Call FLGS

>call FLGS
>get put on hold
>they play "Manamana" from The Muppet Show as a waiting tune
>mfw

I fucking love those guys.

How based is your local gaming store?

Do-do do-do-do.

MANAMANA!

Do-do-do do.

Personally I think any game shop where the staff aren't creepy is pretty based. So not Games Workshop, obviously.

I was in Gamers World in Dublin the other day and was looking to get back into the Pokémon TCG, after staring blankly at the boxes (I have no idea what an EX is) guy behind the counter asks if he can help me, I pause, and he clarifies that he means with games, not life in general.

>With games, not life in general
You got absolutely savaged by someone working at place you essentially pay to hang out. I love game stores (single manly tear rolls down cheek of this user)
>You were good son, maybe even the best

Nah, he was just making a clever quip. I've only been in there a few times but he seems pretty cool.

My local gaming shop is terrible. I just order all of my shit online now. (Though, there's not much to order anymore, anyway.)

>Store used to be owned by a friendly old Grognard who was a gamer back in the 70s/80s.
>He visited all the conventions and traded around on forums to keep fresh stock in weekly.
>People drove LONG distances to visit the store, just because it was always a good time.
>Suddenly he gets cancer and he gives the store to his nephew
>His nephew knows nothing about gaming, and turns the store into a fuckin' flea market booth.
>"TRADE AND SELL DVDS AND GAMES!" "BUY VAPE SHIT HERE!"
>He pushes all the gaming stuff into one corner that gets smaller and smaller each week.
>Turns the FnM area into a music venue. Has shitty college/highschool bands play while people are trying to play Magic.
>Then gets made when people would rather drive thirty minutes up the road to play magic instead.
>Eventually sells everything and moves to the Philipines with some ugly lady he met on eharmony.

Dunno, never go.

There was a fa/tg/uy who said his FLGS had classic fantasy titty pinups on the walls to deter soccer moms and feminists, that store sounded fucking based