Gaming club stories

at the club he was, just all around annoying.

Because eatin ass without whiping is disgustang.

>playing 40k with some guy
>he brings no anti-tank while I bring a whole bunch of tanks
>spends an entire shooting phase shooting one of them down with small arms through insanely lucky rolls
>after my shooting phase kills some of his dudes in return, he quits
I know the feel, OP.

Fun times with 7e Tau guy. Keep in mind that we were naive enough at this time to not check the rulebook for every fucking stat, because we trusted most people on their word. Boy, were we wrong.

>T5 Broadsides, so they couldn't be instakilled by S8.
>Crisis Suits firing three weapons each every turn. (I was the one who discovered this behaviour after asking him to explain the colossal amount of dice he was rolling all at once.)
>Arguing that the Wall of Mirrors rule provided by his Ghostkeel and Stealth Suit formation applied across his entire army because the Cadre rule stated that it 'fired as one'. Even after I pointed out that the wording of Wall of Mirrors only included ghostkeels and stealth suits, he still argued the point.
>Spent an entire turn obliterating my drop-pod space marine army with ignores cover plasma fired at BS2, then had the gall to try and call me out on changing the direction I brought my flier in while he took a smoke break. I hadn't even started shooting, so I was still free to do whatever I wanted with my movement.

The straw that broke the camel's back was when he spent an entire hour arguing with me outside the game that models obscured by terrain did not receive the same cover save as those in it. Once I brought the book out and showed him why he was wrong, he backpedaled and said that he didn't think we should change the way it was played, at which point I blew the fuck up and almost hit him. I chewed him out in front of the fifteen or so group members, and all he could do was talk shit about how I was so fucking livid I was shaking. Nigga, I was shaking because you're a hundred and fifty kilogram slab of Maori meat and I'm a 6' 3" beanpole. At any point it could have gotten physical and I'd have been fucked.
I'm convinced that he only got away with his shit for so long because everyone else was afraid of confronting him.

I now play Tau

I think he "likes" you OP, but you were to autistic to notice.

>Be me
>Run local gaming club with 2 friends
>Have gut we will call B
>B cheats
>B cheats in every game in every way
>40k 3rd edition cheated in mega battle so bad we had to drag another member outside to keep him from hitting B.
>B would bring his retarded brother to Clix booster drafts and try to take his brothers pulls on the sly
>Watched B play against legally blind guy and refuse to show him what he rolled.
>Playing for Big Thanos B brings a team 60 points over, call him on it stamps his foot and cries like a baby.
>Old Grognard friend dies, he had been in a nursing home after a stroke. Somehow his father takes B at his word and gives B all his gaming stuff. OG hated B with a passion and wrote down on paper who should get what when he knew his time was up. B sells all his stuff on Ebay pockets money to buy Star Trek attack wing stuff
>Don't be like B

Club has existed for 25 years so let me know if you want more stories of the assholes that blow through.

I like to read these stories.
What is by far the most ridiculous or cringe worthy thing that happened in your club?

Shit talking is one thing, but I don't get why people have issue with conceding if youve got little to no chance of winning.

I had a guy argue his dreadnought was in cover because I was shooting over a crater.

It's area terrain he said

It's a hole in the ground though

He seems to have had a very realistic chance of winning, since he still had his whole AdMech force left and probably some of the Marines too, since you'd have to take a Battle Demi-Company as your formation to receive free transports, IIRC.

Did you talk over terrain with him before playing the game?

>No.
Well then both of you are dumb for not doing it. Roll a d6 to establish what sticks.
>Yes. We agreed it was area terrain
Then play by the fucking rules.

I didnt quote OP precisely because i didnt want to refer to his situation specifically though.

>Old Grognard friend dies, he had been in a nursing home after a stroke. Somehow his father takes B at his word and gives B all his gaming stuff. OG hated B with a passion and wrote down on paper who should get what when he knew his time was up. B sells all his stuff on Ebay pockets money to buy Star Trek attack wing stuff

Legit criminal.

"Wrote down on paper" != "last will and testament"

B is a piece of shit, not a legit criminal. Though, he bought in to Star Trek Attack Wing so he got everything that was coming to him.

Was this before 8e and it was 25% obscured? If so, then it was in cover.

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fraud

Fair enough.
But if you're just playing in the LGS for funyou might as well play it out and see what happens. I wouldn't want to feel duped out of a game because some centerpiece got unlucky and shot off the table turn 1.

Writing shit down on a piece of paper is not a legally binding document.

Huh, it does in my state.

>Third world street FLGS was a strange place
how did you had money for tablrtop gaming then?
or a FLGS at all?

Lying to get things for free is still a crime.

More stories about "B" !

Arguing over rules are the most annoying moments for me.

>Opponent says they get cover from being out in the open, but behind LoS blocking terrain
>Tell my opponent I'm using artillery that doesn't need LoS and that they aren't standing in cover
>They insist they should get a +1 from cover
>Manager gets sick of our bickering and we roll off to see how we play it

Happens pretty much every game and it makes me mad every time because half the time we play it incorrectly.

Just look it up in the book.

1% aka the only people that matter user.

Also said third world not USA or Somalia

Once playing Infinity I got badly fucked by infiltrating boarding shotguns and I just quitted. I had no specialist left to properly do the mission and had no heavy weapons left to confront his datatracker (a TAG). He complained I still had 8 guys and insisted I kept playing, but they were mostly all combis and it was my first turn (I also didn't know I could spend a command token to remove two orders from one of his groups).
By quitting we could get back to a new game right there rather than spend the next 10-15 minutes limping like an injured fowl (was the first time I played against Ariadna Camo Spam)

I’ve played too many 2+ hour sessions of politely losing at games like Risk to know how to concede.

Sounds pretty neat senpai is that group still around.

>7e 40k
>Tau player tries to bring 3 riptides in a 1500pt game
>I refuse to play
>He starts throwing a fit and tries to convince the store owner to ban me
>Store owner bans him instead

Tried to expand out and started a meetup online, also went to a few other meetups. Got several new people all millennials including some girls.
>J was from a rich family and had been showing up to clix and buying comics.
>Nice enough guy but very angry
>Gets mad when loosing any game, or doesn't get his way
>J wins Clix tournament, store has great selection of out of production prize figures for prizes.
>We go from first to last then last to first in choosing prizes that way everyone gets something they wouldn't normally get.
>J wants some fruity Batman but chooses the ultra rare one when it comes back around
>Throws prize against wall and angrily whines to judges he should get what he wants because he won.
>Complains to me later about it throws fit of J rage when I point out he acted like an asshole.
>J also destroyed my beautiful Daemon Engine conversion using (pic related) by hitting table at a friends house in J rage and knocking it off shattering plastic and tearing greenstuff.
>MFW all the people we met online were crazy and the best was a severe paranoid schizophrenic.
>If someone is online to make friends there is usually a reason why they have to look online.


>B made friends with a guy no one liked but we called Chatty Kathy
>CK came in after Dawn of War came out and would give long monologues about how much he knew about 40k in his Dairy Queen uniform while we were playing.
>Everyone hated CK except B, who would show him how to play and lend him armies.
>CK finally got an army of his own and would helpfully remind us of things like Tau drones can fire move then fire again, Dark Eldar Talos have a 2+ re-rollable Inv save, and skimmers can move fire and move just like Tau drones.
>B taught him well.
>We all chipped in to buy all local giant Thanos clix. We even started going to other venues to make sure B couldn't win.

Some people just can't stop lying even if noone cares. It's just a trait some people have, I had a friend who lied a lot and it sounds like both my friend and your guy are just insecure.

You're gonna murder B right?

One thing I like about 8th edition is it's reduced arguing tenfold.

Sometime during 5th:

>Be me
>Hang out in local GW most of the time
>GW is fucking tine, maybe a metre space on each side of the table
>Enter Asshat
>Asshat went to my primary school, haven't seen him in 7 years though.
>Asshat plays Space Wolves, wears wolf t-shirts and hats with wolf ears, but coincidentally addedGrey Knights just as they became OP (the latter were literally just sprayed Gold, no details painted whatsoever)
>Asshat has some GK Grandmaster or something he got for a lot of money on ebay (more than retail price) because he's an idiot
>GW hosts big apocalypse battle, is literally crammed with people
>Asshat puts his grand master on the railing on the roof of very tall building because that the only way he could score an objective that turn
>Grandmaster or whatever is incredibly wobbly where he put him, everybody tells asshat that's a stupid idea
>Asshat ignores us, has to check a rule in his codex
>Bends down, his fat ass (he's like a hundred kg at 1,70) hits the table, Grandmaster plummets to his doom and bursts into like ten pieces
>Snaps back up, stares in rage, shouts that I kicked the table
>Tell him his blubber hit the table and that the nerve impulse is probably still traversing all his fat
>He almost cries and calls me a fucking nigger (I'm white, wtf)
>Has to be calmed down by the store manager
>His army gets obliterated by turn 2 so he pisses off seething

>Over the next few weeks notice the other people in the GW start talking less with me
>Ask a bro that also frequents if something's up
>Apparently Asshat has been telling everybody I tried to kill him in grade school whenever neither I or a redshirt were around
>Talk to manager
>Shit gets cleared up
>Asshat has a soft store ban

What the fuck is wrong with people?

Asshat plays Space Wolves, wears wolf t-shirts and hats with wolf ears

fucking furries

>They insist they should get a +1 from cover
That greentext was from 8th.

There used to be a proper gaming club at my home town, but it eventually went out of business due to lack of business (Placed in an old factory's second floor
>The place took almost the entire floor
>Was kept by a club of gamers, place was open as long as any one of them was present, sometimes overnight
>Small, active and friendly community, but not very cleanly and kinda snobby
>Vast amount of different tables and matching terrain pieces
>People were willing to lend their models, armies and decks for trying out new stuff
>Owner baked a huge ham around Christmas in the club's oven for everyone to share
>Club members' projects were all over the very messy place, model and terrain building, painting and casting, bitzboxes and sprues scattered around - could negotiate buying bitz and unneeded used models easily
>Owner offered discounts on pretty much any multiple item purchase
>Very messy, usually needed to clean up space if you wanted to play despite the club having multiple huge tables
>Fitting stereotype of a messy nerdy mancave

Be grateful user, you play in a shrine dedicated to and blessed by RNGsus.

Holy shit what a horrible person. How is he allowed to play anywhere.
And this on top of B. I'm so glad I don't have to play with randoms.

The WAACfag deserved that, good call from store owner.

>Tell him his blubber hit the table and that the nerve impulse is probably still traversing all his fat
>He almost cries and calls me a fucking nigger (I'm white, wtf)
Act like a nigger...

sorry, fatty

Actually, most states allow holographic wills, which is a will wholly in testator's own handwriting. It doesn't have a lot of the formal requirements of lawyer-drawn wills either, though you do have a little more work on your hands when it comes to probating the will.

is it frowned upon to frequent multiple FLGS? assuming none of the owners hold grudges against other stores or something

A lot of people in my area do that, and it's fine. There's also some pretty toxic owners too, but that doesn't stop anyone.

You're a consumer. You're always free to go and spend you money where and how you please.

sounds /comfy/ asf

>be playing eldar
>opponent says eldar players are cheaters just before the game begins
>Move my infantry 12 inches instead of 6
>he calls it out
>Ah ok

The thing is it was completely unintentional. Like my subconscious decided to cheat. He probably thought I was being a shit, but I was just retarded.

imagine chess. Dude got his knights and a rook captured and then pissed his pants.

Cmon with a statement like that you just got to storytime

This drives me nuts when I go out to game. I wish people would take the game less seriously. It's so frustrating.

I really hate competitiveness in 40k, I guess I'm technically a narrative mode fag but damn it's hard to find someone to play with.

...

I've never ran into anybody as autistic as you guys are saying, but I genuinely lament the day that I do.

The most I ran into was a cheater at a Zendikar release.
>Cast Crusher Zendikon
>Will win the game
"Oh, I'm sorry user, but you casted that on a land you just played, looks like you can't attack due to summoning sickness."
>Know he's lying, as I used the land I played that turn to cast it
>His two buddies chime in, some lard ass and skank he's banging
"Yeah user, he's right, you can't attack."
>Don't care enough to argue over a children's card game
>Accept my fate and lose unrightfully

After that I just stopped playing organized MtG. Seeing a grown man resort to cheating just to beat me, a 13yo kid at the time made me lose all taste for playing with anyone other than friends. Now I just do pack wars and starter decks here and there.

I hate it when they are clearly wrong. >Playing 7th, destroy opponents transport so he piles out
>During his turn he says he will charge but I tell him that he can't because his transport was destroyed
> He Chuck's a hissy fit demanding I show him the rules immediately or it doesn't work that way
>legit don't care that much, can't find the rule so we play on
>Beat him, then find the rule after the game. "You twisted that to beat me, if you knew the correct rule we should have played that"
> Wtf!

I never used to believe these stories of retards and dicks at mtg, then I went to one with some friends in a large city.

>Guy spends over 10 minutes trying to find his deck because he thought today was modern not standard
> Rule is that if the game goes over you each get one more turn
>I'm going to win in two turns so this guy drags out his turn until time because I need that extra turn to finish him
>Ends it in a tie instead of conceding which even his friends told him he should have done
>He ends up beating me in the night overall because of that tie

I now understand people who pull out every rule they can to gain an advantage. Don't know if it's a rule of fnm or just the lgs but I was told by one of the store staff that I could have called him on the set up time for a free win. If I was told that at the start of the night I wouldn't have done it. At the end of the night, not a second thought about handing that cunt a loss.

I'd say this depends on the state/country. In Sweden (and, I think, the other Nordic countries) anyone can make up a legally binding testament, but there are some formalities that must be observed (witnesses etc).

I used to not believe*

I have few old stories from my old Gaming Club, that wasn't really about wargaming, but let me setup some basic facts

>It was in country, that enjoyed first decade of freedom from eastern block and big soviet brother
>Wargaming was practically nonexistent expect for few strange homebrews using plastic models of tank and soldiers, often mismatched in scale
>Owner of "Game and Modeling activity club" was this guy who supplied all the kids with pirated games that required state of art 80386 computers, Doom, Dune and C&C lan parties were the shit
>One day he showed us his WH40K Ork and SM armies, that he bought from some guy in Austria (where his family emigrated in eighties because of soviet invasion after Prague Spring and this family was main financial support because well... they left him behind and felt sorry)
>Of course we all wanted try this fucking epic minies in full scale battles and take turns recombining armies, creating our own IG armies from plastic 'nam toy soldiers
>Then he started to taking orders, driving to Austria, where he had "contacts" and brings all the shit you wanted, if you had the coin
>After time there was stable pool of public minies and few guys get their own armies. 'nam soldiers get replaced with IG stuff, toxic chines plastic cars with green dyed pirates figures are transformed to regular Orks, etc.
>Everybody was happy and giddy, playing and discussing bootleg translations of lore, until Fatso McDonald von BurgerStrasse came

Now there are few stories that led to fall and total collapse of our Gaming Club, where Fatso was central actor.

You might seriously be retarded. What would cause you to actively disbelieve the thousands of stories about terrible MTG players? Do you seriously believe in fake news? Are you also an anti-vaxxer?

>Fatso McDonald von BurgerStrasse
is this an actual person or a metaphor for america?

What country, if you don't mind me asking?

seems to me to be Czech Republic

>Waiting for my table to free up at the lgs
>Meet some obviously autistic dude assembling cultists at the back of the place
>Everyone in an LGS is a sperg on some level so whatever
>Play Chaos too and engage in chatter, he's nice enough.
>Offer to help him build his dark vengeance cultists since despite being piss easy snapfit he's somehow fucking it up and doesn't see how awful they look
>We start to talk about anime since he has a FMA shirt on
>He boldly mentions Veeky Forums and hentai
>Half way through building he pulls out some H-manga from his pack
>It's blatantly fucking loli porn
>mfw
>Starts trying to show me and i have to politely decline, telling him i get it, but not here man.
>Excuse myself and go play my game when he finally puts it away
>Hear that the guy was later caught by the manager showing off his manga and apparently showing it to some teenagers got him kicked out and banned

The cherry on the cake is he was debating playing Emperors Children, Wish i could make this shit up

could be slovakia

He was (and probably still is) real person, that name slowly evolved, because he was getting fat before our eyes (as he frequented McDonald, while other kids were bringing their lunches from home... I know it may seen petty, but after few months, he always brought Happy Meal, hence the name)

Slovak Republic, formerly Czechoslovakia

>we were ordered to include them

hahaha as if teachers ever had this power

fucking commie pinko fucks

potato, potato

no potato in former soviet bloc, is national tragedy

>Fatso had his own SM army
>Mind that I was poor kid, so I only tried few games with shared minies and was there because of community, so I don't really have in depth knowledge of wargaming
>At first, Fatso was chill and even was fun to be around
>Then he started with his more and more frequent rage quits (as the other kids get better with their small armies)
>Some session went really sour and the Owner was forced to intervene, because Fatso tried to get physical with some kid, that mopped his "perfect" SM army
>With all this problems and also cheating, he get banned for few games and later for week, then whole month
>Because owner was soft hearted good guy, he always gives him chance to redeem himself and Fatso became much more sneakier with his petty anger
>After first major week ban, Fatso returned timid and says that he is sorry and wants to be good guy
>In first game, he rage quits and proceed to throw his minies to box, breaking few of his terminators
>Immediately says it was revenge from IG kid
>IG kid was all wut
>Fatso went red, holding his broken terminator in hand started screeching and flailing his arms, while cussing on IG kid
>Ends up throwing mini on IG kid, missing him and shattering it completely on wall
>Owner takes him outside and tell him, that one more time and it is permaban for him
>Fatso returns and only play with total newbies who only have store owned minies, mopping them in process

After some time, he takes his revenge on IG kid and nearly get permabanned (only saving himself by paying for damages and getting banned for month).

>At first it was little things
>Misplaced tools for modeling and painting
>Broken bases
>Small greeble pieces found discarded in bin
>Dices went missing
>Juice-box get smashed in some kid bag, destroying xeroxed codex

>Then, one day, IG kid came all sad and angry, his IG minies paintjob completely destroyed (club had dedicated painting room with shared paints bought by owner from our donations)
>He painted them, let them dry, then used this clear lacquer to lock in paint
>Somehow, the lacquer can get mysteriously replaced with paint thinner and IG kid didn't noticed (well he wasn't too much skilled in arts and craft probably)
>Paint is ruined and thinner even damaged some greeble on minies
>Fatso laughed and remarked, that IG kid should check what he was using
>Owner checks the "LACQUER" tin... somebody emptied it and filled with paint thinner
>IG kid with tears in eyes, left the club, leaving all his stuff behind
>Fatso, with smirk on his face ask everybody:
Well, somebody for quick kill point game? :^)
>Owners calls it a day, sends us home, while trying to save whatever he can from IG kid army

i'm waiting for this story to end with fatty getting a broken nose from the IG kids older brother

When I was like 17 or 18, I was playing 40k in the GW at the local mall one day. It was a summer afternoon but was also a weekday so it was kinda dead. I was just hanging out, shooting the shit and talking to the redshirts, when a guy that was clearly incapacitated by some kinda developmental thing wanders in. The staff was a little nervous and clearly knew the guy, though I had never seen him in before, and we're all just trying to kinda carry on and be friendly as we could be given the circumstances.

Basically the dim dude tried to add and follow along to the conversation as best as he could but, well, he was pretty much like if private Pyle from Full Metal Jacket had suffered more than a few extra head wounds.

He seemed to find the fact that I played Tau to be the most amazing thing he had ever heard, and after literally just standing around smiling and nodding to him occasionally as the normal conversation when on, he declared that I was the nicest person he had ever met and before I could process what was going on, wrapped his arms around me and gave me a hug.

All of the Red shirts had pained expressions, and I was frankly to dumbfounded to do much more than pat him on the back and just be like;'ummm, okay... there there big guy.' At least who ever he was, someone had taught him or made sure he had bathed recently.

He basically spent the next 5 or 10 minutes hugging me until his mom or his handler or, some older lady at least got his attention and coaxed him out of the store.

The staff were apologetic and thanked me for not freaking out at the guy. Actually gave me some old metal models from bin in the back room too; an Eldar Avatar and Marneus Calgar.

That's pretty much the strangest thing that's ever happened to me in a game store or hobby shop at least.

Pic related was pretty much my expression when he hugged me.

>Next day
>IG kid, his father, Owner, everybody in shop, trying to find out what happened
>We knew it was Fatso, but no evidence was found
>IG kid left his minies in painting room, that have unrestricted access for eveybody in club, supplies were shared, anybody could do something like that
>Owner mediated with the father, promising to get some replacement for his sons IG army for good price
>Fatso didn't show that day, in fact he didn't shows for whole week
>One of the guys, friend of Owner who played Ork army pull some Sherlock Holmes moves while building case for Fatso permaban
>Other kids says, that Fatso wasn't in school
>Head teacher mentions to kids, that Fatso get some allergy issues, probably while the class had field day and if any of the other kids had same problems (skin rashes) they should mention it to parents
>I need to mention, that Fatso was wearing mostly track suit (i know, superslav thing)
>When Fatso returned to Game Club, he gives the Ork guy proof of his crime
>His fucking black track suit
>Orange splats on front of his jacket from fucking paint thinner
>Ork guy brings the Owner and of course, we all followed, because well... lynch mob mentality?
>(cont.)

Don't leave us hanging user

I need to know what happens next.

This is the moment, when Fatso broke, his smirking :^) mask fell down and started shouting, that this is not proof for anything and he probably was finishing his minies at home or smoething.

>owner does not believe him
>nobody is believing him
>awkward_silence.wav
Fuck you guys, he deserved it, because he is fag and you all are fags and I am going home! He destroyed my terminator completely. I only messed his paints!
>He flails and screeches while packing his army, knowing he fucked up and probably get permabaned
>Owner let him go and calmly goes to the counter, bringing up land line and proceed to call fatso mother
Mrs. McDonald? This is Owner from Modeling Club... yes... there is situation regarding of damages done by your son... yes, could you please take some time and visit my store? Thank you.

>justiceboner.exe

I hope his mom beat the shit the McDonald's out of him.

>Fatso mother visit store, everybody is in Game Room, with ears to the doors to store room
>Fatso is there too, because mother snatches him at home and bring him with her
>Owner explains situation
>Owner shows destroyed army, splats on track suit, that fatso is still wearing
>Mrs. McDonald is silent, she was large lady and we expected her to stand by her sons side
>She turns to Fatso and with cold, horrible voice, that still haunts me today, she asks
Mrs. Mc: Fatso... did you knowingly did all what this young gentlemen accuses you from?
Fatso: ... (inhale) Yes, but-
>Mrs. McDonald smacks him so much, that Fatso nearly fell on ground
Mrs. Mc: I knew, that thing on your hands weren't from allergies! How could you do this? Pack your thing... no not your plastic toy soldiers, place them on that table!
>She turns to Owner, brings out this huge bulk of cash and gives him like.. a whole lot of monies
These are for the poor little kid plastic toys and these
>Points to Fatso SM army
Give them to some less fortunate kids, my son seemingly don't deserve them!

After the dust settled down and Fatso horrible screeching promptly silenced with other smack on face, owner gives him one month ban. Sadly this didn't help as Fatso instead of leaving the scene, chooses to fuck with store Owner and other kids enough (including me), that even police gets involved and literary caused our original Club to be evicted by property owner.

Sorry I was trying to remember as much details of the story as possible.

>owner gives him one month ban
for fucks sake the owner needs a smack from mrs mcdonalds as well

What did he do to get the police involved and the club evicted?

What happened with police?

My entire FLGS is like this, they concede at the drop of a hat because fighting to the bitter end is, "a sub-optimal use of time," even in friendly games.
Meanwhile, I always beg my opponents to stay because I believe in a thing called "turn 3".

Also, the Christian guy isn't okay with playing Chaos, but is okay with being nicknamed, "God"? I'm a pretty hardcore bible-thumper myself, and I play Chaos.

That's basically how grey knights play. A massive force for them is like 20 models. The play choice is random and you often have to table knights to beat them.

We all shared this feeling, but Owner was too good for this world... he later gave him permaban, but it didn't helped.

I must leave now, but to satiate your hunger for justice: He fucked with us, but it had happy ending after all.

>He accused Ork guy, that he tried to sell him pot
>He accused me and other kids of ganging him and giving him "blanket" (throwing blanket over somebody head and kicking him on the ground)
>He anonymously accused store owner of raising extremist group, because we had big poster of imperial commissar on door and he said, that it was SS offices
>He paid some older kids to beat us and steal our stuff when we were leaving club

After the police and whole shit, property owner evicted us, because he didn't need too much attention form cops on his own shady business. We miraculously found some place to store our stuff, tables, terrains, books and supplies, even had room to play and Fatso finally left us alone.

Only later we found, that Fatso, with his demented brain tries his last petty revenge (try to understand, this shit went for more than three years from start to end). He bought some hard drugs from junkies and tried to hide them in our old Club (didn't knew about our eviction). Art room always had cracked window. As he tries to force entry to club, random police car spots him and after searching him, shit hits the fan for him. Of course his dad make the right calls so he didn't have to go to jail, but what we heard, his mom really put her foot down on his fat neck after all this.

must have been a big foot

Holy shit. who spergs out this much over Warhammer? Thank you for the story, was fun reading

>Playing friend with fluff World Eaters list, a Zhufor/Kharn led army, he's IG with Straken. 1000 points each 5th ed.
>We get offered to play this one player with 2000 marines. Painted pink, with strike and TH/SS Terminators, captain on bike, bike troops and 5 man squads /w/ lascannon razorbacks. Don't remember specifics but very cheesey list.
>Again painted a really bright pink, and kept laughing about it, criticizing our paint jobs (which where better than his as neither of us a slouch with brush/airbrush).
>Game underway, painful, as he argues every fucking rule, tries to roll dice out of view, and questions everymove or shot we take by measuring them 10 times himself with tape measure despite him constantly trying to break movement and range rules. Gets angry when he hasn't tabled us by turn 3 and has to "play another 3 rounds against boring opponents".
>Of course he wins and spends the rest of the night interrupting our game to call us losers, and we find out he also had been bragging about how shit both of us were as painters and gamers (we were regulars in club torney's and usually both finished top 3).
>Bragging and bullshit carry on for a couple of weeks, where the same behavior taking place, wandering gaming tables to try and find what he considered to be an obvious soft target and acting like a douche whilst beating them. Still bragging about beating both of us.
>Next club tourney the guy interrupts both of us separately the night before to say he looks forward to beating us the next day. Friend plays IG leaf blower list 2000pnts, I play my competition Salamanders 2000pnts. I get what I consider to be a convincing but not overwhelming victory over him and my friend tables him turn 3. Infact whole tourney he never wins a game. Dude walks around like his mother just died, and it turns out later attempted to appeal the games with tourney organizer as he felt "some of my opponents deliberately cheated by tailoring lists to beat me".

Like you wouldn't avenge your Terminator if some poorfag wilfully and maliciously destroyed it in front of a crowd while insulting your parents.

the guy now just turns up occasionally still trying to pick easy marks on the tables and bragging out of earshot about people he has beaten, He has never entered one of our tourneys since. Responds with sulking and outbursts when his 0-5 tourney game record is brought up.

She was a big lady
>pic related
Long story short, I think, that Fatso was just malevolent petty being, but we really put him into overdrive when Owner gets his mom involved and he was put down by her before us. Loosing his precious SM army (that was seriously worth something like high end gaming PC today) and smacked like a little bitch.

Thank you all for reading my horrible engrish, it was somewhat cathartic to finally write it down for someone outside our little group. See ya later guys!

Your english was fine, thank you for the story.

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