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Fairly new to 40k so not a whole lot of games under my belt yet but I've spent every Saturday for a few months playing.

Any ways my worst experience wasn't really caused by anyone.
It was a six sided every man for himself game we got off the internet called triumph or treachery.
The game itself was fairly fun. Everyone brought 1000 points. I was playing Nurgle CSM and by turn 2 I was shot off the board except for 1 model. I was hiding my lone plague marine behind terrain and just hoping to survive until turn 5 because in this game mode you could still win if you had more "gold" than everyone at the end. So I literally spent 3 turns doing absolutely nothing only to be killed by a DA ravenwing squad running over to kill me and take my gold on the last turn.
If you have ever watched roughly 4K worth of points move around for 3 turns you know my pain.

Worst experience I had in 40k was actually getting into 40k

I loved my Chaos Space Marines, and at the end of it, had collected almost 40k points of them, but not before trying out Eldar, Daemons, Tau and even Regular Space Marines. I was so disappointed in Chaos in general I ventured from my original army and started broadening my collection in hopes of winning, even if barely, just to have a bit of fun outside of terribly balanced mechanics and the standard "Pay to win" army choices I had run into. Hell after dabbling into Forgeworld, I finally realized that playing 40k with competitive people, meant you all should simply play the competitive armies and never look back.

After starting the other armies, I slowly sold off my CSM and Daemons, knowing full well they would never get love and a proper Codex. I sold more and more over the last year and finally have rid myself of all my 40k models aside from the few I have kept because of my time put into Kitbashing them. I look at all these "Rules" that have come out for them, and don't regret for a second selling them off.

The worst experience in my last 10 years of this hobby was literally Collecting the thing I loved most, because some guy in a suite says "Chaos are the bad guys and anyone who plays them should spend more money in order to be on equal grounds as the other guys" So I ask, what is the point in spending money on a hobby that literally, at ever turn, kicks you while you're down? None.

I miss playing, I miss painting, but I don't miss being ostracized because of my chosen army.

Probably my worst 'experience' wasn't a single game but in two clubs.

So here in Boulder, the 40k selection is limited, or it was.

I was either stuck playing at this piece of crap run down half magic/half warhammer store, they had crap terrain (like soda cans and drink holders from mcdonalds) and usually this would be okay if the people were decent, but only about 3 of the 10 or so kids that went there were alright.

One combo of twins constantly whined about how overpowered everything is, another had an extremely poorly painted army that he really didn't care about but used to play net lists with (2+++ jinky ravenguard) and a daemon player who didn't understand the basics of the rules. The worst part was the 'Leader' of the club, a 19-20 year old who was sorta the oldest there so he kinda took charge. Mixed with an incredibly large ego (literally this guy denied the existence of the ferni paradox and didn't understand cellular respiration, which is okay if you don't market yourself as an incredibly talented and smart intellectual). Worst part, I don't want to drop a hard B word but he was extremely abusive to my brother and I simply because we took the hobby so seriously (He got away with this because I guess his 19 beats my 16)

The other store met on Thursdays (not ideal when I have school and the sort) but they had incredibly nice tables and terrain, however, there were about 4 'regulars' two being complete neckbeards (both playing post decurion tyranids and or CSM so they complained all the god damn time). An incredibly friendly Necron player and an awesome Dark Eldar player... But neither of them came to the store regularly so I was very shoehorned with games (as the two bearable players came about once a month so it was very annoying)

Eventually the Gamesworkshop in boulder opened up so now I play there, but it was a very crappy few months for wargaming back then.

~Mikey

Worst experience was when escalation had been rolled into 6th edition and our LGS was trying new things out seeing what worked and what didn't.
so naturally they had a no ban list tournament as a sort of fun one off event.

round one, double transcendent C'tan each with double hellstorm templates. Army was gone in a matter of minutes turn one.

The guy who brought them we nicknamed "swamp frog" for every reason you can imagine. After the event we spoke to him and said

"hey dude maybe dont be that guy next time, aight?"

he respoded by saying: "you think this is the worst i can bring?"

Running mass newbie game where kids would deliberately try to slow play so their opposing team wouldn't get their second turn, people would try throw extra squads on the table while your back was turned. Hell, but they seemed to enjoy it.

Went 0-4 at a GT. Round five I ran into the guy who wanted to 'not place last" at the event.

Honestly, I've never had a really bad experience with people. Luck, I guess. Some of the stories here are just horrifying, though. Makes me leery about trying to get my nephew into the hobby.

I have had some pretty bad experiences injuring myself with my own models, including giving myself a puncture wound with a metal spear that became infected. That was pretty unpleasant!

Maybe even the worst for me? Perhaps.

Oh, if we count modelling injuries, I once cut myself on the Citadel mould line remover. It removed my store manager's ability to say it was impossible to cut yourself on.

 Verviedi wrote:
Oh, if we count modelling injuries, I once cut myself on the Citadel mould line remover. It removed my store manager's ability to say it was impossible to cut yourself on.

Is this also counting the Apocalypse Template frisbee incident?

...I try not to think or talk about that.

Oh, fine. Storytime.
Fact. I am not always intelligent in real life. I'm sure multiple posters on this forum can back this up.
Second fact. The 15" apocalypse template is disk-shaped.

So, I picked it up, and immediately decided to step outside of the store to see if it was throwable as a frisbee. It was. It landed in the middle of a giant, thorny bush. About a meter in. I had to wade through that giant, thorny bush to get it back. My legs hurt for two days, despite the fact that I was wearing thick jeans. I quickly learned to never do that again.

 Verviedi wrote:
...I try not to think or talk about that.

Oh, fine. Storytime.
Fact. I am not always intelligent in real life. I'm sure multiple posters on this forum can back this up.
Second fact. The 15" apocalypse template is disk-shaped.

So, I picked it up, and immediately decided to step outside of the store to see if it was throwable as a frisbee. It was. It landed in the middle of a giant, thorny bush. About a meter in. I had to wade through that giant, thorny bush to get it back. My legs hurt for two days, despite the fact that I was wearing thick jeans. I quickly learned to never do that again.

Thank you for that story.

WHile i had a few beefs with some poeple and some games, it was mostly small things, like one dude had made a mistake on his list and had 3 extra units, but i knew the guy, so i knew it was a genuine mistake.

Another one bailed on me and called me a cheater, because at the time of 3Rd Ed Demons could DS and assault the same turn, so he packed his stuff.

The worst i can remember was in a Tourney back in 4th or 5th?

It was a team Tourney 1000pts each, so a buddy of mine and I decided to go with our respectif favorite armies, my World Eaters, his Thousand Sons.

I Had Kharn, 1 unit of Zerkers, 1 unit of CSM, 1 Termicid, A Raider, Rhinos, 3 Defilers( when they where 150pts each), a bikers squadron and something else, but i don't recall what it was...

He had Arhiman, lots of rubricea, Posseseds, a T DPrince, a pred a vindi some rhinos and some Spawns.

So everything goes pretty smoothly, we get nice points in our first 2 games, we played a Nid and Deldar pair, was an interesting game, we ended up with a comfortable marging of VP's.

Second game Vs an Eldar Deldar pair, game was a bit more tight, but still fun, we cracked some jokes with the guys, ended with a minor victory.

The 3rd game though went weird, we faced a Death Guard Necron pair, the DG was pretty classic, nothing my buddy and i din't expect, a Dprince of Nurgle, lots of Plagues a few rhinos some vindis and a dread.

The Cron guy had 4 Warriors units, 2 Lords with Orbs, and 2 Monoliths, with 3 destroyers.

The Cron guy had a really cool paintjob with nice and intriguing patterns.

So the game is going, why TS buddy as some difficulties with the DG guy, because he passes a lot, and i say a LOT of FnP rolls, but he manage to score VP's with the perculiar scenario conditions( had to get to an objective marker and hold it, it was some kind of computer that we needed to hack to get data, first turn you'll get 3 Vp's for it, second turn you'll get 2 Vp's, then each subsequent tunrs you'll get 1 Vp, i know its a bit weird but hey).

Unfortunatly on my side, the way he deployed his models, first turn he was on the objective and got the 3Vp's.

I proceed to transform his Warriors and lords into scrap metal, with little to no losses, my defilers managed to cripple/destroy his Monoliths, while Kharn and the Zerkers, just plow through the Crons, with their poor combat capabilities.

And here is the weird part.after the CC was finished, there was only his Lord with Orb and 3 Warriors left, he as to roll LD, he fails and flee, i get to run him down, destroy the fleeing models, so it should be it.

For some reason he don't take the models off the board and starts to roll WBB, now the Cron Dex still wasn't updated at the time, but their was a lot of FaQs, he tells me that since he has the Orb he can roll for the WBB, i said yes, at the end of the turn, but since they where fleeing and i sweep advanced they can't anymore they are taken off the table as casualty.

He then proceed to show me the FaQs he has on pdf on his PSP, the thing was so small you could barely read it, i tell him that as suspected he can't do that.

He then calls a judge, we where at the end of the day, the guy was clearly washed and had a few beers, so i hardly see how he managed to read anything on that dudes PSP, but he then says" yeah sure he can do that"...

I'm like okay, never mind he will get 2-3 of them back and i will roll them over again, no biggy.

...He manage to get 8 CRONS BACK UP!!!, then per the rules they join the closesd unit, so my 6 man Zerker squad and Kharn is suddently faced with 18 Crons and 2 Lords, he shots 36 times with his guns, i'm don to 1 Zerker and Kharn, whiel the same happens with his other units and my units.

I manage to assault and still Win, he flees and i run him down again, but because of that "Super Orb" he gets 15 models back up..., it was endless, in the end i had Kharn on his own with like 3 CSM and one Defiler left, when just moments ago i was steamrolling his army.

In the end all of his units where togheter into a super Cron unit of like 35 models, the rapid firing of their gauss guns was just£...urgh...

And thats how we ended up loosing, my other buddies from our club came to see what was going on i explain to them, and the few of them who was Ruleslawyers said that i was right, he shouldn't be able to do it.

The underliyng story is that our group was well knowed on the Belgian toruney scene, and the TO's who where supposedly friends with the Club Chief, din't want any of us winning because of some arguments they had months ago.

The other guys of our club are seasoned Tourney veterans with well oiled lists and they know how to play it, so they din't really run in any predicament, but me and my buddy weren't tourney specialist, so when an issue arised, and the Judge saw an opportunity, he purposfully drove us into the ground with his gakky judgement on the rules...

Well me and my mate still placed 8th, wich was a consolation for me since its my Patron sacred number, but whe could have placed 4th or even 3rd with our points.

Other consolation i had this day, was at the lottery, they hosted a lottery with various prizes, the top prize was a Shadowsword/Baneblade kit, i'm the one who got it and went home with it, so take that y'all fethers!

I never went in a tourney ever again, not only for that reason mind you, but it contributed.

 Slayer le boucher wrote:
Other consolation i had this day, was at the lottery, they hosted a lottery with various prizes, the top prize was a Shadowsword/Baneblade kit, i'm the one who got it and went home with it.

This reminds me of an overall great day for me involving a 40k Rogue Trader tourney.

It was at a Plymouth State College Game Day Event thingy. They had over 100 people playing DnD and their were art contests, Dance Dance Revolution Tourney, MtG games and all kinds of other events.

I had recently gotten a friend of mine into 40k and his first army was Necrons (3.5/4 ed)). I had trained him well and he turned out to be a good painter (fantastic nowadays) and he was extremely excited to play in his first Rogue Trader. The tourney was hosted by the Nadick MA GW.

Saddly for him, his first round was against a another Necron player (who had severe physical handicaps... not being rude, it just slows the game down and ran the clock down) who had it in his head that ANY necron unit could be teleported by any monolith. After arguing the point my friend was like "Fine well play it your way. My turn?" and proceeded to teleport all of his opponents necrons through his own blocked portals, destroying his army. Afterword he said "now do you see why it's only your own models?".

Back to my story, I had my first round against Dark Eldar whom I had never faced before. With cleaver placement and firing lanes I was able to take out his 2++ Lord on first turn and prevent all his Webway portals from deploying to close. My Second round was against Orks who ended up with Best Sportsmen which he rightly deserved. My final match was against... my friend.

Last turn of our game bottom of the inning... all he needed to do was resurrect his Lord and the game was his. Alas, he failed and I won. I ended up with Best Overall and my friend got Best Painted.

Meanwhile, on the otherside of the event I had completely forgotten that I had entered the art contests. The categories were Black an White and Color.

I won both with...

And...


Oddly enough the "prize" was a copy of "How to Draw Fantasy Heroes"

My worst experience was about ten years ago, at a GW store. My friend had driven me there, it was about an hour away.

Once there is apparently *insulted* a staff member by calling his Marines "Ultramarines" (they were ultramarine blue, with white chapter insignia). He challenged me to a battle. I had brought my Khorne CSM. A Daemon Prince, Khorne Terminators, Berzerkers, dreadnought, etc. I recall he had a chaplain on a bike, sniper scouts, veterans, a whirlwind and a vindicator.

We rolled for deployment, which he wins. He forces me to deploy on the side that has a large pit across half the edge, and a set of ruins in the corner that mean I'm effectively forced to deploy within a building, with only a small gap to move through (like, 2 inches wide). I'm not able to move through the ruins because they're impassable. He then proceeds to drop pinpoint accurate artillery fire onto my closely corralled force, because of course, he built the board and so knows the measurements exactly.

It took me a long time to regain any interest in playing after that.

Sudowoodo1 wrote:
My worst experience was about ten years ago, at a GW store. My friend had driven me there, it was about an hour away.

Once there is apparently *insulted* a staff member by calling his Marines "Ultramarines" (they were ultramarine blue, with white chapter insignia). He challenged me to a battle. I had brought my Khorne CSM. A Daemon Prince, Khorne Terminators, Berzerkers, dreadnought, etc. I recall he had a chaplain on a bike, sniper scouts, veterans, a whirlwind and a vindicator.

We rolled for deployment, which he wins. He forces me to deploy on the side that has a large pit across half the edge, and a set of ruins in the corner that mean I'm effectively forced to deploy within a building, with only a small gap to move through (like, 2 inches wide). I'm not able to move through the ruins because they're impassable. He then proceeds to drop pinpoint accurate artillery fire onto my closely corralled force, because of course, he built the board and so knows the measurements exactly.

It took me a long time to regain any interest in playing after that.

I'd have told him to feth off. I mean, what the feth? It's mind-boggling how many cases of GW personnel being asssholes appear in this thread.

My first game was rather unpleasant. Went up against an associate who ran crons. In a 500 pt game, I fielded upgraded termagants, a tyranid prime, and a couple hormagaunts, and maybe a carnifex because that was all I had. He brought an airforce. It was a tourney, and I had been playing for maybe a week or two, when I was encouraged to try this. I learned 2 inch spacing is not enough when your opponent fires chain lightning. In the end, I had one lone termagant survive 3 rounds of shooting perched in a jungle going to ground every turn. Then the game ended and about a week later, the tourney fell apart because 75% of the players dropped. I stayed. No prizes, but then again, no entry fee, so I couldn't complain. This is why I talk to my Nids and not most people.

Wouldn't it be awesome if they started talking back?

Worst gaming experience ever was the time a large overhead light fell on the table and smashed the miniatures.

The person I was playing had Blood Angels with a lot of jump packs. Just about every one of them separated from the model. His Dreads were metal, which meant every piece broke apart.

My CSM Land Raider was damaged beyond repair, and a good number of my troops were knocked off their bases.

The worst part was that the artificial ceiling was coming apart, and a ton of dust was kicked up after everything landed. We had to walk down to the hardware store to get masks so we were not choking on the air in there. The dust covered everything and it was a pain to clean the models afterwards.

 Verviedi wrote:
...I try not to think or talk about that.

Oh, fine. Storytime.
Fact. I am not always intelligent in real life. I'm sure multiple posters on this forum can back this up.
Second fact. The 15" apocalypse template is disk-shaped.

So, I picked it up, and immediately decided to step outside of the store to see if it was throwable as a frisbee. It was. It landed in the middle of a giant, thorny bush. About a meter in. I had to wade through that giant, thorny bush to get it back. My legs hurt for two days, despite the fact that I was wearing thick jeans. I quickly learned to never do that again.

Honestly I would have at least strongly considered doing the same.

I was young, gullible, willing to allow my opponent to show me the game...
It was 2nd ed. 40k, His Dark Angels beat my Harlequines largely because Ezekiel turned my Shadow Seer into a Toad... Turns out my opponent's magic card from Hero Quest or White Dwarf or the Beano wasn't a legit 40k Psychic Power. Like I said I was young and very trusting. And he was an ass.

Martel732 wrote:
Every time I play against Tau.

I feel this way about daemons...oh your re-rolling that save? Oh nothing dies? GREAT GAME.

Copied from the other thread into the more relevant one.

I think I'm ready to share my one and only "friendly" local game store story. I was invited out to play Armada by a guy who moved to town recently to marry his girlfriend he met on the internet. He adds me on facebook and I only take a quick glance at his facebook page. No images of him stand out just internet memes and stuff I only glance and say I'll get a good look at him in the store.

He claims to be a newbie during all of this who has only recently started the game. After we establish contact through the flgs community facebook page we start setting armada battle terms.

It's been months since I've played the game so I tell him I'm a little rusty. I say I want a 300 point game (forgetting 400 is standard). He messages me saying he went over with 9 points over and asks me if its okay. I say sure its a friendly game only if I can go over too. He got mad at first but I think he misunderstood me and I say only up to the 9 over he is at and calms down.

The next day he messages me and asks if its okay if we don't play with objectives since he is a newbie and it confuses him. I say sure but something is going off in my brain about how specific of a request this is. I know as a rebel player I often need to play to objectives depending on my list, but maybe he is geunely trying to learn. At the same time how can you learn if your not abiding the rules? I allow him this but have a bad feeling. I bring a back up list that's got some more potency than my nwbie friendly list.

My list was a Rebel Assault Frigate, Nebulon B, and the Mon Calamary Torpedo Frigate. A very light casual list. I also take some A-Wings and some upgrades here and there like the paragon and the enhanced armaments to try and use my side dice. It's decent but fluffy. Just in case I bring a Mon Calamari Cruiser which is the rebels Star Destroyer equivalent since my bad vibes were on full. I was not going to cheese it out. Also I only had Wave 2 ships and am vastly behind in upgrades and only collect rebel ships so some stuff was not available to me. Not that it mattered since I wasn't net listing. The Mon Cal Cruiser was my insurance since he said we might have time for two games and if I needed to up my list a little. I didn't bring the full breadth of cheesy upgrades for it though and was just going to use what I had in my casual list on it.

Two days before the battle I remember I want 400 points and ask if its cool. He says no and gets mad and taunts me a little over this. He also says one other person is coming and I have to fight with him in a 2 on 1 again a bad sign of him power gaming since two strangers who just meet for the first time ever are not going to coordinate well. On top of this he asks for no turn limit since he wants a pure blast them game.

The day before the game he shows me a picture of his case and he has almost two of every ship in the game Imperial and Rebel and all the new ships as well. And front and center is a great big Star Destroyer. I say to myself he won't use it. What kind of newbie is this? I don't upgrade my army and give him the benefit of the doubt despite getting weird vibes.

We meet and immediately something is really off about this guy. Most nerds I know are pretty reserved folks they don't talk much to outsiders and its really hard to get in with them and their cliques. Can't say I'm an exception or the old guy who turned up was an exception. The old dude clearly was a newbie and barely knew how to use a maneuvering tool. The other guy says he watches tournament videos. In my head I say this is weird since he claims to be a newbie now he claims to have watched the national finals and yes he brings a net list just for such an occasion.

My fears are founded when he plops down that ISD, an Imperial Raider with Moff Tarken in it and is clearly net listing the gak out of his army. My list was a casual list that HAD to play to objectives perfectly to stand a chance against the firepower of an ISD or needed perfect micro.

We are setting up the table and talking. He loves to talk about himself a lot. Most people don't spill their guts out and he is an intense starer but many people like him. My dad drove me up there and I see him lingering around a lot watching my opponent. I said we would be x amount of hours and told him when to be back to pick me up. <y dad leaves but comes back a few times within the hour to check on the weird as feth guy.

Anyways when my dad leaves the first time we talk a bit and introduce ourselves. Then he is searching for a word saying he dressed up as Darth Vader for kids in some ward of the hospital and can't remember the name. It was one of the most important aspects of his life and kept boasting about this and how much joy he brought them. I think this is cool at first but he rally really keeps boasting about this and for someone who did ti for most of his life can't seem to remember it's called the terminal ward.

I tell him "yes it's called a terminal ward" He looks at me with those fething weird eyes and stare and looks me down. He says this and I quote "I worked in the terminal ward and it emotionally devastated and destroyed my mind and soul. I've just never been the same." This is one of the first things he says about himself right after we meet him. I have extensive training in psychology but even without that I would hope this would set off alarm bells in most peoples heads at this point.

He also claims to have cancer and it kind of explains his sickly look. I give him one massive benefit of the doubt since I have no way to yet prove he is lying but I'm getting the feeling he is a compulsive liar and I start to formulate some plans to catch him in some lies. Politely to him I say its great he volunteered and I'm sorry to hear about his cancer ect.

He had a very subtle nervous tick this entire time and with his rather alarming stare its creepy and unnerving. Yet he has a sort of charm and has a few people he is acquainted with very faintly. I don't know how much they know of him but I suspect they have no idea about him.

We're about to play and the weird guy starts to talk. He says how he hates X-Wing and can't put it into words. So I ask if its the power creep and he says not really. Only a little. He hates how rigid it is. In armada he says he can take out any and all rules he wants and customize the game to the way he wants to play. He says customize it to the way he wants to play, but I get the sense he is using it to power game the system and make his own rules. We'll see how right I am soon in the farce of a first game. He makes one last backhanded comment "I don't like playing to objectives. i don't feel a game is a victory unless I kill everything and remove it form the table". Right off the bat this is the first big sign I'm at minimum dealing with a douche since eh games the system from the get go.

I put this out of my mind to focus on the game and I know I'm going to lost. So I plan with the cool old dude on my team. As I figured I didn't tell him everything about how the army was going to work. So I went for a bum rush and he went for a cautious approach.

He was a straight up cheating bastard. If I made a mistake from being rusty I let him know and he fixed the mistake to his damage or card effect ect. He knew every rule for his Imperials perfectly and also I caught him cheating with his firing arcs. He was measuring the arcs from the sides of the vessel and not like an arc. SO basically he could shoot his frontal guns almost completely behind him the way he was doing it which is ridiculous.

I point this out and he gets mad. I ask the newbie for support who is no help as he is a newbie and not sure who is right. This is actually his first game. To try and keep things friendly he makes a few "mistakes" and I catch him. I say ah this is a casual game I'll forgive ya and let him do his thing. I make a few mistakes and this is the line I get when I ask if I can just forgive them this round since I did it for him. He turns to me with anger n his face and his creepy eye stare "No. I don't do that kind of stuff for anyone. I don't let that happen." In my head I'm like then why did you accept mine if your such a rule stickler. So I caught him once more in his greed. At this point I amped up my attitude. No more mistakes. No more mercy.

He was getting rules blatantly wrong, he was rolling accuracies on his dace and he loaded his ship with as much blue as possible meaning every fething hit did tons of minimum damage. In the actual game rolling accuracies never does damage unless you have specific upgrade cards for specific effects and while he did have one of the cards it only affected blue dice and not every other dice int he game. So blatant cheating. I tell him this and look in the rules.

All game I call him on BS from the point of game face on and he looks in the rules. I am usually right but he still refuses to accept a lot of rulings and bitches when I look at the rules, but when he needs t look he gets all the time int he world. I try and look for the accuracies thing but he is impatient and its over so I resolved to let it slide until next game.

He never once fessed up to rule breaking unless caught. At this point I was starting to hide a few of my own advantages.

So he agrees to let me make a new list. And this time its 1v1. Cool old dude is not sure what happened and isn't sure who is right. I make a new list and bust out the much better list (but not the best I could have brought). It will have to do. Mon Calamri Cruiser with Ackbar and a few upgrades, rebel assault frigate, and the mon cal torpedo. Not ideal but I think I can make it work.

Cool old dude says he has to go soon but will watch until he goes. :( I'm stuck along with the creep. He comes back in boasting about how great the Imperials are. At this point I'm beginning to dissect his mind a lot and get in there and I'm afraid. I ask him about his collection and how big it is he says this "Yeah my wife says I have a large collection of minis and have been really invested in this game." I caught him in a lie since he said he was a newbie player who had never played. I had at that point caught him lying all night and was getting a very clear idea of what I was dealing with.

I can't find the rules in time to support my firing arc claims and accuracy die so I have to play at a big disadvantage again since the star destroyers arcs are nuts the way he is playing them and he was getting impatient. I look at his list. I'm also at a big disadvantage from accuracy damage since he auto damages me every turn when he shouldn't be and accuracy effect spams me at the same time. It's definitely going to be an uphill battle. He let me make mine first and then made a counter list and metagamed it. I knew he would and he fell into my trap. Without his precious net lists he would be nothing.

I deploy the Torpedo Frigate in his face and go right up in his face and make an actual error. Should have shot at his general when I had the chance and not the ISD and would have killed it and perhaps won still would a been hard, but I had to plan for contingencies. The second mistake I had made was putting the enhanced armaments on the rebel assault frigate. Last game he had the repair station this time I have it and its surrounded by asteroids. He is an aggressive arrogant person who thinks he is always right so I figure he will charge at me like a noob and his the asteroids and debris fields. My third and biggest mistake was putting my rebel assault frigate on the right too far away form the action where it didn't shoot once all game. If I had not made that mistake I would have beat his cheating ass. But I was rusty from not playing for six months or if I had my uber list I would have taken him down or if he had not been a cheating bastard.

He still didn't want to play to objectives (gee I wonder why).

The torpedo suicide runs him and does outstanding damage to him and he is getting mad. I see hi face change into this horrific face of anger and rage while i'm chill. He can't believe this is happening. Then it moves off the board and is gone. I even get a little cocky myself "Typical Imperial Doctrine". The next few turns proceed with me dishing out more damage than his vaunted ISD, transport, and talking can mitigate. If I had the gunnery teams here and more support cards it would have been over by turn 4. My Mon Cal has also taken a beating and my rebel frigate is a non factor since he is too far. I'm a few damage away from dying.

Cool Old Dude is still here and watching. I bro fist him and he laughs and say rebel tactics are prevailing. Then the freaking cavalry arrives his own acquaintances show up to play Armada too and they are rules veterans. Quite quickly they all take my side of the rules debates, but I'm in a bad spot due to my own tactical blunders. Still some of the damage had been done by the cheating and could not be so easily removed since it had been so long ago. My Mon Cal goes up a lot of wounds and shields and he is starting to shake and get angry and his tick is getting worse.

I let this line drop "I'm definitely not leaving the store without buying something today since I really need to update my army." This makes him mad and he look me in the eye with the same creepy stare.

With the fire arcs on my side me and ackbar pound the gak out of him. On turn 5 and 6 he rams through the debris fields and asteroids and takes him down to 1 health. His fighters came boba gett and other heros and take me out. He ISD was one wound from death and he was real worried. If my rebel frigate had survived the fighter swarm it would have gotten it and all his vaunted power and then I would have won if not for time limits being off. As it was he rigged all the games from the start.

He calms down and says that was all according to plan. I call him on his BS and said you didn't expect most of that to happen since you veered into the asteroids to run away from the Ackbar Cruiser. He was really scared he was going to lose. I tell him I didn't bring my fully good list since I can't afford too much and haven't had reason to want any since no one plays me anymore.

He says I have shown him new cheese. Cool Old Dude stuck around for the whole thing and didn't seem to happy to see the donkey-cave had been fething with him all game. I'm waiting for my ride and treating this more like an interesting social experiment. He keeps creepily offering to give me and/or the old dude a ride home and we obviously don't want to be murdered so decline.

He keeps hanging around me and looking over my shoulder keeping a real good eye on me. I know he wants to see what I'm buying so he can power game next game which will never come. He says bye like 8 times and never leaves. Finally on the last time he says bye and I make sure he leaves the store and see the door shut. I wait 10 minutes and make sure he doesn't come back into the store.

I go up to buy the new Liberty Mon Cal Cruiser in stock. I go up to the counter and I hope to god I'm wrong. I'm getting out my debit card and I vaguely hear the store door open. Then he is right fething behind me at the counter. He is taller than me looking right over my shoulder... "That's a very nice Liberty class cruiser your buying. Best thing you could add to your army really..." Same creepy as feth look and smile on his face. I turn around pissed off a little and give him the dirty eye to get him to back up. I hide my pin code as well since he might have also been there to look at that. He had also grabbed a pop to buy on the pretense of wanting something.

I know right fething now something is seriously wrong with this creeper and intend to investigate a lot of his claims when I get back home. He leaves the store again and I hope to god he didn't slink back in to creep me again. I tell my dad about this and as we talk about this over the next little while I begin to notice he has the behavior patterns of a sociopath. I hope to god I'm not right. I tell my dad who is experienced with the real worst of society and while he doesn't know all the scientific terms he says something about the man was off as soon as he seen him. He says he also looked like a hard core cocaine addict.

I check the guys facebook profile and it says he has only been here for a few months allegedly he moved here to marry his girlfriend. I go back to last years posts and no photos of anyone or announcements. No pictures of any girlfriends, friends, or certainly a wife or wedding planning details.

The only shred of truth the guy told me all night that I can verify is he dressed up as Darth Vader last year, but he wasn't with sick kid he was with his coke buddies according to my dad at least from their drugged out picture of them with guns and knives and one in a clown costume from last year I have to agree he is extremely creepy as feth.

Instantly unfriend him, leave all the FLGS groups I'm in since he could see me there, block his ass, and tell everyone I know about him to watch out for him. No one at the gameshelf knows much about the guy either and he rarely shows up or talks much.

I don't treat these a a loss. I don't even treat these farces as a game. He is one fethed up person who creeps me out. The way he tried to almost hug me from behind at the counter and look over my shoulder was the creepiest moment of my life so far by far.

Anyone got some bad stories to top this. There's more tiny details I'm forgetting more lies and rule breaking but suffice to say I think I've given it enough justice. So anyone got a more fethed up story? >

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He also kept trying to ask where me and the cool old dude lived. I didn't tell him much but if I had known what I had from the start I would not have even said that.

My worst experience is when I stayed up for 30ish hours to get my army painted before a Flames of War doubles tournament. I kept falling a sleep, did terrible and felt bad for the guys I was going against for having to deal with me.

That's downright disturbing. How can someone be so... so disconnected to the others' reactions.

When I was younger I lived in the middle of nowhere so there was only 1 GW for miles, and started going there (I played fantasy back then) there was a particular games workshop employee in NSW who was known for his... anger issues? He was known for his outbirsts, screaming at customers, punching holes in walls, throwing models etc etc there were multiple occasions especially if he lost games to cheesy lists where he would scream at customers untill they left the store never to return again (for obvious reasons). I was fairly young (about 14 to 15) and always polite and positive kid. One day the store was empty and he asked if I wanted a game, I said sure. I played dark elves and he played dwarfs and I was fairly new to the game. Midway through the game he encounters some abyssmal rolls, loses his favourite character and proceeds to throw my sorceress at the wall, screams at me and then walks out the shop, I'm there alone for a good 10 minutes standing there alone untill I decide to pack up and leave, picking up the pieces of my favourite model.

To no surprise I shelfed my barely started dark elf army and never came back after that. Now 8 years later I picked up 40k (had played with a few of my friends armies during those 8 years) now I play daemons and CSM and am having a lot of fun at my local GW. But have zero inclination to play fantasy, I was only 13 and I had a middle age man go ape over some bad dice rolls. Not particularly pleasant but a little bit funny now that I look back at it as a tantrum rather than a mental breakdown.

 Gamgee wrote:
*a whole gak-ton of really creepy stuff*

Sweet feth my good sir, that person sounds down right disturbing. I hope you where not driven away from all the FLGS/clubs in the area.

The same day I went to this flgs a little before the opponent showed up I was talking to a Tyranids player and his friends and hitting it off. We were talking about the new GSC and I was complimenting his paint job on his regular Nids and mentioning how my friend also plays nids. Then I mentioned I play Tau and then he says "My Tyranids don't like you. I don't like Tau." Then he and the rest of them wouldn't talk to me anymore.

Suffice to say I'm not keen on going back to this "friendly" flgs to play games and it's the only one that is close to me like an hour across the city. It costs a lot of money for me to get in to the town and I'm not rich so it took a lot of planning and cash to get into town for this one day and my first day ever. I do know the owners of the store and they seem like the only nice humans in there and they give me discounts on a lot of stuff since I'm such a frequent customer. If it wasn't for that I probably would start shopping online more.

There are only two other flgs in my town and even further drives. One of them the owner hates my guts. I went there when I was younger and he seen that I was a kid and had no idea what kind of money I had or anything. I was looking at the newest edition of 40k Core Rules. It might have even been the collectors edition (I was a 40k noob at the time) but was interested in getting started. I asked him why the book was so expensive in a kind of joking way. Then he looks at my clothes and my dad who is a rough outdoors men type and not the richest looking guy and says "You need to be a rich person to be able to buy this." I don't think it occurred to him that I had enough money to buy it on me and was just trying to start up a conversation. So I left the store that very instant me and my dad. I went back there a few years after again to try and get an anime dvd and he was just as rude again. I don't know what he has against me but my friend gets along with him great apparently.

I've never been to the third and final FLGS since it's been so far out of my way.

Holy feth, Gamgee. I'm glad I don't live in Canada, now.

 Verviedi wrote:
Holy feth, Gamgee. I'm glad I don't live in Canada, now.

- Said no Canadian ever. As if his experience is isolated to the small town of Canada.

I have only ever played against friends and family. I usually try to setup games during a day when both parties are off if we decide to go to a store to play. That way we can play early and I don't have to deal with people(read: children, regardless of age) touching my models or me for that matter, asking me strange personal questions etc. I think this is why I only have one cringey story.

This happened at a GW. I have some disabilities and can't drive, my wife drives me most places. I started a new project and didn't have some of the paints I needed so I asked her to take me to the store. When we get there she drops me off at the door and goes to park the car. When I get in there is probably 8-10 people in the store, 4/6 tables each with lots of dice rolling, banter, laughter and good times. I walk in, staff greets me as usual without asking me if I need help or models. I literally only buy paint at GW stores and he knows it. A minute goes by with me trying to remember exactly which purple I needed, was it genestealer or xereus, when my lady walks in with the list I had made (always make a list) and says "hon you left this on the seat." I thank her and go back to browsing, she stays at my side. I suddenly realize two things, the store is dead quiet and someone is standing behind me. This giant neckbeard, to be fair we are both short, is now "browsing" the paints over our heads. I turn to see who is standing essentially on my cane and see his eyes not on the paint rack but squarely on my wife's chest. I'm no bro but I don't let this go on.

"Hey dude! What army do you play?"
neckbeard "Huh, what?"
"Yeah I saw you playing when I came in, what are you playing."
*wife has moved on to another part of the store unaware of what is actually taking place*
"Tau"
*he is getting noticeably more sweaty and fidgety at this point*
"Oh man that's great! *loud* what do you think of the new dex, what's your take on combined fire?"
"I uh *begins to babble a little bit about bs bonuses* hey I gotta get back to my game."
"Oh are you sure!? you seemed to be buying paint a minute ago and now we're having a conversation, you sure you know what you're doing? I know what you're doing..."*forced laugh*
*he dips back to the table, I buy my paints, we leave and I never tell her what went on besides a seemingly friendly conversation*

Fast forward a year+-, wife has been reading Necron BL books and for the first time in 10 years of being together she wants to try 40k. The one caveat, she only wants to play at home. I guess she probably feels the eyes more than I could ever pick up on.