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Theres a lot of hate on this forum for 40k. Lets try and bring some positivity back to 40k. There must be those moments on the bored where you just had a great time. Something exemplary happened. YOu needed to take an objective that was guarded by a tank and a lone gaurdsman destroyed it and earned a promotion. Maybe you were getting battered by s9 weapons but you somehow survived?

Tell me about those moments that really made you think "wow, this is why i play 40k"

Personally I will never forget a lone sm sergeant cut through a squad of 9 of my guardsmen solo. I ordered those badboys in there thinking "yeh someone will manage to take him down" and turn after turn watching him slowy cut down my brave men. To give them credit, they did the emperor proud by hanging in there as long as they did before turning around and being cut down.

I used Scout Sgt Telion's BS6 to 'guide' a Krak missile to snipe a Tau Battlesuit Commander through the narrow window of a ruin on Turn 1 - the first shot of the game. The Commander was Instant Killed. It was a small 500pt game so it was particularly painful for the Tau player. Still, his entrenched Fire Warriors tore up my footslogging scouts and I lost the game anyway but it was worth it.

Another time, I used Kayvaan Shrike and a big 10 man Assault Squad to Outflank and Assault (from reserve) a large Imperial Guard Infantry blob, chewing through 30+ Infantry and Veterans in a couple of turns. I was losing the game up until that moment, and in an instant I went from being on the backfoot with my opponent advancing on me and mowing my Marines down down with teams of plasma gunners and Veterans, to being on the Offensive.


Both were in 5th Ed.

My 3rd edtion Trukk survived every Death and Glory attempt made against it. Routinely shrugging off Lascannon and Missile hits with the 6+ save Armor Plates upgrade and running down hundreds of points in Marines over it's career.

It was the only model I kept when I sold that army.

It's not 40k specifically, but for me it was the last turn of a space hulk mission where my last remaining blood angel slowly backed his way down the corridor away from the genestealers - only to be attacked from behind and savagely killed.

It was cinematic and brilliant, I didn't even care that I lost

Well, nothing outrageous has ever happened to me, but I remember punching a Riptide to death with Necron warriors.

Also, turn one in a game against my girlfriend, I killed her Daemon Prince with one Warp Blast shot, even though she had a 2+ cover save.

One game, I was playing kill points against an Ork friend of mine, and it was the first time I had actually lost to Orks in a good while, but I brought the score from like, 4-8 to like 7-8, simply by shooting his warboss/big mek unit, killing one, and making him fail a leadership and run out of my deployment zone, which then he was considered dead at the end of the game. Then, my overlord got shot by lootas, died, stood back up, and ran towards his board edge for linebreaker. Got shot again, died, got back up. Then climbed through some razor wire, got shot by grots, died, got back up. Then charged his unit of grots, hoping to get a sweeping advance, but they actually MADE their leadership test. It was probably one of the most fun games I've had, even though I lost.

Oh, and making Belial Insta-gib himself with a lowly necron lord was pretty satisfying.

Thne first game I won.

It think it took me 5 or 6 games before I was able to pull out a victory. My friends who introduced me to the game didn't go easy on me as a newcomer...at all. But now I don't go easy on them, so its all good.

I've been playing 40k enough that there are many many memorable events, both good and bad. I think that the best one though is definitely the lone fire warrior sergeant who beat down an imperial assassin in close combat and hung tight on top of that objective until the end of the game.

So many moments stick in my mind, but these are the three that really hit 11 on the Epic-o-meter:

3rd Place: One of my first games of 6th Ed, I think, with Space Wolves and Guard against Tau. Going into the last turn, I was down to about a dozen models after my Guard had been blown away in droves and my Wolves had fluffed more melta rolls that was reasonable, I was 3 points down on objectives. The only unit I had in position to do anything was 4 Grey Hunters that were about 18" from an objective. Between them and the objective was a Hammerhead gunship, 9" away. I move up, declare a charge, and make it into combat. I wreck the tank with Krak Grenades, and then roll to consolidate... and roll a 3. I make the move, and they end up 2.9 inches from the Objective, scoring it and pulling out a draw! I have never been so relieved with rolls.

2nd Place: This one was actually against me; I lent a friend some Space Wolves to play against my Guard, and having shot a Grey Hunter squad down to 1 guy with a powerfist, I charge in with 20-odd Guardsmen. I manage to fail to wound with the best part of 40 attacks, and then he swings. 3 hits. 3 wounds... As I pick up the dice to roll Leadership, Iron Maiden's 'Run to the Hills' comes on the radio (you can see where this is going...) I roll Ld and fail, and the whole squad are run down by the victorious Space Wolf! Run to the Hills indeed.

1st Place: In a game with my IG against my own Blood Angels (again I'd lent them out), it's coming up to Turn 4 I think, and I need to protect am infantry squad from a Dreadnought that is approaching all too rapidly. I divert a Veteran Squad that had been in a shootout on the right flank, and throw them into the path of the Dread, rolling with 3 meltaguns. I fail to do any damage. Seeing nothing else for it, I charge in with the bold Veterans, and the Dread hits first, taking out all but the Sergeant with a Power Fist. The Sarge swings, and does nothing, but passes leadership and hangs in there.

A 4-round boxing match ensues that lasts until the end of the game, in which the irate Dread entirely fails to kill the Sarge, who in return does little more than glance the Dread for a Hull Point. May not have saved me the game like the Space Wolf in my first example, as I won this one comforably, but there's something about Sergeant 'Ironballs' of the 1st Antor Veteran Company standing in the path of the walking tomb of an Angel of Death, holding the line while his comrades were torn apart around him and ultimately giving as good as he got, becoming an example to Guardsmen everywhere and a reminder that it's not the Space Marines who get all the glory.

Honourable mention: I once had a lone IG plasma gunner rack up over 150 points of kills on Space Marines over the course of the game, despite being the last of his squad for most of the game. The man just wouldn't go down, and kept firing to the last, bagging half a dozen marines, a Librarian and a Dreadnought!

I have an ancient metal bike-mounted techmarine (with a wrench in his hand. it came out before Servo-Arms were a thing.) I crafted a scratch-built servo-arm, painted it up, and brought it out for my first game in twenty years (I last played 2nd edition, and at this point, it was 6th)

He spent most of the game sitting behind an immobilized Dreadnought, trying to get the stinkin' thing moving with no luck at all. In my opponent's last turn, he blew up the dread with a missile from the two remaining members of a tac squad exactly 24" away sitting on an objective on the ground floor inside some ruins. I turned the bike towards the ruins, moved my full range and opened up with the bike's TL bolters, hitting nothing. I figured "what the hell" and rolled for charge range...scoring boxcars! Shocked, I rolled for terrain and passed it with flying colors and moved the bike into base contact by standing it vertically on it's front tire leaning back against the wall. I subsequently managed to dismantle these two marines with a Hammer of Wrath strike on one, and Servo-Arm strike on the other, denying him the objective, and winning the game.

It is definitely one of the more mentally visual moments of 40K for me. I can picture this massive armored rider on a screaming bike exploding through a wall and landing smack dab on top of one guy, while the Servo-Arm lashes out to his partner and crushes the life out of him.

 Paradigm wrote:


A 4-round boxing match ensues that lasts until the end of the game, in which the irate Dread entirely fails to kill the Sarge, who in return does little more than glance the Dread for a Hull Point. May not have saved me the game like the Space Wolf in my first example, as I won this one comforably, but there's something about Sergeant 'Ironballs' of the 1st Antor Veteran Company standing in the path of the walking tomb of an Angel of Death, holding the line while his comrades were torn apart around him and ultimately giving as good as he got, becoming an example to Guardsmen everywhere and a reminder that it's not the Space Marines who get all the glory.

HAHAAHA smiled the whole time i read that one. I can just picture that sergeant punching the dreds shin whilst the dread cant quite reach down to whack a mole him on the head

My favorite moment was taking out a Khorne Lord of Skulls with Logan Grimnar and then dying in the resulting explosion.

I have many fond memories of 40K but one of the most glorious was facing off against a lad with a Chaos army that was easily four times the size of my own. This was back during 2nd Edition and my Space Marine army consisted of two combat squads at that time.

Arrayed against me was an army of thirty Khorne Berserkers and a squad of Havocs positioned on a tower. Seeing my pitiful force the chap spent a good ten minutes during set up describing at length how he was going to utterly destroy me.

We roll for first turn and I win. Lining up with a Heavy Plasma Gun on his Havocs I hit dead centre, and since they were all bunched up on the tower the blast template covered them all and each one of them was killed in a single shot.

That left his Berserkers with a long slog to run across the battlefield as my puny Space Marines gunned them down turn after turn. Needless to say the trash talking died with the Havocs and my opponent barely uttered a word afterwards. Good times.

One of the first games I played, with a tiny Imperial Guard force against Grey Knights. IIRC the numbers were about even, perhaps somewhat in his favour. The Guardsmen did however, have a secret weapon. They were Schaeffer's Last Chancers, and as such they all had armoury/special weapons access. Several turns of demo-chargey, power weapony, melta-gunny, plasma filled goodness later, and the victory was ours.

 scottmmmm wrote:
It's not 40k specifically, but for me it was the last turn of a space hulk mission where my last remaining blood angel slowly backed his way down the corridor away from the genestealers - only to be attacked from behind and savagely killed.

It was cinematic and brilliant, I didn't even care that I lost

If Space Hulk counts, then I shall relay two tales for you fine folks.

The first, is that of Gideon the Gormless, most useless Marine ever to grace the chapter. A Sergeant in the First Company, he died and resurrected several times during the the fighting on the Sin of Damnation. At no point during his many lives did he live past his first encounter with a Genestealer. Despite being on guard at the time. At one point he rolled a 2+1, then re-rolled and got a 1+1.

The second, is of Brother Goriel. I was playing Regroup, with 3 marines left on the map and one exited already. Two were near the teleporter, but due to Gideon getting himself killed my original breakthrough group would not be enough to secure victory. Brother Goriel, left at the start of the map to cover a Genestealer entry, was forced to sprint across the entire map and into the teleporter. Chased by Genestealers all the way. Somehow, I always rolled 3 or more command points, allowing him to stay one step ahead.

6th edition Apoc game.

I had a big Mek with SAG

Opponent had a riptide across the table from me jackin' us up.

Aim SAG, roll a direct hit. Roll on SAGs strength and I get

He fails his cover save and removes the bastard from the game

Definitely the time I jumped a squad of Seraphim in behind a Stompa on a ridiculously small 4x4 board during 5th edition and sent it apocalyptic with my melta pistols, killing everything on the board except my Exorcist.

Haven't played a lot of 40K yet, since I'm a slow painter but insist on having a fully painted army to play with, but in my first game something pretty funny happened. I was playing an intro game against the store manager, Sisters vs Dark Angels. I had a squad of Battle Sisters with their superior up front, and a squad of Dark Angels fired on them. 7 of the shots hit the superior, but then, when I rolled for her armour saves... They all passed. At the time, I couldn't help but laugh at the idea of seven bolt rounds impacting on the Superior and simply not taking her down. Fun stuff.

Hmmm... my most memorable as it happened Saturday. Otherwise, so many to think about over the years.

I have a BuffCommander decked to the hilt Tanking for a squad of MP Suits.

3/4 Failed 2+ Armor Saves
1/1 Failed LOS
1/1 Failed 4++
4/4 Failed FNP ... later my opponent managed to kill My Buffcommander with less firepower than it should have taken to put one wound on him. So, 1st Turn with hard counter Infiltrating Grav Bikes and SM Beatstick barring down on my army he manages to take out the linchpin of my army and a Riptide before I"ve gotten to do anything. That will teach me for rolling three 2+ ASs at the same time on my Commander.

We didn't get to finish the game but after T3 I was down one VP but it wasn't looking good. Made up for me tabling him T4 the game before. Great times with a great opponent.

In two games in my first turn i managed to kill a knight with missile and las dev squad missile on one other melta drop pod squad and missile devs i thought the where tuffer but die rather easy.

2 Recent highlights...

My Furioso Dreadnought used his magna-grapple to pull a Warhound Titan into assault. Though of course immediately after the Warhound stomped the Dreadnought into a massive explosive cloud, that nearly killed my assault squad; but it was fun none-the-less.

During a Maelstrom of War mission my opponent's goal was to issue a challenge... he chose his Striking Scorpion Exarch to challenge my Broodlord... I immediately dubbed his Exarch "Prince Oberyn" and kept shouting, "You raped her! - You murdered her!" ...of course - my Broodlord squashed the Exarch's head open!

 Gunzhard wrote:
My Furioso Dreadnought used his magna-grapple to pull a Warhound Titan into assault. Though of course immediately after the Warhound stomped the Dreadnought into a massive explosive cloud, that nearly killed my assault squad; but it was fun none-the-less.

That is incredible and hilarious, but provides a prime example of why I think the magna grapple is a badly written piece of equipment. I'd be more satisfied if there was a phrase written in about how the dreadnought gets pulled towards the target in certain cases. I know it's the same thing pretty much, but a dreadnought doing the equivalent of some guy standing on a pier and reeling in a humpback whale bare handed.

Sorry. Didn't mean to ruin your epic moment.

I was 14 years old, 2nd edition had been released a few months prior. My friend Gapeto (Nickname) and Jamie were playing a game.

Jamie was playing Blood Angels, Gapeto was playing Eldar.

Now at the time you couldn't see through the templates they were paper.

Gapeto shot a D-Cannon at one of Jamies units and proceeded to lay down the template.

A argument ensued over who was covered and whether it was 50% or not, things go heated and a Jamie pushed Gapeto.

Gapeto had been taking Taek Wondo lessons since he was 6. He grabbed Jamie and proceeded to monkey flip him, then kipped up just like Captain Kirk in Star Trek.

Dave the manager at the time ran from behind the counter, we thought to stop it. No Dave picked up a folding chair and then produced a actual honest to god switchblade.

Then started goading Gapeto and Jamie to take the switchblade.

Thankfully our friend Ward was there and broke them up.

So that's the most amazing thing I've ever seen over a 40k game.

Haha. My veteran Sargent is ALWAYS the last guy alive in his games. I have so many photos of him standing off alone against a horde of Space marines, Necrons, Wraith Guard and the list goes on. Alwaysm him with his pipe, Power Sword and Plasma Pistol.

Whenever I think of my army the first thing that comes to mind is this one man, always standing alone, surrounded by his dead comrades, waiting for the enemy to finish him off.

Dreadknight's heavy incinerator aims at my kroot squad, covers all ten.
Four dies.

Great thread, and tough one too. Definitely one of the most memorable (and because it's >10 years ago), was in a tourney - first shot of the first shooting phase of the first game, and my Farseer on jetbike throws his singing spear at the first-ever Monolith seen in this part of the world, pens and blows it up!

that can never happen now!

A Tyranid Prime and his Warrior buddies charged my recently kitbashed Harbinger of the Storm. My Stormtek had brought a Lightning Field to the battle, and I rolled enough hits and he failed enough saves to ID the entire squad. I call him the Bug Zapper, and he is more important to Zhandrek's retinue than the Vargard.

My most memorable moment was my Logan grimnar have a very lucky round and take down sixty odd cadians.

That or seeing my thunder wolf cavalry destroying a stormlord, my friend was not impressed, the dice gods were on my side that day

When my Ministorum Priest survived all of the Bloodthirster's attacks with his invuln save and manage to Smash the last wound off the GD.

The time when the Furioso Dread killed 4 Repentia but the last one with 4 attacks exploded him comes as a close secone.

2 full squads of Necron Warriors fire on my 5 GK powered armored purg squad and get 51 wounds. I saved them all on a 3+ and was only roling to see how bad he had killed the squad.

Only memorable because it was a disaster.

This is back in the 90s. I had an army of Space Marines that were all plastic, except for the Dread. I was playing against Genestealers, who were all metal. The game was inside a place where there was no air conditioning, and my army was sitting beside a big plate glass window.

We finished a game, decided it was too hot to continue, and left everything on the table while we went to cool off. Came back and my marines were melting. Arms were drooping, torsos were warping, guns were suddenly aimed at the floor, heads were popping off, etc. His genestealers, that were metal, were too hot to handle.

We moved everything into the shade and counted our losses. I lost 60% of my ultramarines that day.

Wow. That's crazy did the window make some sort of magnifying effect?