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today I had an endoscopy to see if I had an ulser. so they sedated me for the procedure etc etc.

however when I was about half to I started raising my arm and saying "for the emperor!" and someone put my arm down so I raised the other one saying "all hail the imortal emperor of mankind!"

after I had really come too I realized I was in a hospital outpatiant room with a lot of other people around. fourtenetly the curtan by my bed was mostly closed but still.

god forbid if they ever sedate me again. but any of you have stories where you've emberresed yourself because of 40k?

I once put anchovie juice in a co-worker's coca-cola because I caught him doodling in a white dwarf that I brought to read on my break. Imagine the conversation that ensued with him and our boss right before I got fired. It was so worth it. No actor can make the face he made when he drank that, no matter how hard they try!

wash-away wrote:today I had an endoscopy to see if I had an ulser. so they sedated me for the procedure etc etc.

however when I was about half to I started raising my arm and saying "for the emperor!" and someone put my arm down so I raised the other one saying "all hail the imortal emperor of mankind!"

after I had really come too I realized I was in a hospital outpatiant room with a lot of other people around. fourtenetly the curtan by my bed was mostly closed but still.

god forbid if they ever sedate me again. but any of you have stories where you've emberresed yourself because of 40k?

That's the best damned thing I've heard for a while. of laughter.

My tattoo cock-blocked me once. I have an imperial eagle tattoo on my upper back that goes from shoulder to shoulder. Needless to say its usually 100% covered by shirts that i wear.

So I'm at her place we start making out on the couch, I'm 100% sure I'm going to round home i take off my shirt she sees my tattoo and thinks I'm a Nazi. Now it is quite difficult to explain to a woman that the black eagle on your back is in fact not a symbol of Nazi oppression but fanatical devotion to a game of little plastic men.

So yea...

Red_Lives wrote:My tattoo cock-blocked me once. I have an imperial eagle tattoo on my upper back that goes from shoulder to shoulder. Needless to say its usually 100% covered by shirts that i wear.

So I'm at her place we start making out on the couch, I'm 100% sure I'm going to round home i take off my shirt she sees my tattoo and thinks I'm a Nazi. Now it is quite difficult to explain to a woman that the black eagle on your back is in fact not a symbol of Nazi oppression but fanatical devotion to a game of little plastic men.

So yea...

Keep going, this story isn't over yet. Did you get any or did she try to your Nazi ass?

I said i got cock blocked didn't I? She just threw me out in a fit of rage, since i was unable to explain the tattoo to acceptable standers (i didn't think she believed me) so i just shamefully walked away and left.

I approached a girl at the train station coming back from my FLGS, and our conversation was about five lines in and looking good when she noticed my GW bag and just walked away. Harsh.

wash-away wrote:today I had an endoscopy to see if I had an ulser. so they sedated me for the procedure etc etc.

however when I was about half to I started raising my arm and saying "for the emperor!" and someone put my arm down so I raised the other one saying "all hail the imortal emperor of mankind!"

after I had really come too I realized I was in a hospital outpatiant room with a lot of other people around. fourtenetly the curtan by my bed was mostly closed but still.

god forbid if they ever sedate me again. but any of you have stories where you've emberresed yourself because of 40k?

You gotta take one for the team sometimes I guess.

Great thread so far.

Long time back I got dumped at the " Bishy Hull Under 17s disco" when I was at school as I'd promised to spend some " quality time" with my then girlfriend and take her out down town, but I was unable to as I blew all my paper round money on the new Mighty Empires box set so we could have an awesome 3 set campaign game one weekend.

..... And I regret nothing ! NOTHING ! You hear me !

Red_Lives wrote:My tattoo cock-blocked me once. I have an imperial eagle tattoo on my upper back that goes from shoulder to shoulder. Needless to say its usually 100% covered by shirts that i wear.

So I'm at her place we start making out on the couch, I'm 100% sure I'm going to round home i take off my shirt she sees my tattoo and thinks I'm a Nazi. Now it is quite difficult to explain to a woman that the black eagle on your back is in fact not a symbol of Nazi oppression but fanatical devotion to a game of little plastic men.

So yea...

Did you try telling her ignorant arse that the Nazis are far from the first to use the double headed eagle as symbolism? Maybe you're just a Romanov fan.

When I was in High School I had an intercom in my bedroom connected to the kitchen. My mother would occasionally call down to me and get responses along the lines of, "Die Xenos Scum", "For the Emperor", and "Protect Sector 6" when talking to me in the early morning.

Platuan4th wrote:
Did you try telling her ignorant arse

Man, did I misread that for a moment !

Platuan4th wrote:

Red_Lives wrote:My tattoo cock-blocked me once. I have an imperial eagle tattoo on my upper back that goes from shoulder to shoulder. Needless to say its usually 100% covered by shirts that i wear.

So I'm at her place we start making out on the couch, I'm 100% sure I'm going to round home i take off my shirt she sees my tattoo and thinks I'm a Nazi. Now it is quite difficult to explain to a woman that the black eagle on your back is in fact not a symbol of Nazi oppression but fanatical devotion to a game of little plastic men.

So yea...

Did you try telling her ignorant arse that the Nazis are far from the first to use the double headed eagle as symbolism? Maybe you're just a Romanov fan.

Yeah, most people I know wouldn't know either association but they are ignorant gits.

Platuan4th wrote:

Red_Lives wrote:My tattoo cock-blocked me once. I have an imperial eagle tattoo on my upper back that goes from shoulder to shoulder. Needless to say its usually 100% covered by shirts that i wear.

So I'm at her place we start making out on the couch, I'm 100% sure I'm going to round home i take off my shirt she sees my tattoo and thinks I'm a Nazi. Now it is quite difficult to explain to a woman that the black eagle on your back is in fact not a symbol of Nazi oppression but fanatical devotion to a game of little plastic men.

So yea...

Did you try telling her ignorant arse that the Nazis are far from the first to use the double headed eagle as symbolism? Maybe you're just a Romanov fan.

I like that I can imagine the conversation:

she: You are a Nazi lover, !
you: Count the heads stupid !, one head Nazi, two heads Romanov
she: Roma..what?
you: Romanov stupid!. I´m a Czarist not a Nazi!

I guess that saying you love pre-soviet Russia is better than justifiying the little toy soldiers thing.
(Disclaimer, post totaly tongue in cheek)

M.

In retrospect i would've been better off trying to say i was a servant of the Free Masons and the Illuminati.

I love Dakka.

Meh, most people at school just mock me when they see my GW bag. It usually earns them a punch in the nose, although I did take it too far recently when I nearly broke someone's nose.

i was in melbourne, australia, going to visit a GW store while i was down to battle and i had to large carry cases, now i was hungrier than a raging squig and i put both of them down at a table and ran across to a fast food outlet as fast as possible as i was close to passing out of hunger, now when people saw me drop two large cases with a strange symbol on it and run, they started to scream, i didnt even get served before sercurity came to arrest me, i had to explain to them it was 40k and i even took them to the GW store and they still gave me a weird look.

Squig_herder wrote:i was in melbourne, australia, going to visit a GW store while i was down to battle and i had to large carry cases, now i was hungrier than a raging squig and i put both of them down at a table and ran across to a fast food outlet as fast as possible as i was close to passing out of hunger, now when people saw me drop two large cases with a strange symbol on it and run, they started to scream, i didnt even get served before sercurity came to arrest me, i had to explain to them it was 40k and i even took them to the GW store and they still gave me a weird look.

TERRORRIST!!!!!!!!!!

thats what they thought lol abit embarrassing to say the least

Red_Lives wrote:In retrospect i would've been better off trying to say i was a servant of the Free Masons and the Illuminati.

wrong eagles, heads facing the wrong way and you didn't have a pyramid with an "eye" .... lol

mine isn't as good as the last few, but when i was playing basketball, I had convinced my team to yell "for the emperor" as we ran on and every one gave us strange look while i snickered to myself. this went well for about five games until someone found out what it was about....

Miguelsan wrote:
I like that I can imagine the conversation:

she: You are a Nazi lover, !
you: Count the heads stupid !, one head Nazi, two heads Romanov
she: Roma..what?
you: Romanov stupid!. I´m a Czarist not a Nazi!

I guess that saying you love pre-soviet Russia is better than justifiying the little toy soldiers thing.
(Disclaimer, post totaly tongue in cheek)

M.

And yet, most people would prefer you being pro-Czarist over Communist, at least in the South(or military families).

Platuan4th wrote:

Red_Lives wrote:My tattoo cock-blocked me once. I have an imperial eagle tattoo on my upper back that goes from shoulder to shoulder. Needless to say its usually 100% covered by shirts that i wear.

So I'm at her place we start making out on the couch, I'm 100% sure I'm going to round home i take off my shirt she sees my tattoo and thinks I'm a Nazi. Now it is quite difficult to explain to a woman that the black eagle on your back is in fact not a symbol of Nazi oppression but fanatical devotion to a game of little plastic men.

So yea...

Did you try telling her ignorant arse that the Nazis are far from the first to use the double headed eagle as symbolism? Maybe you're just a Romanov fan.

Yeah.......That's sure fire of way of winning her over

baffomet wrote:

Platuan4th wrote:

Red_Lives wrote:My tattoo cock-blocked me once. I have an imperial eagle tattoo on my upper back that goes from shoulder to shoulder. Needless to say its usually 100% covered by shirts that i wear.

So I'm at her place we start making out on the couch, I'm 100% sure I'm going to round home i take off my shirt she sees my tattoo and thinks I'm a Nazi. Now it is quite difficult to explain to a woman that the black eagle on your back is in fact not a symbol of Nazi oppression but fanatical devotion to a game of little plastic men.

So yea...

Did you try telling her ignorant arse that the Nazis are far from the first to use the double headed eagle as symbolism? Maybe you're just a Romanov fan.

Yeah.......That's sure fire of way of winning her over

Of course!

Better yet, tell the next one you went to Durmstrang.

Squig_herder wrote:i was in melbourne, australia, going to visit a GW store while i was down to battle and i had to large carry cases, now i was hungrier than a raging squig and i put both of them down at a table and ran across to a fast food outlet as fast as possible as i was close to passing out of hunger, now when people saw me drop two large cases with a strange symbol on it and run, they started to scream, i didnt even get served before sercurity came to arrest me, i had to explain to them it was 40k and i even took them to the GW store and they still gave me a weird look.

Awesome. This reminds me of a, well not quite embarrasing but more a nerve wracking experience. Oh, before I start I should introduce myself. Or re-introduce, as I was a member here on the old boards back when. Played Black Templers (gee really? you wouldn't have guessed, right?) Friends and family I played with moved, moved on or lost their armies (a story for another time) so I sold my army. I still kick myself for that one. I loved the army, I took it all the way to Dakka to play the Hjork at the local Holiday Inn. (My Brother went too, tokk about 5,000 points of Dark Eldar. He was the one who lost his army) Highlight of my 40K experience. ANYway, my brother and I have decided to get back in. He found a place to play in Dayton, so it's on.

Sorry, back to my story. We were traveling to Concord with our armies. My brother boxed his and had it checked. Mine was in two cases, the smaller was a tacklebox with troops and hobby supplies that I carried on. Oops, hobby supplies. This included my exacto knife, blade and all! I made it through two airports before I got stopped by a hand inspection in Boston. The lady pulled it out and gave me this look. I had her open the rest of the drawers to see the models, glue, paint, etc and I'll be darned if she didn't let me through! I thought I would be lucky to go home without my army, if not end up in a detention area. I really appreciate the lady letting me through, but with a bittersweet regret, because it was in March 2001, just six months before the terroritst went through that same airport on 9/11.

But having that blade pulled out by airport security was an extreme emotion of some embarrasment and LOTS of fear. Anyway, it's nice to be back in the hobby and posting at Dakka again.

Thanks,
Andy

This happened at this last vegas GT.

My roommate for the event is married, so he has less shame when it comes to this hobby. I packed my army up in its transport cases and carried the display board under my arm as we went up to the hotel room, which was a little more discrete than my roommate who just brashly carried his display base in both arms with all the models spread out on it.

These two drunk sluts were in the elevator with us and got off on our floor. One of them couldn't resist, and started in with the questions. Both my roommate and I tried to politely describe the hobby. Which was difficult to do when talking to a 'whisky tango' tramp...

The conversation ended up here.

her- "you didn't paint those things here in vegas did you?"

roommate- "no we are here playing in a tournament."

her- "Good because there are a lot better things to do in Vegas than paint toys."

me- "You mean like whoring?"

I timed the retort well, my roommate had just gotten our door open, so we were able to step inside just before her attempt to upturn my roommates display base succeeded.

Ok. So with the dawn of 5th Edition I decided to get the "Gamers" Edition. With this it comes with the rule book, templates, and the kick butt bolter ammo case....Any one familiar with the overly paranoid airport security and police force we currently have in the US can see where this is going....

So I work at a High School (11th and 12th graders) and having an hour lunch I thought "Hey, great time to do some touch ups on my mini's.". But the problem arose as to exactly how I was going to get them to work without breaking them....and not getting heckled by all the kido's (I work IT- so I still hear the "Dude, your getting a Dell" slogan ALL the time...). So I in my infinitely naive mind was thinking "Hey...this box is a perfect fit for my backpack!".

Well, 8 hours and a very constructive lunch later I am making my way to go home. As I leave later than all of the teachers I have to deal with all of the security doors being closed and our previously mentioned security guards...As I get to the door to the office I realize my car keys are in the bottom of the pack. So Im unloading and digging around for them when one of our new guards walks up.

After asking me to explain why I am in the building I show him my badge and continue merrily on my way. Until he see's the tin.

him- "So, you be caref.....OH MY GOD!" The man litteraly put his hand on his sidearm and gets on the walki talkie calling in that there was a bomb in the building.

So here I am trying desperately to explain what it really was and my principal shows up. He atleast lets me open the thing to show him my mini's before he very calmly and matter-of-factly tells me


"Matthew, do not ever bring that thing in here again.".


So that was the end of my "Lets get some hobby time in at lunch" phase.....

God Bless rent-a-cops.....

Hmmmm...I can't remember when my hobby life has embarrassed me in real life, but I've had it happen the other way...

I have two hard-sided plastic rifle cases - I use one to transport my miniatures, and the other to store my rather wicked-looking SKS rifle with scope, bipod, flash hider and extended magazine.

(No, I'm not a total nut-case - I only target shoot with it!)

Anyway, I went down to my local game store for a game, hoisted what I thought was my miniatures case up on the table, and opened it to display that same wicked-looking rifle in front of Gawd, little kids, greasy gamers, and shrieking mothers...

Thankfully, the owner and the other gamers knew me well enough to accept my apology without calling the police!

Shep wrote:This happened at this last vegas GT.

My roommate for the event is married, so he has less shame when it comes to this hobby. I packed my army up in its transport cases and carried the display board under my arm as we went up to the hotel room, which was a little more discrete than my roommate who just brashly carried his display base in both arms with all the models spread out on it.

These two drunk sluts were in the elevator with us and got off on our floor. One of them couldn't resist, and started in with the questions. Both my roommate and I tried to politely describe the hobby. Which was difficult to do when talking to a 'whisky tango' tramp...

The conversation ended up here.

her- "you didn't paint those things here in vegas did you?"

roommate- "no we are here playing in a tournament."

her- "Good because there are a lot better things to do in Vegas than paint toys."

me- "You mean like whoring?"

I timed the retort well, my roommate had just gotten our door open, so we were able to step inside just before her attempt to upturn my roommates display base succeeded.

That um, is embarrasing.

Years ago, when the IG Catachans came out, I had a nice looking shadow box full of plastic catachan guard, all painted up in rambo-tigerstripe camo, everything. Lived in an apt off-post ( in the US Army at the time ) and my girlfriend comes over for some evening "activities"

--later that nite, she gets up to go to the restroom, it's dark, and accidentaly shoulder-checks the shadowbox, and the entire 31st regiment of the Catachan guard falls 4 ft onto the tile floor...the regiment sustains about 30% casualties, and she comes back in and says " Sorry..i broke your army men..they fell apart real easy, were they old? oh I hope they werent a family heirloom or something.."

I explain that they are all hand assembled and painted, and very expensive, but it's cool, I can fix them, no worries, etc, and I proceed to pick up all the lasguns, flamers, arms, etc...

She then says "why would you go thru all that trouble"?... and I have to explain the hobby...then she says " Wow, I just slept with a guy that still plays with toy soldiers..."

We have been married for 5 years now.