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One kid I introduced to 40k was having trouble with his grey knights especially against blood angels (the ward dex for both at the time). H felt that it was impossible for him to win with his Crowe Purifier army. I watched a game between him and the local BA player and lo and behold, he was swept. I asked him if I could have a try and he said sure. So the BA player and I went head to head in the single most bloody battle I've played.

The dice weren't entirely in my favor - I hadn't performed the appropriate rituals to the dice gods - and at turn 5, all that was left on the board was Castellan Crowe locked in a duel against the Sanguinor. We were both down to a single wound at this point, but I felt confident that Crowe would hold out. So we do our rolls and Crowe whiffs his attacks failing to wound. The Sanguinor is able to deal two wounds and I fail one. The BA player had a smug look on his face as he began declaring his victory. I asked him to hold off because I wasn't done. He had a look of utter confusion on his face and then I told him that Crowe had a chance to take his opponent down with him in close combat. I was certain though it didn't matter considering how I had just rolled a ridiculous amount of ones - assumed the dice gods were punishing for playing an army that wasn't my own - and in that moment of surrender, I guess the gods smiled upon me. Crowe took down the Sanguinor.

So there we were gawking at a now empty table when the store owner walks up and asks if we're starting a game. We shake our heads and tell him we just finished. He asks us who won and I just point to the grey knight codex which is open to Crowe's entry, tapping his special rules. The store owner looks at it, and then it dawns upon him what just happened and he practically screams, "No fething way!"

That was the first and only time I had witnessed such a complete and utter case of mutually assured destruction.

Now that in itself wasn't that funny but the BA player to this day gets ticked and claims that I stole his win from him. I just think he's upset that that was the only time he ever came close to beating me in all the times we've played. And i take a certain amount of smug satisfaction from knowing that.