Spooky smoke: don't breathe this!
Decided that with the time I spend painting Warhammer 40K figures, I might as well learn to play the game some time, so I headed down to the local Games Workshop after work. Since there were several others looking for a game, the staff set us up all together with three players a side.
I ended up on a team with a girl of about ten years old (she was deeply offended that her Orcs would have to fight on the same side as my Space Marines, because "That Makes No Sense!") and her younger brother. On the other team were two people I forget, and...
...okay, you know the Cat Piss Man stereotype? Not a myth. He ticked pretty much all the boxes, up to and including "gaming figures STUCK IN HIS BEARD". I think he was the only experienced player there, give or take Orc Girl, and we ended up facing one another while the other players fought on the other side of the board.
He spent a lot of the set-up time and the first half of the game gloating about how foolish I was to set up opposite him, because his Necrons would "barbecue" my assault squad and "destroy the very MOLECULES of their bodies" with their great big energy guns. "Just wait until it's my turn to shoot and I will OBLITERATE YOU!"
Meanwhile, I spent the first half of the game moving my guys towards him, using cover to make sure he didn't get a clear shot. When I got close enough to charge, it turned into a Halloween episode of "Will It Blend?"
Final tally: seven Necrons dispatched (about half the total force, and things weren't looking good for the other half) with zero Marine casualties. I was kinda glad when the staff called time; he looked like he was about to throw a tantrum. From what one of the staff said later, he'd been banned before and only recently allowed back in.
So, I had fun and I'll probably go back, but not in a hurry to play with that particular guy again. I guess I've just been spoiled by all the lovely gamers I know who have social skills AND know what soap is for.
I ended up on a team with a girl of about ten years old (she was deeply offended that her Orcs would have to fight on the same side as my Space Marines, because "That Makes No Sense!") and her younger brother. On the other team were two people I forget, and...
...okay, you know the Cat Piss Man stereotype? Not a myth. He ticked pretty much all the boxes, up to and including "gaming figures STUCK IN HIS BEARD". I think he was the only experienced player there, give or take Orc Girl, and we ended up facing one another while the other players fought on the other side of the board.
He spent a lot of the set-up time and the first half of the game gloating about how foolish I was to set up opposite him, because his Necrons would "barbecue" my assault squad and "destroy the very MOLECULES of their bodies" with their great big energy guns. "Just wait until it's my turn to shoot and I will OBLITERATE YOU!"
Meanwhile, I spent the first half of the game moving my guys towards him, using cover to make sure he didn't get a clear shot. When I got close enough to charge, it turned into a Halloween episode of "Will It Blend?"
Final tally: seven Necrons dispatched (about half the total force, and things weren't looking good for the other half) with zero Marine casualties. I was kinda glad when the staff called time; he looked like he was about to throw a tantrum. From what one of the staff said later, he'd been banned before and only recently allowed back in.
So, I had fun and I'll probably go back, but not in a hurry to play with that particular guy again. I guess I've just been spoiled by all the lovely gamers I know who have social skills AND know what soap is for.