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 I-bounty-hunt-the-elderly wrote:

 Chute82 wrote:

 SheSpits wrote:
I can Identify false id's pretty well,thanks to my line of work lol. Spec Op's was my term i have no clue what they are called in the UK. I kinda walked into his conversation.I guess it started because he had the UK flag on his forearm and some one spoutted out "what are you doing on this side of the pond". The ID was brough up because the type of weapon he had conceld on his being.It was seen when he was brining in his stuff. It was a pistol not legal in the states and is in the UK i guess. Something along the lines of using the same ammo as a assualt rilfe. Thats when the ID poped up because every one wanted to know how he was able to carry it. Something like that.

Sorry but for responding to this older post.... The pistol he was carrying is not illegal in the USA... It a FN 5.7x28mm pistol...Its the same round fired from the p90 submachine gun... That nut case army officer who shot all those people at Fort Hood used that same pistol... Little background on me... I served 10 years in the US Army as a Airborne Infantry Soldier so I know exactly the weapon your talking about... Sounds to me he was telling you a few war stories.. Like the time I served two tours in the Pu-tang valley next to the river of Bull-gak..

Dude, I appreciate your attempt to bring some sensible analysis to the outlandish story, but come on. There was no pistol, there was no 'British special ops' guy, just as there was no dude assaulting women and being heroically choked out.

Yeah sounds a little far fetched...

 d-usa wrote:
My experience is best told as a song:

The devil went to my game store, he was looking for a game to steal.
He was in a bind 'cos he was way behind and TFG wouldn't make a deal.
When he came across my Thousand Sons army and watched me rolling hot.
And the devil jumped upon display counter and said: "Boy let me tell you what:
I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a Chaos player too.
And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
Now you play a pretty good list, boy, but give the devil his due:
I bet a Thunderhalk of gold against your soul, 'cos I think I'm better than you."
I told him: "My name's d-usa and Chaos is begin to grow,
But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, because fear I shall not know."

I picked up my Dakka Dice and rolled them extra hard.
'Cos hells broke loose in my store and the devil dealt his psychic cards.
And if I win I get this shiny Thunderhawk made of gold.
But if I lose, the devil gets my soul.

The devil opened up his battlefoam case and he said: "You made a big mistake."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he pulled out his Helldrake.
And he zoomed the drake across the table and it made an evil hiss.
Then a band of Noise Marines teleported in and it sounded something like this:

Spoiler:

When the devil finished his turn I said: "Well you're pretty good ol' son.
"But let me deep strike right there, and show you how its done."

Outflank with my Rhino, run boys, run.
Shooting down the Helldrake like a flaming sun.
Overwatch fire causing him a big woe
Can you make your "Look out Sir"?
"No, no, no."

The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
He laid that golden Thunderhawk on the ground at my feet.
I told him: "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again.
"cause I told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best there's ever been."

Outflank with my Rhino, run boys, run.
Shooting down the Helldrake like a flaming sun.
Overwatch fire causing him a big woe
Can you make your "Look out Sir"?
"No, no, no."

True story!

You, sir, are a genius.

Gotta say, D-USA won the thread everyone else can quit trying.

 d-usa wrote:
My experience is best told as a song:

The devil went to my game store, he was looking for a game to steal.
He was in a bind 'cos he was way behind and TFG wouldn't make a deal.
When he came across my Thousand Sons army and watched me rolling hot.
And the devil jumped upon display counter and said: "Boy let me tell you what:
I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a Chaos player too.
And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
Now you play a pretty good list, boy, but give the devil his due:
I bet a Thunderhalk of gold against your soul, 'cos I think I'm better than you."
I told him: "My name's d-usa and Chaos is begin to grow,
But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, because fear I shall not know."

I picked up my Dakka Dice and rolled them extra hard.
'Cos hells broke loose in my store and the devil dealt his psychic cards.
And if I win I get this shiny Thunderhawk made of gold.
But if I lose, the devil gets my soul.

The devil opened up his battlefoam case and he said: "You made a big mistake."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he pulled out his Helldrake.
And he zoomed the drake across the table and it made an evil hiss.
Then a band of Noise Marines teleported in and it sounded something like this:

Spoiler:

When the devil finished his turn I said: "Well you're pretty good ol' son.
"But let me deep strike right there, and show you how its done."

Outflank with my Rhino, run boys, run.
Shooting down the Helldrake like a flaming sun.
Overwatch fire causing him a big woe
Can you make your "Look out Sir"?
"No, no, no."

The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
He laid that golden Thunderhawk on the ground at my feet.
I told him: "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again.
"cause I told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best there's ever been."

Outflank with my Rhino, run boys, run.
Shooting down the Helldrake like a flaming sun.
Overwatch fire causing him a big woe
Can you make your "Look out Sir"?
"No, no, no."

True story!

possibly one of the best posts I've ever read on Dakka. Duly exalted!

 Thortek wrote:


Was she hot? I'd totally bang a cougar for some minis.

Can I sig that?

 DukeBadham wrote:

 Thortek wrote:


Was she hot? I'd totally bang a cougar for some minis.

Can I sig that?

Hey theres a financial crisis going on, I'd bang my grandpa for some minis!

 mattyrm wrote:

 DukeBadham wrote:

 Thortek wrote:


Was she hot? I'd totally bang a cougar for some minis.

Can I sig that?

Hey theres a financial crisis going on, I'd bang my grandpa for some minis!

And just like that I'm unsubbed...

 heartserenade wrote:

 Yodhrin wrote:

 Ironwill13791 wrote:

 Thortek wrote:

 heartserenade wrote:
Hmm there used to be a regular MtG player that frequents our store. He looks about 14-16 and extremely awkward, and he is always accompanied by a 40-ish woman who we assumed is his mother. She buys him the cards and encourages us to play with his son. So we find that a bit weird because he's a teenager and he can speak for himself but we're nice people so we had games with him. It was a bit awkward playing with him because the mother watches intently while you play but it's something minor that we can shrug off and they seem nice enough.

Fast forward a few months, we learned from him that they're not a mother and son pair. She's actually his lover, and she buys cards for him in exchange for favors. Things went from a little awkward to very awkward from that point on.

Was she hot? I'd totally bang a cougar for some minis.

That's what I wanted to know. After reading the story, my 1st thought was "Was she hot?". But I can see it being awkward if you originally thought they were mother and son.

How about it being awkward because it's statutory rape?

Staturory rape, with vague hints of prostitution?

Also, she's the kind of 40 year old that looks about 60. And no, she's not hot.

If he went after a hottie, then that's to him. But now it is just wrong, and gross.


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 d-usa wrote:
My experience is best told as a song:

The devil went to my game store, he was looking for a game to steal.
He was in a bind 'cos he was way behind and TFG wouldn't make a deal.
When he came across my Thousand Sons army and watched me rolling hot.
And the devil jumped upon display counter and said: "Boy let me tell you what:
I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a Chaos player too.
And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
Now you play a pretty good list, boy, but give the devil his due:
I bet a Thunderhalk of gold against your soul, 'cos I think I'm better than you."
I told him: "My name's d-usa and Chaos is begin to grow,
But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, because fear I shall not know."

I picked up my Dakka Dice and rolled them extra hard.
'Cos hells broke loose in my store and the devil dealt his psychic cards.
And if I win I get this shiny Thunderhawk made of gold.
But if I lose, the devil gets my soul.

The devil opened up his battlefoam case and he said: "You made a big mistake."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he pulled out his Helldrake.
And he zoomed the drake across the table and it made an evil hiss.
Then a band of Noise Marines teleported in and it sounded something like this:

Spoiler:

When the devil finished his turn I said: "Well you're pretty good ol' son.
"But let me deep strike right there, and show you how its done."

Outflank with my Rhino, run boys, run.
Shooting down the Helldrake like a flaming sun.
Overwatch fire causing him a big woe
Can you make your "Look out Sir"?
"No, no, no."

The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
He laid that golden Thunderhawk on the ground at my feet.
I told him: "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again.
"cause I told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best there's ever been."

Outflank with my Rhino, run boys, run.
Shooting down the Helldrake like a flaming sun.
Overwatch fire causing him a big woe
Can you make your "Look out Sir"?
"No, no, no."

True story!

That was some serious skills there. You win, hands down.

The most awkward experience I ever had was at a GW with a GW manager. My friend and I have largely drifted away from GW games as time went by and into other systems, notably Warmachine. While I was unfamilar with this particular GW my friend regularly attended for paints and bits and pieces (he was slowly building up an ork army) and we'd just spent the weekend playing in a WM tournament. My friend needed some new undercoat and so while we were in the shopping centre we swung into the GW.

Now we're both big Warmachine fans. Back when this happened, the previous year I was the Australian Champion and I lost the title- on tie breaker no less- to my friend this year. We're both really big WM fans. So we walk into the GW and the manager, seemingly friendly enough greets my friend saying 'Hey 'Jim' how's it going? We haven't seen you all week? Where have you been?' which is all good and fine. My friend however, who was clearly unaware of this managers feelings towards Warmachine answered honestly. 'Oh we've been at a Warmachine tournament all weekend.'

And it was on. The manager launched into a rant about how simplistic, shallow and bad a game Warmachine was. Not just a rant but a badly informed rant. He started out with how you could just win by spamming Juggernaughts and charging the enemy caster with the Butcher (technically that IS likely to win you the game- but it's a bit like saying it's easy to win in Call of Duty- all you have to do is shoot everyone else. Much easier said than done.) Then he went on to how complex the rules were (despite it being simplistic 30 seconds earlier) and wrapped up his minute and a half of ranting by insulting the games players. 'If you want to play that kind of boring, simplistic game, well that's up to you but I'd rather play a real game with strategy.' He managed to put quite the sneer of contempt into that last bit. My friend and I had just stood there, extremely awkwardly in the face of this tirade directed and our current favourite game (and us it felt). Then he asked, like he hadn't just insulted us, what we wanted to buy today. I was torn between defending my chosen game (and myself) or just shutting up. There are some battles you never with though and it's best to just withdraw but the store wasn't empty- this dressing down was in front of other people, not a private disagreement.

My friend gave him some grief over the price of the undercoat but still ultimately bought some. The manager suggested we come in and play a game- a real game- sometime soon. My friend agreed, paid and we left to go do other things. But an idea formed on the way home...

We returned to the store the next day and happily announced we were going to play a game of 40K. We picked a table and began to unpack. Sure it was Space Marines vs Space Marines but that's the way it goes sometimes. We deployed and the game got underway, with a few younger kids watching. I was fortunate enough to go first and opened up the shooting. 'Ok I'm BS4, targetter but you're in heavy cover so I need 4+.' And so on- with the sustained fire dice and vehicle datafaxes comingout as we needed them. The kids has no clear idea what were were playing and eventually the manager cottoned on and came over to have a look. Apparently 2nd Edition 40K also is not high on his list of 'real games' but despite his obvious displeasure he allowed us to finish the (brutally short as it turned out) game. We were advised however that only the current edition of 40k was to be played in the future.

 Kojiro wrote:
The most awkward experience I ever had was at a GW with a GW manager. My friend and I have largely drifted away from GW games as time went by and into other systems, notably Warmachine. While I was unfamilar with this particular GW my friend regularly attended for paints and bits and pieces (he was slowly building up an ork army) and we'd just spent the weekend playing in a WM tournament. My friend needed some new undercoat and so while we were in the shopping centre we swung into the GW.

Now we're both big Warmachine fans. Back when this happened, the previous year I was the Australian Champion and I lost the title- on tie breaker no less- to my friend this year. We're both really big WM fans. So we walk into the GW and the manager, seemingly friendly enough greets my friend saying 'Hey 'Jim' how's it going? We haven't seen you all week? Where have you been?' which is all good and fine. My friend however, who was clearly unaware of this managers feelings towards Warmachine answered honestly. 'Oh we've been at a Warmachine tournament all weekend.'

And it was on. The manager launched into a rant about how simplistic, shallow and bad a game Warmachine was. Not just a rant but a badly informed rant. He started out with how you could just win by spamming Juggernaughts and charging the enemy caster with the Butcher (technically that IS likely to win you the game- but it's a bit like saying it's easy to win in Call of Duty- all you have to do is shoot everyone else. Much easier said than done.) Then he went on to how complex the rules were (despite it being simplistic 30 seconds earlier) and wrapped up his minute and a half of ranting by insulting the games players. 'If you want to play that kind of boring, simplistic game, well that's up to you but I'd rather play a real game with strategy.' He managed to put quite the sneer of contempt into that last bit. My friend and I had just stood there, extremely awkwardly in the face of this tirade directed and our current favourite game (and us it felt). Then he asked, like he hadn't just insulted us, what we wanted to buy today. I was torn between defending my chosen game (and myself) or just shutting up. There are some battles you never with though and it's best to just withdraw but the store wasn't empty- this dressing down was in front of other people, not a private disagreement.

My friend gave him some grief over the price of the undercoat but still ultimately bought some. The manager suggested we come in and play a game- a real game- sometime soon. My friend agreed, paid and we left to go do other things. But an idea formed on the way home...

We returned to the store the next day and happily announced we were going to play a game of 40K. We picked a table and began to unpack. Sure it was Space Marines vs Space Marines but that's the way it goes sometimes. We deployed and the game got underway, with a few younger kids watching. I was fortunate enough to go first and opened up the shooting. 'Ok I'm BS4, targetter but you're in heavy cover so I need 4+.' And so on- with the sustained fire dice and vehicle datafaxes comingout as we needed them. The kids has no clear idea what were were playing and eventually the manager cottoned on and came over to have a look. Apparently 2nd Edition 40K also is not high on his list of 'real games' but despite his obvious displeasure he allowed us to finish the (brutally short as it turned out) game. We were advised however that only the current edition of 40k was to be played in the future.

That man has good business tactics. Nothing like bashing a product you want to sell.

This thread is amazing... I love you guys XD

My contribution would have to be when I was in a Games Workshop store (even more ridiculously overpriced here in Australia) with my little brothers.
Now I always buy my GW stuff online, and remark to my bro's about how much cheaper it is than getting it from a GW store.
I'm looking at a box of something (I can't remember what) and I show it to my little brother.
He just stands there, yells out 'Woah, what a rip off! You could get that for soooo much cheaper on Ebay!' and the store's not very loud at that exact moment.
The manager who's doing the weird hobby-chatting-up thing they do to potential customers, just turns and death glares me.
I take my brother outside, and remind him you normally don't talk like that in a shop where they are selling that item. He just takes it in, goes 'Oh yeah, I forgot,' and well...
Let's just say that was the start of the decline in my relationship with the store manager.
- Guts

 Kojiro wrote:
We returned to the store the next day and happily announced we were going to play a game of 40K. We picked a table and began to unpack. Sure it was Space Marines vs Space Marines but that's the way it goes sometimes. We deployed and the game got underway, with a few younger kids watching. I was fortunate enough to go first and opened up the shooting. 'Ok I'm BS4, targetter but you're in heavy cover so I need 4+.' And so on- with the sustained fire dice and vehicle datafaxes comingout as we needed them. The kids has no clear idea what were were playing and eventually the manager cottoned on and came over to have a look. Apparently 2nd Edition 40K also is not high on his list of 'real games' but despite his obvious displeasure he allowed us to finish the (brutally short as it turned out) game. We were advised however that only the current edition of 40k was to be played in the future.

What is "brutally short" for a 2nd edition game of 40K anyway? 4-6 hours

Honestly, I'm kind of glad we don't have a GW store around here. All the stories I hear are not favorable of their staff. A good salesman would have said something more in line of "Oh, if you like Warmachine, you should check out THIS game/army/model/etc". Our LFGS carries everything (and I mean EVERYTHING), and is equally supportive of all games (simply because he plays absolutely NONE of them LOL).

 ClassicCarraway wrote:

 Kojiro wrote:

What is "brutally short" for a 2nd edition game of 40K anyway? 4-6 hours?

We had no psykers and only a few squad per side as we had to split my friend's army. Almost no vehicles either. Heavy bolters on devastators make a mess of marines in 2nd. 2+ to hit, 3+ to wound and they need 5+ to save- and my friend being the guy he is had a Dev squad with 4 (which I got in the split). Mostly it was about making the manager as awkward as he had to us the previous day.

Despite the frequency with which I play with the guys at my local store, I always seem to forget their names or get them confused. I'm not normally bad with names, but it really doesn't help that we have so many Pauls, Petes and Phils. I'd want to ask something to one of them and I'll stand there and shout "Hey, Paul!" And then I'd be stood there for ages, occasionally calling out, just like "Why isn't he answering me?" And then I'd realise and I'd be like "Crap, that's Phil"


I spoilered it because it was long, but that was literally the best post I've ever read on any forum ever. A thousand congratulations good sir, you are a genius!

 d-usa wrote:
My experience is best told as a song:

The devil went to my game store, he was looking for a game to steal.
He was in a bind 'cos he was way behind and TFG wouldn't make a deal.
When he came across my Thousand Sons army and watched me rolling hot.
And the devil jumped upon display counter and said: "Boy let me tell you what:
I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a Chaos player too.
And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
Now you play a pretty good list, boy, but give the devil his due:
I bet a Thunderhalk of gold against your soul, 'cos I think I'm better than you."
I told him: "My name's d-usa and Chaos is begin to grow,
But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, because fear I shall not know."

I picked up my Dakka Dice and rolled them extra hard.
'Cos hells broke loose in my store and the devil dealt his psychic cards.
And if I win I get this shiny Thunderhawk made of gold.
But if I lose, the devil gets my soul.

The devil opened up his battlefoam case and he said: "You made a big mistake."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he pulled out his Helldrake.
And he zoomed the drake across the table and it made an evil hiss.
Then a band of Noise Marines teleported in and it sounded something like this:

Spoiler:

When the devil finished his turn I said: "Well you're pretty good ol' son.
"But let me deep strike right there, and show you how its done."

Outflank with my Rhino, run boys, run.
Shooting down the Helldrake like a flaming sun.
Overwatch fire causing him a big woe
Can you make your "Look out Sir"?
"No, no, no."

The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
He laid that golden Thunderhawk on the ground at my feet.
I told him: "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again.
"cause I told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best there's ever been."

Outflank with my Rhino, run boys, run.
Shooting down the Helldrake like a flaming sun.
Overwatch fire causing him a big woe
Can you make your "Look out Sir"?
"No, no, no."

True story!

I would sig this but it is FAR to long....

Still, d-usa, you win this thread hands down

Maybe sig just the chorus?

My most awkward moment was at my GW store, it was a games weekend of sorts (you bring your army and just play random folks) well anyway I was there with some crons and facing some chaos, now my GW is quite small so when I was rolling my elbow came into contact with a Valkyrie and a guy gasping trying to catch it as it fell to the table, I turned around to see an unpainted (not even primed) Valkyrie laying on the table and the guy letting off at me for hitting it, I insisted on buying him glue to a can of primer for any repairs and finishing needed, he insisted I buy him a brand new Valkyrie while his was perfectly fine..it was an awkward situation of the staff coming in saying there was nothing wrong with the one I bumped.
needless to say he just wanted a free Valkyrie.

But an idea formed on the way home...

We returned to the store the next day and happily announced we were going to play a game of 40K. We picked a table and began to unpack. Sure it was Space Marines vs Space Marines but that's the way it goes sometimes. We deployed and the game got underway, with a few younger kids watching. I was fortunate enough to go first and opened up the shooting. 'Ok I'm BS4, targetter but you're in heavy cover so I need 4+.' And so on- with the sustained fire dice and vehicle datafaxes comingout as we needed them. The kids has no clear idea what were were playing and eventually the manager cottoned on and came over to have a look. Apparently 2nd Edition 40K also is not high on his list of 'real games' but despite his obvious displeasure he allowed us to finish the (brutally short as it turned out) game. We were advised however that only the current edition of 40k was to be played in the future.

You needed to look at the manager with a deadpan look and tell him, "Yes, is there a problem? We just thought we'd show up get a game of 40K in. Thanks for the table space."

Hell it's doubtful such a "knowledgeable" manager could have even identified what edition you were playing outside of 5-6th editions, much less ever played 2nd himself. But at least he knows what a "real game" is.

I got warned in a GW for referring to the Death Korps of Krieg as 'essentially Nazis'

Not super awkward, but the closest to an awkward moment I can remember.

Challenged a guy at the local club to a pick up game, we'd played each other a few times before, but didn't really know each other well.

He is quite competitive, but fairly good natured, however on most occasions playing, there has been an incident where we had differed in the interpretation or execution of a rule, or had different opinions on a judgement call, but generally had resolved things to both our satisfactions.

On this occasion though, we hadn't even got that far! I still had the BRB, so rather than trawl through it for the psychic power tables, I simply shuffled the power cards and dealt them randomly off the top.

My opponent, on noticing this, said "erm, no, could you roll on the tables in the book please?"

When I queried why, as this was just as random a method to generate the powers, his response was "well, I don't really know you and..."

It was at this point I let my irritation show!

The implication that I would cheat at all, let alone in a friendly game was enough to get my hackles up, completely ignoring the fact that I don't have any interest in playing 40K competitively at all, in fact I'm not that bothered about winning as long as I have a laugh, and I let him know.

I'm not a small guy, and when he realised he might have crossed a line (I know him better now, and I appreciate that this is the way he is, and wouldn't be so hard on him again) the speed of backtracking and apologising would have been amusing if I hadn't been so cross.

We settled down and played the game, which I won something like 10-2.

Didn't cast a single psychic power all game!

Took my miss' into the Bluewater store while we were shopping, as i needed some more wash. Queue 8 or 9 very nerdy gentleman suddenly going silent and staring at her bolt on boobs for literally 15 seconds mouth wide open. I don't let her come in with me anymore!

Also went to a game club in a pub for the first time. turned up and was about to play a game, then got told off for drinking a pint, whilst playing.

Awww West Ham fan.....erm that's awkward...

You should try the Chelmsford Bunker, they don't let your swap or buy mini's off of each other because of the licence (and the fact that its at a police social club) but they do allow, ney positively encourage pints to be drunk!

Cue many a ....what was I rolling for again?...type conversations!

 BrotherOfBone wrote:
I got warned in a GW for referring to the Death Korps of Krieg as 'essentially Nazis'

To be fair, they're not really Nazis, and the manager probably didn't want GW product being lumped in with Naziism.

Think about this way, if there had been a mom who had overheard that, she probably would have taken her kid straight out and not come back.

Of course, commanding legions of sex crazed murder machines from hell is completely fine

Remember gratuitous violence is okay, as long as no one sees a boobie.

God I love being in America

 BrotherOfBone wrote:
I got warned in a GW for referring to the Death Korps of Krieg as 'essentially Nazis'

Haha, I refer to my DKoK as "Nazis" to my GF so its easy for her to know which army I"m talking about.

My Tau are "Gundams" and my deathguard CSM are "the guys with their intestines hanging out".

Mordian Iron Guard = Prussians/early unification Germans
DKOK = WW1-era Imperial Germany
Steel Legion = Nazi's

Get your German-spanking GW does right

 SheSpits wrote:
So she pretty much Edited by AgeOfEgos on you?

I remember the time someone "Edited by AgeOfEgos" on me. That was TOTES awkward!

One guy, two awkward experiences.

New guy was in a sort of "trial period" for our game group (private residence, not FLGS). He started talking about how his neighbors all give him weird looks when he mows his lawn.
Why you ask?
Because he mows it wearing a gas mask.
He has allergies and THAT is the option he chose as the best possible solution. Forget Claritin.

Now, you might be wondering if he's off his rocker or just made a bad decision...

The last time he came over, the owner of the home where we play asked him, outright, if he was crazy or just stupid. This was right after he went on a diatribe about how the American Dental Association is trying to control Americans through the fillings in their teeth.

Bat sh** crazy was MY vote.

Eric

Most awkward for me would be playing a tourny about a month after 6th ED 40K came out. I was playing my Necrons (that I had stayed up until about 6 AM the night before to finish painting). The first two games were great... I tabled my 1st opponent and the second game was a tie with a very dear friend. At the third game table, the organizer says that I am playing this guy for first place (which had never happened for me ever) so needless to say I was very excited and anxious and was on my A-game to make this game as strong as possible. It was against nids... with 2 flying hive tyrants... mind you I had little clue on what to do about them except hope they werent as bad as they seemed to be. We got to the top of turn two and he brings in his reserves, mainly all of his hormagaunts, which outflank right along my back line... I found this odd, but I wasnt about to question his method as he seemed to know what he's was doing...... THEN THE ASSAULT PHASE CAME. He says "ok this 20 man unit of hormagaunts is charging your immortals.".... I reply "they cant"... He says "What do you mean they cant? I've been doing it the entire tournament and no one has said anything...." My mind immediately screeched into halt-mode on the game and flipped to the page in the BRB that says you cant assault from reserves. This dude literally could not believe me and felt that I was somehow making some kind of odd deduction from the rules to suit the situation... At this point everyone else stops what they are doing to come see what was going on. When the tournament organizer came over to help figure the situation out, everyone was visibly frustrated. Not only had they missed a vital rule that lost them some of their games, I didnt know whether to feel like the coolest guy in the room, or the biggest douche ever for making the revelation that this guy had unknowingly cheated his way to top bracket.

Long story short, when a new game edition comes out, make sure you study up on what you can and cant do before you play in a tournament lol

Naw man WarlordRob - you were in the right. Did you win the game?

I was in the middle of a match and during that night Heroclix was sharing the room with us. the local heroclix players are very loud and GUO's are abundant. Anyway, this one lady takes her 2 year old and starts changing her Nurgling's diaper on the game table right behind us. Stunk so bad. She didnt want to walk and get the restroom key 20 ft away.