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So, due to a distressing morning, I confronted my friend today about some models that went missing: I had them in a tub of acetone that I left outside to keep her house from smelling up 3 weeks ago. I showed her the tub, told her I was putting it there because of what was in it. Today I couldn't find it, asked her and she admitted she threw it out a week ago, after asking everyone except me whose it was. She forgot that I showed her and actively denied me doing so. In the tub was a Slaanesh CSM Lord, 3-5 OOP Noise Marines, 5 metal SM scouts (weapons unknown, likely snipers) and possibly Ahriman. The response was "sorry." No offer to make up for the models, just "I asked everyone else, nobody knew so I chucked it." I asked if she opened it to even see what was in it, and was asked "Why would I?" I'd put it at about a $60-70 value, tossed in the trash. She was letting me stay at her place while I apartment hunted, and I'm partially considering taking the amount out of what I owe her for electricity for the month. What are your horror stories for lost models? Thankfully mine was fairly small, but it's still a terrible feeling, mostly because quite a few were OOP.

Honestly? She's doing you a solid, and perhaps should have been a bit more apologetic, but I'd suck it up and chalk it down to experience.

I do sympathise though, when I quit at the end of 2nd, I gave my Eldar army to a mate to sell, as he had more gaming buddies than I did.

Never saw him or the models again.

We're talking of thousands of points, all special characters, dreadnought, war walker, 10 Wraithguard, Harlequins, full size squads of all Aspect Warriors, all metal.

That stung a bit

I haven't had any losses so far. But if I was in your situation I would keep 50 bucks and say hey this is what you threw out.

I'm lucky that if something that is miniature related ends up somewhere it shouldn't be it always finds its way back to my shelves.

About 10 years ago, when I still had my first army of white scars, I was in a band with my friends. We practiced in the bassist's garage and this one time I had my army with me. It was about 1500 points, maybe more. At the end of our band practice I forgot to bring my army with me and with it being in a shoe box ended up being thrown away by said bassist's parents. This was when I was in school with no job so couldn't afford to replace the models any time soon. After that I took a break from 40k and discovered girls so it's not all bad

 azreal13 wrote:
Honestly? She's doing you a solid, and perhaps should have been a bit more apologetic, but I'd suck it up and chalk it down to experience.

I do sympathise though, when I quit at the end of 2nd, I gave my Eldar army to a mate to sell, as he had more gaming buddies than I did.

Never saw him or the models again.

We're talking of thousands of points, all special characters, dreadnought, war walker, 10 Wraithguard, Harlequins, full size squads of all Aspect Warriors, all metal.

That stung a bit

Doing me a "solid" only goes so far...if anything goes slightly wrong in the house (she rents to two others) I get blamed before anyone else (and there's been a bunch), my sister's boyfriend gets parking privileges in the driveway while I have to park down the road (I pay a small rent, he pays nothing), yells at me for playing games on my Xbox because she assumes I'm playing online and hogging the Internet (my gold account is expired and I explained as such that I'm not even online), I get yelled at if I don't put the sponge away before I put the dishes away after washing them (yeah, I wish I was kidding-I'm dead serious), generally don't get thanked for helping out around the house or cooking (got my first thank you tonight since I've been here a month)...it feels pretty close to tyrannical. Sadly, I could go on, but I think that's probably enough venting. I've put up with it because I have no choice while I wait for the new apartment-it's her house, I kinda have to play by her rules. I just don't have to like them. Our friendship will pretty much be null and void once I'm out-even now, I'm only civil at face value. Throwing out my models and giving a shoulder shrug and not even really caring is just the final straw. But, since my choice is living on the street or accepting her crappy rules for another 3 weeks...I'd say my options are limited, no? And trying to discuss these things with her hasn't worked-I've tried to be civil and discuss them, she just raises her voice over mine, whines about how difficult it is having me here with two other people and walks off. Yeah-options are pretty much non-existant. I try to stay out of the house except to sleep.


Wow, this was supposed to be about models that took a hike, not a vent session. Anyways, appreciate anyone who listens.

Just one question, judging from your comments, you'll have been there two months by the time your appt is ready give or take?

If she knew this when she offered, she's a cow and you have my sympathy, if she didn't, I might have a suggestion why she's a bit arsey with you....

There was never a set time for how long I could stay, just that it wouldn't be long-if I was there a few weeks, no issue, no rent. When the first apartment fell through, she said she understood, just asked me to keep trying and she asked if I could pay a small rent, I said no problem and gave it to her early.


This is totally off topic, wanna PM instead?

I had a magpie eat one of my old metal space marines off of the balcony once, I hope that bird enjoyed the other end of that experience.

But it was my balcony so that's something...

If you are planning on having no relationship with this person after the fact, I'd deduct the full replacement value off of what you owe her.

Sleep on the streets vs Losing $60/$70.
I'd keep calm and carry on if I were you.
Pack what's left your toy soldiers away and put them into storage. Just curl up in a corner for the next few weeks with a good book.
Also i'd shift your X-Box out of the lounge, everyone knows that girls would rather be watching Sex in the City than playing computer games. Even if you do see it as a nice gesture.

Oh yeah, and my FOW Sherman fell down a storm drain the other day. Gone forever.

My Dad dumped this guy.

I was cleaning my Mk4 Venerable Dreadnought from Forgeworld in my fraternity house. I got bumped by a drunk guy and the head slid down the drain never to be seen again...

Also my dad may have thrown out some Diaz Daemonettes when he was helping me clean up my office/room.

My only loss was accidentially leaving an old-version Rhino in a storage unit after I moved everything else out.

So, this isn't losing anything, but I did have a warhound titan fall off a shelf once.

According to my wife, I screamed, "Like I'd been stabbed."

There were parts everywhere. It was pretty horrifying.

I had a squirrel steal a limited edition Thunderbolt Pilot.

I still do not understand why.

 Kanluwen wrote:
I had a squirrel steal a limited edition Thunderbolt Pilot.

I still do not understand why.

"If I can't fly it no one can!"

 Kanluwen wrote:
I had a squirrel steal a limited edition Thunderbolt Pilot.

I still do not understand why.

I got bitten on the middle finger by a squirrel once, still have the scar.

Squirrels be crazy.

 timetowaste85 wrote:
She was letting me stay at her place while I apartment hunted, and I'm partially considering taking the amount out of what I owe her for electricity for the month.

Let it go, that's my advice. You told someone else that you thought this was offtopic but it's actually pretty central to the discussion you started. These are the kinds of disagreements and situations you get into when you stay at someone else's place, and while she could have been more apologetic, she doesn't owe you money now.

Kanluwen wrote:I had a squirrel steal a limited edition Thunderbolt Pilot.

I still do not understand why.

I also have never understood the motivations of squirrels, and though I'm sure you didn't think so at the time, I hope you now realize that's a pretty funny story.

Squirrels are out to take over the planet. If you know that then their motivation becomes a bit more understandable. They're mocking you...

Back on topic, I was assembling a Khurasan Camain APC and the last wheel fell from my fingers onto the floor. I was doing this in my "mud room" which is my workroom. I keep it clean and the floor is simple concrete. Anyway, I EMPTIED the room of EVERYTHING and still couldn't find that wheel. It simply disappeared.

I blame the squirrels.

 azreal13 wrote:

 Kanluwen wrote:
I had a squirrel steal a limited edition Thunderbolt Pilot.

I still do not understand why.

I got bitten on the middle finger by a squirrel once, still have the scar.

Squirrels be crazy.

I had one latch on to my arm and freak out that it was latched on to someone's arm.
I have a scar on my right arm from that.

Squirrels definitely be crazy.

 gianlucafiorentini123 wrote:
My Dad dumped this guy.

I think that might be worse than mine: mine can at least be replaced at a semi-reasonable price. Ouch.



I forgot another lost mini: I bought a second bloodthirster years ago and the body disappeared. Never found it. No idea what could have happened to it. It went lost a month after I bought it.

Had a friend of mine leave the FLGS at about the same time I did, he had set half his army on the roof of his car in a box and loaded part 2 in his trunk.. (the box on the roof was filled with foam and tanks)...

As we left, I saw he had not removed the box from the top of the car, and was sliding back and forth on the rack..

Since this was "pre-everybody-has-a-cell-phone" days, I couldn't call him and warn him.. so I flashed my lights and honked.

He took that as a challenge to race.

About the time he hit 45 miles an hour, the box parted with his car, bounced off my hood and roof, and got plowed into by the pickup behind me.

EDIT>.. sorry forgot this was not a "how models got trashed" thread..

On topic.. I personnally DID discard a box of stuff that the cats had dumped a gallon of liquid on.. and only after garbage day did I remember that I should have looked inside the box prior to throwing it away.. and.. where did my unbuilt land raider go?

A friend of mine had a Land Raider go missing. Every time we're home on break we do another search of his basement to see if it turns up, but it never does. The only thing I've ever lost is the alternate weapons for my Dark Reaper exarch, which I've only noticed in the past week.

 Alex Kolodotschko wrote:

Also i'd shift your X-Box out of the lounge, everyone knows that girls would rather be watching Sex in the City than playing computer games.

This statement is false

 Kanluwen wrote:
I had a squirrel steal a limited edition Thunderbolt Pilot.

I still do not understand why.

I had an unopened box of Ork Boyz go missing once. I too blame the Squirrels.

If I were you, I'd "name" my price on priceline and get a hotel for the time you were in-between places.

I did that here in DC, when I sold one place and was waiting to close on another. I could get a month of hotel rooms for less than half of what renting an apartment would run.

My son led an expedition into my game room (he was 15 months at the time and I hadn't put a child proof lock on that room), he and my dog each grabbed a model. The dog got a FW Ultramarine Dread and my son got a FW Eldar Cobra.

I got the Cobra 1st and when I was chasing after the dog, he handed the dread off to my son, whom promptly flushed it. The dog grabbed the Cobra and was chased by my son and I got the legs of the dread out of the toilet and by the time I got to the dog, the Cobra was no longer a model and now a pile of resin with teeth marks.

One time I actually fully painted a model. It was pretty horrifying. Still recovering mentally.

 pities2004 wrote:

 Alex Kolodotschko wrote:

Also i'd shift your X-Box out of the lounge, everyone knows that girls would rather be watching Sex in the City than playing computer games.

This statement is false

Xbox is in the basement anyway, attached to my personal tv next to my bed.

I spent about a month painting a FW Mk IV venerable dread for the Mrs. army in prep for a tournament the following month. I'd completely finished it and had started to take some photos to show off on the interwebs. Something came up and I left the dread to have his photoshoot postponed to the day after.

Returning from work the next day I discovered to my horror that my 20ish week only puppy had got into my painting/modelling/general stuff room and had completely dismembered the dread and left him in little bits all over the house. Not a single part was salvageable (I still have the pics somewhere).

Gutted is not even close to how I felt.

Gawd, these are horror stories! Squirrels! Dogs eating Forge World! Evil friends who are neat freaks and throw out minis!

Someone start a thread about my little pony, quick.

A friend of mine was moving, and had put a metal gun case (i.e., looks valuable) full of entirely painted blood bowl teams into the car. On his return into the house, he waited too long and someone snatched it! He lost quite a few teams and even though he loves the game, he just never had the stomach to get back into it. Flash forward years, and he's now got his kickstarter of Dreadball, so he feels much better about life.

Another friend had his entire Warmachine Protectorate army in his car, which was stolen. The cops found the car, driving high speed the wrong direction on the freeway, and finally got it back to him (waaaay messed up, he sold it for cheap) but the army was long gone...

Ah, the trageties of life! Makes me almost long for squirrels.