex-wife had thrown all of his warhammer stuff on the lawn, and stomped them to pieces. Lucky for him he had one army in the trunk of his car.
It was a vast collection that included a lot of expensive old irreplacable models.

Worst for me was at a tournament I had just finished assembling, and painting my hive tyrant when a buddy picked it up to look at it.
I turned only to hear it hit the hard tile floor having slipped through his hand, and watched as pieces flew in every direction.
So I had to play the entire tournament with bits, and a pair of legs on a base.

My wife was playing with our dog in the livingroom and she knocked over the Beast Lord Rakarth on his black dragon that I spent weeks painting. She then glued it back together and replaced it in its spot. I didn't notice for a week or so and by then its a bit to late to be to angry.

I had a friend accidentally sit on my leman russ. I was moving it from the model shop and put it on the seat in my car. Sadly this man was quite heavy, and it flattened the poor tank.

I don't think I posted this way back at the beginning when I mentioned what one ex did, but I have another story from family:
My aunt's boyfriend was really interested in my painting and models, and saw that my brand new, fully painted Soul Grinder (when they first came out) had pose-able claws. He then said "look, I have an earring!" I turned and saw he had closed the claw on his ear and moved his hand. It then crashed on the floor and the arm broke off and one leg snapped off. It was easily fixed, but he felt truly awful about it, and I probably could have guilt-talked him into buying me a second one. However, I'm too nice (despite my occasional tough-guy internet talk).

Issa was paintin ma porky when his arm fell off... does that count??

ummmmmmm No

Had a buddy spend all day gluing 2000 pts of tau together in the shack outside my house where we play. He went to store them in my basement while carrying them in a big box but apparently forgot how to walk down a non-carpeted staircase.

All I heard was the crashing and swearing.

Lots of exploded minis but we were able to recover them all. Looking back it was kind of hilarious

 TheShack wrote:
Had a buddy spend all day gluing 2000 pts of tau together in the shack outside my house where we play. He went to store them in my basement while carrying them in a big box but apparently forgot how to walk down a non-carpeted staircase.

All I heard was the crashing and swearing.

Lots of exploded minis but we were able to recover them all. Looking back it was kind of hilarious

Having your stuff broken accidentally by others is painful, but I have to say that nothing stings more than accidentally doing it yourself... Especially over something as simple as "watching where you're going".

Well, I(and siblings) are not very good at closing doors, so I went out one day with my bedroom door open, 1 hr later I had my newly painted 10 men death company out in the yard in pieces, apparently dogs really like plastic.

Cats would drink my painting water. After paint my grey knights for a few weeks their gak would sparkle.

Gf wouldn't dare break my stuff. Never hit her but non violence is the best way.

Argh! Finally got one.

On return home from a night at the games club, I had a Griffon tank conversion left on a box in the kitchen. Mrs notprop then lifted the box to get a letter underneath said box.

The nice new shiney box was a Zombiecide box so very shiney and very slippery. [slowmo mode on]. I watch in disbelief as as the tank slides inch by inch across the box, then on to the work surface and the even more excruciatingly on to the hardwood floor as it cartwheels about the place. NNNNNnnnnnnnnoooooooooo! [slowmo mode off]

I pick it up and note multiple missing now lost under the washing machine peices and multiple dings in the paintwork. The Mrs ever ignorant of all things wargaming sees that it has not broken in two and comments somewhat halfheartedly : "phew! It didn't break, still you have lots of those anyway".

I nearly did something I would regret at that point.... I say regret.....