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.