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I had a game just the other day and pointed out a rule that my opponent had forgotten. He said 'OK' and I put it down to him making a mistake.

He makes the same 'mistake' again and I start to think he's trying to lead me on but I still keep my cool. I remind him again and he says 'OK', with a definite sting in his voice.

Makes another 'mistake' of the same variety and once again, point it out to which point he says 'Stop being a Rules Nazi'.

That was a huge slap to the face. I asked him what makes me one of them and he says 'you're always pointing out rules that I'm forgetting'.

In response to that, I say, loud enough so the rest of the store can hear: 'So let me get this straight, I'm a Rules Nazi for trying to make sure that you're following the rules in the book and not cheating me?'

Entire store looked at our table and I quickly went over the scenario to which point the person in charge of the gaming club has a word with us both, asking me about the situation and having a more stern word with the other guy.

Dude was pretty quiet after that but kept rolling the dice near my models. However, the damage was done, I was raging inside. Finished the game rather quickly (beating him too, which made it better or worse, you decide) and vowed not to play him for a considerable length of time.

Sometimes, whenever I see 'don't hate the player, hate the game' I don't think the person behind that saying was an avid 40K player..people. Gah.

Hmm

The only time iv ever gotten completely off my rockers was when a friend of mine would use his special "rolling" technique to get the results he wanted on his dice.

He has since then knocked it off but now has the annoying habit of occasionally rolling behind buildings which get old quick.

Or roll while i or his opponent is distracted

Though the last two happens to the best of us some times so its not remotely irritating.

I introduced a friend to 40k he plays Blood Angels, at the time I played Dark Angels/Space Marines, this was mid way through 6th ed. I had just bought 2 landraiders and I was super excited to field them so I do, and while doing the "take turns setting up terrain" thing, he makes a divide in the map with buildings so narrow my Landraiders barely fit. I didn't notice, and when I did I was like pff, whatever I'm just gonna roll through. When the time comes he argues that I can't get through, and since I was also kind of new at the time I couldn't find a page in the BRB where it said you can just move through ruins so in' fine, i'll leave the landraiders there if it mean't so much to him. I was so pissed he did this to chunk a third of my army. Fine. I use my Chapter Master to drop a bombardment onto his Devastators, and wow I was so mad at what happened afterwards that I can hardly remember, I know there was a big stink about look out sir, and cover saves, I think he tried to claim a higher cover save because I wasn't in line of sight? (WHAAAT). I flanked an Auto cannon/las sponson Predator around my left side of the map, and I shot at some ASM, and Line of Sight was another ing annoying argument. Game ended, I won, but I was done with his gak after that. I'm known as a pretty cool dude at my LGS, and a few days later the owner brought up that he's never seen me so mad. I haven't played this friend willingly since then, once in a team game and that's it.

I think what makes me most mad is I SOLD him that Blood Angels army too, at a friendly discount and every game we played was just a mess of arguments, this was the last straw.

natpri771 wrote:
I'm not usually a very angry person, but there was this one time when I was playing against a chaos player. Whenever he killed one of my models, he would throw it off the table and shout a chaos chant like "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!!". Eventually, I got so angry that I grabbed his lord of skulls model, threw it on the ground and stamped on it until it was in little pieces. I then left while the other guy stood there in a state of shock.

Dude, the moment someone would pick up one my models to throw it off the table, there'd be blood. Ok, maybe not that dramatic but I have no idea how I'd react: I'm like Ratius, my models are my babies, I spend hours lovingly painting every single one of them, if someone did that to any of them I don't know how I'd react.

Accidents are one thing, that is just "berserk inducing".

I have had many bad moments in my career, but none that I over reacted about. One moment icluded me finding out that mega nobz do not have a 5+ Invul save, which 2 Ork players in my group swore to. Another was when I was playing with a new member of our group, and I ended up missing or not wounding anything an entire shooting phase, sigh. But I think the cherry on top for this was not done by me. 2 of my friends and I were doing a 2v1 3,000 points game. With my 1 friend playing crons, which he had really no idea how to. After a night of constant arguments and raised voices, he got the bright idea of kicking us out of his house. We later still played with him, but he was forbidden from hosting.

A killed a Man with a CHAOS SPACE MARINE!

(really? No.)

I take it back.

One time I was getting a bit frustrated, but it was because in at least 4-5 consecutive games, my mom's Honor Guard (5e, early to middle of Northern Hemisphere summer 2011) would stroll calmly across the board without a transport, weathering all the firepower I tossed their way, take maybe 1-2 casualties in the process, then calmly butcher one of my infantry units every turn until the game ended.

What I did about it was that I took a Battle Conclave in my first game after the WD dex came out.

The Battle Conclave and the Honor Guard unit met in the middle of the field, along with some Sisters Repentia, a Tactical Squad, Jacobus, and a Chapter Master.

First round of combat ended with the Chapter Master having to take something like 17-18 No Retreat! saves.


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 Desubot wrote:
Hmm

The only time iv ever gotten completely off my rockers was when a friend of mine would use his special "rolling" technique to get the results he wanted on his dice.

He has since then knocked it off but now has the annoying habit of occasionally rolling behind buildings which get old quick.

Or roll while i or his opponent is distracted

Though the last two happens to the best of us some times so its not remotely irritating.

I used to have a technique to roll to get the results I wanted. I could never use it in a game though, as it took a ton of concentration and any distraction makes it not work. For example, the distraction when you spend so long shaking the dice in your hand that you get anxiety from knowing your opponent knows you're trying to cheat.

I do have the annoying habit of preferring to use white dice for my melta weapons. It's annoying for me, because whenever I roll a single white GW die (say when firing a squad's meltagun at a tank) I almost invariably fail, usually with a 1. Re-roll? Nope, got another 1. Firing another squad's meltagun at it? Nope, another 1. Re-roll? Nope, 1. Third squad? Oooh, this time I got a 2, so no re-roll for me.

Edit: I have had non-40k games come to violence though. Twice. I'm not proud of either incident. Once was a game of mini-golf with friends where we were having one person play through a hole at a time. After a couple of people's turns, we turn to head back to the start for my turn, only to see that there were people standing there waiting for us to move to the next hole. So me, with my yet-undiagnosed social anxiety, wanted to just give myself the average of everyone else's score rather than go back and take my turn properly. Someone else wants to just give me the par for the course. The difference was one stroke. After about thirty seconds of petty bickering while anger builds within me, it erupts in an instant and I grab the friend I'm arguing with by the throat, tightly. After a couple of seconds, I realize what I'm doing, and release him. I then just stand there as he kicks my putter. We pretty much called it quits after that. (I wanted to continue, they didn't, so we left.)

Another was a Starcraft 1 game being played over the LAN between one of my friends and I. I think this was after I was diagnosed. Before the game, we agree to "No Rush 20" and "No Air" meaning that no one's allowed to attack each other for the first 20 minutes of the game (giving time to build up a base and amass an army) and also that no air units can be used (we usually make exceptions for flying "Detector" units which can reveal stealthed units, or else things like Dark Templar and Lurkers become excessively powerful and essentially have no counter). So 20 minutes of the game goes by without incident, and then about 30 seconds after we agree that combat can begin, what do I see rolling across the moat separating my base from the rest of the map, but a massive fleet of Protoss Carriers. I... just kinda exploded. I got up out of my chair, ran down two flights of stairs to where my friend was at the basement computer (and he was laughing as I arrived), and I guess as he sees the expression of rage on my face, he tries to tell me that it was actually my younger brother who'd been playing, but his words only registered in my brain a few moments after I slugged him in the arm (or maybe in the face - I don't really remember).

Sometimes I wonder why I don't seem to have any friends anymore in real life... then I remember stuff like this, and I don't wonder anymore. : (

Angry? No. Very frustrated? Yes. I am not good at playing 40k. But when I get absolutely crushed I don't like that. I get mad at myself mostly and the game to some extent for making some units clearly better than others by factors. But when I played one particular player that only played 'power' lists, it was very frustrating. I had zero fun after his first shooting attack with his 5th edition Necron bs.

I don't yell. I get stoic. I become fairly monotone and outwardly emotionless. I later learned that Necron player actually hated 40k. He would bring 'broken' power lists to the casual group to purposely crush people and try and force people to quit 40k. He never stated that openly though. I never played him after I learned that and thought he was a total arse.

As I was never an accomplished player back in my day as a 'Nids player I never expected to win, so I never got angry. Didn't hurt that the guys at my old FLGS (Slaughter House, Kileen TX, right outside Ft. Hood) were all great guys. I did one physically remove someone from my house over a game of D&D. He was a first time DM but a long time player. He agreed to let us play evil characters. I rolled up a baddass necromacer from the old Dragon magazine(I am a damned good optimiser). He then a few levels in to give his best friend an extremely OP magic item. Imagine a crossbow that shoots like a flamethrowing Tommy Gun. Safe to say the rest of us were unhappy. So we then take a break to eat and I cleverly mention to another player how terifying it is to fight a wraith at this level, knowing he was listining. For those who may not know a wraith is almost untouchable with weapons and anyone it kills becomes a wraith under it's control. Flash forward an hour or so further into the game he has us captured dues ex machina style and forced into a gladatorial arena without our magic items, save wonder-boy's magic flaming machine gun. Our first opponet? A wraith. So I cast Command Undead and take control of it. He is a little peeved. I then turn it loose on the crowd watching, It insta kills any peasant it touches, which then becomes another wraith that does the same cumulatively. He then looks at me and says, 'You feel all magic leave you." and his buddy, the aformentioned Wonder-Boy, starts shooting me with his fething crossbow. I stand up and tell them to get the **** out of my house, at which they start to ague with me. I then flipped the table, grabbed each from by the throat and removed them form the property. Looking back it makes me laugh but at the time I might very well have killed someone. And yes, I do have anger issues, among other things, but I have learned to handle things much better.

I played a game against my Dark Eldar friend, in a Tactical Objective mission, and he made 75% of his 5+ saves, whereas my rolls were terrible. I was not amused.

My brother killed my Dreadnought with a Multi-Melta that ddin't exist, so I swept his models off the table.

I had many moments of b***ardry as a child

9 armor saves on terminator assault squad
9 ones
opponent was passing his 5+ FNP like crazy
not fun
I did nothing except groaning as i was trying to suppress my frustrations