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>Buys a box of bolt action German infantry.
>"Awesome, can't wait to put these bad boys together!"
>Can't find glue
>Ok cool, I've got an old bottle, I can use that.
>Bottle is glued shut tighter that Satan's sphincter.
>Twist on it for over half an hour with a pair of industrial grade needle nose pliers.
>Twist so hard it twists the bottle completely shut and breaks off the top of the nozzle...

My reaction

So guys, what's been your ultimate "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" moment when it comes to wargaming? Can be in game, modelling, when you were transporting your models, cat related, whatever. It just needs to be the worst one, the one that didn't just break the camel's back, but drove a steamroller over it. Not just when it was the last straw, but when it took the last shred of whatever you called sanity with it.

Yes, I know my story above doesn't sound so bad. But when you live an hour away from the nearest Walmart and you realize that you can't put those awesome looking Germans together until at least tomorrow afternoon, you would break down into hysterics too.

Also, try to find funny "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" reactions to add at the end for bonus points!

This was a Deathwing Terminator Army:
1st week played against Orks. Charged 3 TH/SS Terminators into 9 Grots holding an objective. Grots got 4 wounds. I rolled 3 ones.
2nd week charged a lone TH/SS Termie into a Tau gun drone (plan was to kill the drone then use my consolidation move to slingshot the termie onto an objective for the win).
Gun drone does 1 wound and I roll a 1.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This type of thing has been extraordinarilly common for me so, due to my propensity to roll 1's I've stopped playing Deathwing Armies for awhile.

Easy. Way back when before I learned what pinning was I glued together a blood thirster. I picked the sucker up by the arm, my first mistake, and down he dropped. The thrister quite literally blew apart into its constituent pieces and I was back at square one.

When I found out Darth Vader was my father, right before I fell almost completely out of Bespin the cloud city.

Wargaming....

Was charging 3 deathwing assault squads into a mass-spam squad of necron warriors on the last assault phase in an apocalypse battle. They were 6 inches away.

Rolled 4, 3, and snake eyes.

Our whole team did the *NOOOOOOOOOOOO*
But that battle was loads of fun, excepting the necron C'tan shard spamfest (guy had 4 shards flying around).

Modelling.
One of the kids at our GW pushed the table apart, and my resin rex went for a flying lesson, just shattered.

Warming,

Mega Armored warboss survives the impossible, and climbs ontop of a wrecked chimera in victory. Fails Dangerous terrain test getting off, fails armor save. Dies.

One my cats used to like sitting on my lap while I painted. I finished up painting a fig - a Captain Stern, if I remember right - and had to get up to relieve myself.

Picked the cat up, plonked her down on the chair, and went. When I came back, the fig was missing, and so was the cat.

I found her a couple of seconds later, under the table, alternately batting my newly painted Captain Stern around and taking licks of him.

She doesn't sit on my lap anymore.

 MrMoustaffa wrote:


Yes, I know my story above doesn't sound so bad. But when you live an hour away from the nearest Walmart and you realize that you can't put those awesome looking Germans together until at least tomorrow afternoon, you would break down into hysterics too.

Ooh, only an hour away and you cant put stuff together until tomorrow afternoon is rage worthy? Whatever happened to the concept of patience?
I don't do hysterics.

If I run out of glue, I put the project aside until I get more. No hassle, no histrionics or hysterics.

Last time I had a "noooooooo!" moment though was when they took my Daemonhunters codex and gave it to Mat Ward.
Then I read the fluff for Draigo.
And Castellan Crowe.
And some more fluff.

Then I remembered, I don't normally read the fluff because it's all crap anyway. Since 4th ed, I was only playing 40k because I couldn't get a game of Stargrunt - and 40k was like McDonalds - you could get it anywhere - it wouldn't necessarily satisfy, but it was probably better than nothing. Then my group discovered infinity and other games, and I didn't need it anymore.

Mostly done with the Forgeworld Chaos Dwarf Skullcracker. It has been a bear since the bag arrived - several pieces broken, most bent, and the flash is something awful on this kit. The kit came with two right-side hammers, forcing me to convert one to a left-side hammer. More pieces break in construction - this thing is seriously way too fragile to be sane. But I get it all together and painted...

Only to notice one of the 'points' on the Chaos 8-pointed star that had previously broken off and been pinned back into place has gone missing. And is nowhere to be found.

Game-breaking turn during a tournament. Typhus had to make a dangerous terrain test with one wound left. He failed it and died, losing me the game.

 chromedog wrote:

 MrMoustaffa wrote:


Yes, I know my story above doesn't sound so bad. But when you live an hour away from the nearest Walmart and you realize that you can't put those awesome looking Germans together until at least tomorrow afternoon, you would break down into hysterics too.

Ooh, only an hour away and you cant put stuff together until tomorrow afternoon is rage worthy? Whatever happened to the concept of patience?
I don't do hysterics.

If I run out of glue, I put the project aside until I get more. No hassle, no histrionics or hysterics.

Last time I had a "noooooooo!" moment though was when they took my Daemonhunters codex and gave it to Mat Ward.
Then I read the fluff for Draigo.
And Castellan Crowe.
And some more fluff.

Then I remembered, I don't normally read the fluff because it's all crap anyway. Since 4th ed, I was only playing 40k because I couldn't get a game of Stargrunt - and 40k was like McDonalds - you could get it anywhere - it wouldn't necessarily satisfy, but it was probably better than nothing. Then my group discovered infinity and other games, and I didn't need it anymore.

No offense but after reading my post did it not occur to you I might be joking a bit?

I mean, the thread has "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" in the title I know lack of glue is not the end of the world haha

Oh god . . .

I'm assembling some Easterling warriors on the balcony. I leave to get a drink of water. The wind blows, sweeping 8 heads into the air, away from my models.

NOOOOO!

I'm painting my Rhino. I spent ages on it, I painted it orange then gave it about six washes of Carroburg Crimson to make it look bloodstained. I really liked the effect.

So I try to paint a Triskelion on it because my army is Celtic themed. It ends up looking like a swastika.

NOOOOOOOO!

GW Prices

I have several.

-About 20 year ago I lived in a second floor apartment. I was on my out the door to play a 40k game at a friend's house. I had my Space Ork army in a plastic tackle box at the time. (can you see were this is going?) Like a damned fool I sat the box on the staircase railing and turned around to lock my door. The case fell off the railing, and bounced down the stairs, hitting every single step on the way down. It was like watching it in slow motion. Amazingly, the case stayed shut. I went down the stairs, grabbed the case, put it back in the apartment and took my other army (Nurgle Chaos Renegades) to the game instead. It was a week before I could bring myself to open the case and take stock of the damage! It was actually not nearly as bad i feared, but the horror of watching that box tumble over and over down the stairs is hard to forget!

-Circa 2001 I took a break from my current career (Criminal Justice) and took to driving a long haul semi-truck. (that lasted less than two years before I decided that the lack of days off and extended time away from home was not my thing) I used to take miniatures projects with me on the road to paint in my down time. At one point I was painting on a 28mm Ancient Greek army and was about 75% done with the project. I was in a transit yard in Dallas about to head home for a few days and was transfering my stuff to my car. I had the Greeks in box lid and slipped and dropped them onto the payment from the door of the truck cab (about eight feet in the air mind you)onto the concrete below. Now a little fact to keep in mind was that the army was almost all old QT-Multi-Part figures. So each infantry figure had about four of five pieces. The resulting destruction was so complete that I gave up the project and never finished the army.

-I drive a Toyta Maytrix. It has a swinging hatch instead of a trunk. It's great from a hobby point of view as it is a smallish car with lots of storage space for me to transport miniatures, airsoft guns, reenacting stuff, ect. Last year I was coming home from a 15mm South African Border War game I had put on at the local shop. I was holding my figure boxes in one hand and closed the car's hatch with the other. The edge of the hatch caught the top of the box and flipped it onto the ground. This particular box happened to have all my South African Vehicles in it, including four QRF Miniatures Casspirs. These are the most fidly 15mm kits I have ever assembled and each consists of about 20 small metal parts. http://quickreactionforce.co.uk/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=440_496_647&products_id=4577
I could not bring myself to go out and gather up the spilled contents of the box. Mrs. Trench Raider is a saint and she agreed to go gather them up for me. I felt almost sick to my stomach.
The whole box was wrecked, but in paticular the Casspirs just exploded. I tried to repair them, but the models wound up looking like ramshackle Ork vehicles, so i gave up. My SADF troops now drive around in much simpler vehicles now!

So do you see a re-ocurring theme here?

TR

 TheSecretSquig wrote:
GW Prices

Seconded

I'd say GW prices as well but that's a bit too general. There are quite a lot of things that are pretty neat, then I look at the prices and press the Instant No Button.

I think the latest ones were the prices for the Wall of Martyr's, The Heresy book and Angron. I did end up buying the heresy book though.

I do also have my fair share of difficult/dangerous terrain test and failed charge stories too of course.

I had two moments at a tournament I went to in 5th edition. I just had to pull off 1 of 2 things to win my last game. Destroy a dreadnought on 1 table quarter and get into another with a guard squad. Despite firing at this dreadnought all game, it was sitting there immobilised, gunless and stunned a few dozen times. It was still there...

The guard squad failed just as much. A Failed MOVE MOVE MOVE order and rolling just a couple of inches on the run roll, so most of the squad couldn't get into the other quarter.

In general, I shout a slow-motion Wilhelm scream whenever I drop a model.

It's usually really funny after the fact and I do it so very often.

I finally finished this MegaBoss



And left it out on my paint pallet to let it dry completely. So we went to the grocery store and when we came back, the cat was sleeping on my paints and stuff all snug and lovely, with my Boss no where to be seen. When I saw him.....under the table....broken.
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" it took me a solid 2 weeks of tinkering and chopping and fitting to get him together the way I liked, and this cat decided to throw it on the floor to sleep on paint brushes and bottles

This thread is making me wonder why people get cats.

I like cats, our cats are usually pretty good. But sometimes.....I want to find out how BBQ cat tastes

GW Prices.

GW Switch from metal to Finecast.

On my way to Historicon 2010 with a load of terrain to sell in the flea market there, I rolled my truck on the PA turnpike due to hydroplaneing in a downpour.

Running out of primer is usually a big NOOOO for me. Especially when it is the rare stuff, like my Middlestone, which was half-full, but fizzed and had the paint bubble out of the sides when I tried using it.

My biggest moment of NOOOOOOOOOO was when I was painting my latest Wraithlord purchase, I live in a rather cold appartment so naturaly I tend to keep the heat on all winter. However said heater is not situated too far away from my painting station, when I got back in the damned Wraithlord had fallen down onto said heater and melted....
I swaer my neighbours could hear me scream in denial and rage. Also I needed a new heater and a new Wraithlord

 KingCracker wrote:
But sometimes.....I want to find out how BBQ cat tastes

Must . . . resist . . . urge . . . to . . . make . . . racist . . . comment . . . about . . . myself . . .

Every TIme in Fourth/Fifth Edition Warhammer 40K when my Deep Strike Chosen Chaos Terminators and Chaos Lord rolled a Double '1' and were lost in the warp... Once is acceptable twice is unlucky... The Eighth Time is soul destroying.....

Have you tried getting a rogue trader era eldar waithlord stay together without glue from the future? In the end i used to screw them together!

I'm sure I've repressed many a "NOOO" moment. I can think of a recent one, though: My first game in 6th Edition, I'm playing my marines against my friend's Blood Angels. Mephiston and a Death Company are close to my table edge. I walk my 10-man terminator assault squad led by a librarian on the board, and proceed to charge (this was before we learned you can't charge on the turn you come in from reserves). I'm three inches away from Meph, and I roll double ones for the charge. NOOOOOOO!

 CURNOW wrote:
Have you tried getting a rogue trader era eldar waithlord stay together without glue from the future? In the end i used to screw them together!

Yes, actually, I helped someone with one he dug out of a garage sale a few months ago. He was getting quite creative in his vocabulary by that time but I must say that with a little steel epoxy (an epoxy-polyamine mixture, I believe) it went together quite nicely and I'm sure it will take more than a little effort to take apart again
you can get the stuff here for cheap: http://www.hobbyking.com/hobbyking/store/__12587__HobbyKing_4min_Epoxy_Steel.html
I always have several of those packs lying around for strong gluing both large- and smallscale ...things together
I still don't see why superglue wouldn't have worked - IMO it should have, but it really didn't quite hold. Anyway, we didn't even pin it in the end (that's what he asked me to do originally).
The only downside to this glue is that it takes a few minutes to set in which it really doesn't hold anything more than your average pudding would, so be either creative in clamping or patient in holding the model still. Worth it, though.

//OT answer to rhetorical question

 Generalstoner wrote:
Easy. Way back when before I learned what pinning was I glued together a blood thirster. I picked the sucker up by the arm, my first mistake, and down he dropped. The thrister quite literally blew apart into its constituent pieces and I was back at square one.

Wow! Mine is almost the exact same with that big metal bastard! Got him all done and then knocked him off a shelf onto my project table... he exploded into all his component pieces with green stuff and super glue shrapnel everywhere. It took me 6 months to get over being pissed off about it before I could put him back together again!

On the way back from the club, I was in Leeds bus station, and it was hammering with rain, real monsoon weather. The bus arrived, so there was a couple of steps of drenching between me and it, so I ran for it. One frictionless step later, and I faceplanted into the ground, my bag impacting next to me, and spontaneously disassembling about half of my miniatures.