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 =Angel= wrote:
The guy had unpainted venom spam. There were no infantry models. He said that he had paid for the infantry but they would never disembark.
If a venom was ever wrecked, he would write them off as casualties.

I see nothing wrong with that approach. He's playing a lot faster, and losing the passengers is to the opponent's advantage. Good guy, would play.

 Vermis wrote:
Is the bit about a shop in Banbridge true, though?

Sorry no, we're not allowed cool and interesting shops here, just clothes stores

 JohnHwangDD wrote:

 =Angel= wrote:
The guy had unpainted venom spam. There were no infantry models. He said that he had paid for the infantry but they would never disembark.
If a venom was ever wrecked, he would write them off as casualties.

I see nothing wrong with that approach. He's playing a lot faster, and losing the passengers is to the opponent's advantage. Good guy, would play.

I think your sarcasm tags fell off!
While yeah, it's actually to the other players advantage ingame, the game experience is ruined.
1st by a netlist and 2nd because 40k is supposed to be about derring-do, brutal close range firefights and gratuitous fistycuffs. Simply removing any and all infantry from the board and rolling dice from mobile weapons platforms neagtes that .

In freo, at one point one of the major clients of the store started self-harming in front of like 4 8 year old boys. Manager asked him to stop, so he just moved outside and kept going at the front door.

After ten minutes the manager called the cops. ended with him writing an apology letter to the boys parents, and the store.

Severe gamer funk as usual. I always deodorize before going to store, but there's two people who absolutely refuse to do anything about their smell, and it's really sour.

We've had stoned and drunk guys instore, but usually ends up being okay. The only bad day was the manager locking us in the store after two indigenous australians started brawling out the front of the store.

 =Angel= wrote:

 JohnHwangDD wrote:

 =Angel= wrote:
The guy had unpainted venom spam. There were no infantry models. He said that he had paid for the infantry but they would never disembark.
If a venom was ever wrecked, he would write them off as casualties.

I see nothing wrong with that approach. He's playing a lot faster, and losing the passengers is to the opponent's advantage. Good guy, would play.

I think your sarcasm tags fell off!

40k is supposed to be about derring-do, brutal close range firefights and gratuitous fistycuffs. Simply removing any and all infantry from the board and rolling dice from mobile weapons platforms neagtes that .

Nope, and nope. I play IG, and experience says that T3 Sv5+ has no business in close combat. Far better to shoot stuff dead.

Lucky you. In WFB, my DE T3 5+ save stuff IS my close-combat elite. And we can't hide in tanks...

Pretty sure DE have MCs for CC, and they're better than T3 Sv5+...

MC? For Dark Elves troops? Nope. Closest is the Cold One Knights which are regular cavalry. T3, 2+ save, and quite expensive for what they do.

There are DE MC characters on Dark Pegesus, which can get up to a T4 and 1+/4++, but they're not cheap either.

On the infantry front, you're looking at Black Guard (T3 5+), Executioners (T3 5+), Shades (Skrimish T3 maybe 6+) and Witches (T3, no save at all).

Not exactly a durable army.... and as I said, no vehicles to hide or zip around in. Shank's mare all the way.

Core 2... rules talk... in thread... need to... need to stay....

I thought Fantasy Dark Elfs had Hydras and Dragons and stuff. I guess I was mistaken.

Can we keep it on-topic please?

OT: I saw a guy key a car after losing a game of 40k the other day. Seems ridiculous to get so upset over a game... if it isn't fun even while losing, why play?

Indeed, rules discussion has other places it can happen. Thanks guys

 FoxPhoenix135 wrote:

OT: I saw a guy key a car after losing a game of 40k the other day. Seems ridiculous to get so upset over a game... if it isn't fun even while losing, why play?

Not really a horror story (for me), but there was this kid at the shop I play at (he's upper class high school... so, like 16-18 or so?) who spent the course of several weeks trash talking one of the other Eldar players (this guy's "standard" list included 2 CC Wraithknights). So, finally, this other eldar player relents and says, "however many Knights you bring, is as many as I'm bringing," so, he brought do D-cannon wraithknights to this game. The kid places one CC knight down, and puts the other in reserve..... AAAAAaaaaannndd He proceeds to get literally annihilated. Perhaps one of the most one sided 40k games I've ever seen.

That game happened at the beginning of January, and the high school kid hasn't been back since

I have one more story.

So a few years ago after I had just gotten into 40k with my Marines I arranged for a game at my FLGS with one of the Guard players there. I forget how many points the game was supposed to be, I think around 1500. So there I am with my list, made up of the modes that I'd assembled. I only had 1 missile launcher in the entire army (sad to say, but that was my only anti-tank for a while). My opponent's army? A Baneblade, and 2 Russes. plus some other stuff that I forget. I got curbstomped in short order.

I can't remember if I already posted the time my FLGS owner and I almost ended up in a dogging ring by accident.
I'm not sure if "dogging" is an international term.

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
I can't remember if I already posted the time my FLGS owner and I almost ended up in a dogging ring by accident.
Im not sure if "dogging" is an international term.

You sir are a statistical anomaly.

That was a very interesting year, and looking back it's astounding that I didn't end up dead or violated.

I should elaborate: Everything I posted in this topic apart from the pony arguments, occurred in 18 months of itself (2006-2007).
After the guy flipping out and mailing me his sleepwear, I understandably dropped the hobby scene until March '15 because I realised I didn't have the requisite social awareness to avoid ridiculous gak.

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
I can't remember if I already posted the time my FLGS owner and I almost ended up in a dogging ring by accident.
I'm not sure if "dogging" is an international term.

Dog fighting? Or the er.... more car park oriented stuff.

And how does either happen by accident???

You are my hero.

 feeder wrote:

Dog fighting? Or the er.... more car park oriented stuff.

And how does either happen by accident???

Clearly, Buttery has a very obvious friend named Tyrone, who showed himself on the wrong CCTV, and so BC got picked up, and taken to Bricktop for a few questions



Unless of course, BC is a "trained" rally driver?

 feeder wrote:

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
I can't remember if I already posted the time my FLGS owner and I almost ended up in a dogging ring by accident.
I'm not sure if "dogging" is an international term.

Dog fighting? Or the er.... more car park oriented stuff.

And how does either happen by accident???

The voyeuristic sex in car parks/fields one.

I was sole passenger in the store's old two seater van*, and we had headed over to an event in Telford that was run by a company the game store bought a lot from. At that time I did weekend work on occasion for the store, so I was either there to lift or because I might've found it interesting.

We were driving back early evening, I think the trip was a couple of hours, long roads, all that.
The engine started seriously overheating. Radiator leak. So we stopped at a small town, grabbed a few 2 and 5 litre bottles of water and kept a close eye on that temp gauge. Every twenty minutes, stop, let the engine cool, feed the radiator a bottle.

It was dark, we hit back road countryside. So we stopped up on the side of the road in the side path of a field to repeat the process.
Sitting there, I noticed lights in the field, slowly turning on one by one. More cars. One of them flashed at us, and being friendly, I waved back. We sat in the car, and don't get out, with the lights on because it was dark.
I noticed several people stood around one of the cars, "Maybe they're having a breakdown too." I considered.
Another car pulled up behind us, flashed hello, and the people got out and walked into the field. My eyes adjusted and I could clearly see the actuality of the situation.
"We need to move."
"The engine isn't cool enough to fill yet."
"That is a dogging field."

People eventually started approaching us. I was 18, sat in the car with a mid thirties married guy, and rapidly regretting my life decisions.

*This is not a stupid sentence as it reads, if you know that on occasion I had to ride in the back of the van's seatless storage container, which prompted another incident.

 Buttery Commissar wrote:

 feeder wrote:

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
I can't remember if I already posted the time my FLGS owner and I almost ended up in a dogging ring by accident.
I'm not sure if "dogging" is an international term.

Dog fighting? Or the er.... more car park oriented stuff.

And how does either happen by accident???

The voyeuristic sex in car parks/fields one.

I was sole passenger in the store's old two seater van*, and we had headed over to an event in Telford that was run by a company the game store bought a lot from. At that time I did weekend work on occasion for the store, so I was either there to lift or because I might've found it interesting.

We were driving back early evening, I think the trip was a couple of hours, long roads, all that.
The engine started seriously overheating. Radiator leak. So we stopped at a small town, grabbed a few 2 and 5 litre bottles of water and kept a close eye on that temp gauge. Every twenty minutes, stop, let the engine cool, feed the radiator a bottle.

It was dark, we hit back road countryside. So we stopped up on the side of the road in the side path of a field to repeat the process.
Sitting there, I noticed lights in the field, slowly turning on one by one. More cars. One of them flashed at us, and being friendly, I waved back. We sat in the car, and don't get out, with the lights on because it was dark.
I noticed several people stood around one of the cars, "Maybe they're having a breakdown too." I considered.
Another car pulled up behind us, flashed hello, and the people got out and walked into the field. My eyes adjusted and I could clearly see the actuality of the situation.
"We need to move."
"The engine isn't cool enough to fill yet."
"That is a dogging field."

People eventually started approaching us. I was 18, sat in the car with a mid thirties married guy, and rapidly regretting my life decisions.

*This is not a stupid sentence as it reads, if you know that on occasion I had to ride in the back of the van's seatless storage container, which prompted another incident.

That is a great story. I would have been howling with laughter, had I been you, or sweating profusely and praying to all the various gods that no one recognized me had I been the driver.

Edit: I am not familiar with the "rules" of dogging. It is likely you would have coerced or otherwise persuaded to "act" had the van been permanently broken down? Because then the story is not funny at all. No Ma'am.

Oh, no. We were in no danger other than being caught by police, and by association, arrested.

We were mostly worried that the store was written on the side of the van and may lose family friendly reputation of someone in attendance decided to be vindictive.

Back of the van story:
Basically the car behind us at traffic lights thought I'd been kidnapped. They flashed and followed us to a games tournament. Thankfully hands free phone devices were not as common then, and they did not call the cops.

I swear BC, you must be a magnet for weird stuff.

 Doctadeth wrote:
In freo, at one point one of the major clients of the store started self-harming in front of like 4 8 year old boys. Manager asked him to stop, so he just moved outside and kept going at the front door.

Self-harming? Like cutting himself, or banging his head against a wall or something? That's.....pretty odd, but I guess that's the point of the thread.

 War Kitten wrote:
I swear BC, you must be a magnet for weird stuff.

You merely adopted the weird. I was born in it, molded by it. I didn't see the light until I was already a man, by then it was nothing to me but blinding!

Honestly it's background noise at this point, and I only notice afterwards. At least I get to walk away from them, and I'm grateful for that.

 Buttery Commissar wrote:

 War Kitten wrote:
I swear BC, you must be a magnet for weird stuff.

You merely adopted the weird. I was born in it, molded by it. I didn't see the light until I was already a man, by then it was nothing to me but blinding!

Honestly it's background noise at this point, and I only notice afterwards. At least I get to walk away from them, and I'm grateful for that.

You need to write your memoirs and sell the rights to a major movie studio.

Might as well monetize your weirdness!

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
... Buttery Commissar's bizarro world ...

I often joke with people, saying things like "You don't half attract them" or "You always find them". But with you, I mean it seriously. God, do you find 'em!

 Nevelon wrote:

 Buttery Commissar wrote:

 War Kitten wrote:
I swear BC, you must be a magnet for weird stuff.

You merely adopted the weird. I was born in it, molded by it. I didn't see the light until I was already a man, by then it was nothing to me but blinding!

Honestly it's background noise at this point, and I only notice afterwards. At least I get to walk away from them, and I'm grateful for that.

You need to write your memoirs and sell the rights to a major movie studio.

Might as well monetize your weirdness!

TBH Buttery's misadventures would make a great sitcom.

 FoxPhoenix135 wrote:

TBH Buttery's misadventures would make a great sitcom.

Yeah, see, it's funny until she ends up getting raped or as a JPEG in a 4chan "rekt" thread. I would hope she has learned to take better care of herself and be mindful of her surroundings at this point in her life. Expect the best of people, but be prepared for the worst.