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I feel like being a big ole' schmutz today so I wanna hear some good stories about great games, or a great model, whatever you want to post!

I'll start.

I got into warhammer a bit late (freshman year of highschool). I had always wondered what was in those Games Workshops I saw all the time. I knew what Space Marines and junk were and all that because I played DOW. So I decided to go and get into it. I bought the blackreach set and spent three or four days in store making friends and building Orks. There was a local there though who nobody liked though. Let's call him Nurgle for now.
He was a big guy, much like myself, but he likely didn't bathe too often because every time he came in you could just feel the hairs on the back of your neck rise in disgust. Nurgle smelled like godawful trash, and he acted like it too. He was practically a walking cliche; he was rude, loud, and always made fun of new people when they came in. One day he was being particularly rude and calling Ork players gak or something so I decided to step up.
I had no codex, only 400 points worth of models, and had never played a game before. He had a space marine force, Ultramarines, with two sternguard squads and scouts and he was a pretty good player.

I had no idea how to play so the manager said he'd watch over our game. I just played Orks like they were portrayed... Relentless and charge-happy.
I got so goddamn lucky. I kept rolling fives and sixes and slaughtered this little gak on my first game. I felt so good and he was so mad he left.

Good day 9/10.

Going to tournaments every 3-5 months. I've been to one this year from what I can recall, and only a handful of people attended because it was poorly organised. I'm not preparing or waiting for any right now because literally no clubs near me are running them. People are still playing 40k though, getting games isn't that difficult though I am getting increasingly concerned that soon it will be.

I miss...
3rd ed Lootas.

Now for those who started Warhammer later in years, Lootas didn't have these Deffguns they get now. Oh no. Instead choose one of the folloiwng: SM Tac Squad, SM Devastator Sqaud, SM Scout Squad, IG Infantry Squad, IG Fire Support Squad, or IG Anti-tank Squad. The Lootas got the weapon options from the chosen squad. So, for example, you could have Lootas running around with Sniper Rifles or SM Shotguns. If your opponent agreed, you could use any army list options, so you could have Lootas running around with Pulse Carbines.

Furthermore, Lootas had a special rule where if you rolled a 1 to hit with a looted weapon, the Loota just shot one of his buddies in the back.

Now imagine a 5 man squad of lootas with plasma guns rolling 1's to hit. Not only are they overloading their weapons, they are shooting each other in the backs.

My best 40k moment has to be from a 2v2 BA/DA vs Guard and Sisters. Two of us older players were introducing a couple of young kids to the game, and contrary to what the internet would have you expect, they caught on fast, played well and really got into it. I'd lent them two of my painted armies, was using my painted Guard and my teammate had a painted Sisters army, and we were paying on a fully modelled city board with 8-9 really cool buildings on it, so the whole thing looked awesome. It was an awesome game all round, but this moment is the standout:

Turn 4, and a Blood Angels Dreadnought is advancing on my lines, towards an objective I need to hold to win. I divert a meltagun Vet squad to handle it, and all three meltas fail to kill it. In a last ditch attempt to maybe stall it for one more turn, I charge them in. 2 go down to Overwatch, 4 are left standing. By the time the Dread has finished, only the Power Fist sergeant is standing...

By the end of Turn 5, 4 rounds of combat later, he's still there, the Dread has lost a hull point and the Sergeant is untouched. He saved the objective and probably the game.

So that's my favourite 40k memory. The day a Guardsmen went four rounds with a Dread, and WON!

For me it is two different kinds of memory: the general feeling about 40k and the game itself.

In terms of memories it definitely is 2nd edition which I started with when I was in high school in the early to mid 90s. 40k just was something entirely different and I enjoyed thinking about the game and the fluff in boring school lessons. The fluff got richer and more professional later, but back then everything was right: I had time, I had some models and rulebooks and I had friends with whom I could play. After that life always changed so that I missed time or people to play with.

In terms of the game I've had so many fun situations with friends that I can't really single one out. Maybe that one game where we decided to stop discussing "It's in cover. No it's not." and just rolled with a D6 (1-3: it is not in cover) each time a discussion started. Ever since that day people in our group decided that if the question is "Is it in cover?" the answer will be yes. Games got much faster and much more fun since then.

My fondest memory was from back in 2nd edition. My friend's Howling banshees charged into my Gretchin, who held despite losing several.

The Ork boyz behind them moved up to about 6 inches away and I yelled, "Don't worry ladz, we'll save yerz, hur hur hur!"

I then proceeded to drop 10 frag grenades on the combat. I wiped out my grots AND the banshees (and a few orks... scatter is a bitch). ;D

I got to attend NOVA last year; my favorite memory is walking in (slightly hungover) on the first day of the GT and seeing 40k armies and tables stretch forever. Just the diversity and quantity of 40k armies and players was awesome, I couldn't go this year due to a war with real bullets, but I will definitely go back.

My new favorite moment in 40k, my Lord Commissar downed an Avatar of Khaine, in a 2nd consecutive assault phase. Then he proceeded to 1 shot a Crimson Hunter flyer with his Plasma Pistol on the following turn. We are the Emperor's Wrathful justice!

Best moment ever: getting two of my Sisters of Battle Blobs and all my tanks blown off the board in turn one with a raging plasma cannons storm. Then winning with the Seraphim. Most EPIC comeback ever.