The most outrageous gaming behavior you've ever seen

[shin-goji]

Kurgin2000 recently posted this funny antecdote in another thread, and thought i'd see if anyone has other similar stories to share:

LOL Sadly I have actually seen that or at least similar. At my local store I was in buying some MK stuff and there were the usual Pokemon/Yu-gi-oh plyers ther well these two kids were arguing over money and some one not in the fight got the bright idea to roll a quarter accross the ground. Well needless to say the two kids flew accross the room (Knocking the MK table over) And began to wrestle on the ground for a quarter. I was so stuned especially since bothe kids moms were standing there smoking a cigerette just watching these kids pound eachother. I could not help but wounder what would happen if I threw a doller out there LOL

[shin-goji]

Now, my story isn't all that outrageous, but it is funny. Spidersense and I are on our 4th straight game. This was an ill-fated V Dr. Doom against Blastar and Kang. The less said the better [I lost]. This high school kid looks over his shoulder at us and at the HC Tourney posters I've made to put up around the venue and giggles, "Hero-Clix, what a bunch of nerds." Then he turned back to his Warhammer 40k tournament and moved his Dragonball Z Collectable Playing cards out of his way. :)

[webhead817]

Me and some friends were on an all-night Overpower playing bender (like eight years ago now) one night, at my buddies house. After losing a particularly stressful game he whipped his whole deck across the house. He was so ticked, we were afraid to laugh!

A couple of years ago at Origins, a group of us were playing Raw Deal at the Comic Images booth. Well, they had these white plastic patio chairs for everybody, and this one guy at the next table, he must have been leaning back in his chair or something (and he was a big guy), and all of a sudden his chair just, I don't know, let go, gave up the ghost, whatever. He fell back and absolutely whacked his head on the table behind him, I thought he was dead. I think he was OK though.

That same year at Origins, I'm playing in a tourney and it's like 2 or 3 in the morning. All of a sudden we hear these sirens go off, and apparently there was an ambulance outside. I guess some poor fella, he was going down on an escalator with all of his gaming stuff in his arms, and I guess the escalators shut off at a certain time. Anyway, this guy when flying down the escalator when it suddenly stopped and had a yard sale with all of his stuff. Tragic really.

[Manchine]

Well I was coming home from working one night. We had a big snow storm a few days ago and now it was raining. THe snow was melting and such. I go on the expressway and not more then a minute later. I hydroplane it and roll my car several times. Landed in the medium with knocked out with water up to my chest. Well I had about 2000 dollars of warhammer figs in my back seat. Needless to say they about 3/4ths of my figs went all over the place. A lot hit the road. Needless to say about 12 flat tires and 3 car accidents happened in that area in 4 hours after that. According to the news, becuase of metal objects in the road. Of course it took me some time to figure it out, but thats another story.

:rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek:

[skeevo666]

so anyone wanting to get rid of their Warhammer figs could sell 'em to Ninjas to use as caltrops?

[Spidersense]

Originally posted by shin-goji
Kurgin2000 recently posted this funny antecdote in another thread, and thought i'd see if anyone has other similar stories to share:



I think he was mad because we were bigger than him and we had a table to play on. Oh yeah, we were probably enjoying ourselves more too.

[TheFallenOne]

I once saw a ten year old kid walk up to an unknown 16 year old and punch him in the back of the head because someone had promised him a stack of crumby magic rares. It was hilarious, this little kid had some real gonads on him.

another time two kids got in a fight. they were like 14 and 16. well the sixteen year old yelled and charged at the 14 year old. He made a slight error and did it right as my buddy walked in front of him. my friend is 6'6'' and weighs about 250 pounds. He had no idea that these two were arguing so all he sees is some kid running right at him yelling. needless to say my buddy grabbed this kid by the collar and threw him into a nearby gaming table. Now that was by far the funniest thing we had ever seen. I think the kid might have dumped in his pants he looked so scared, and my friend just looked real confused. Luckily for the kid no one was using the table and he was able to walk away with some bruises

[Doomtoy]

Not sure if this counts... but it DID happen over the gaming table.

Friend of mine -- call him Bob -- guy with no shame at all, got a bunch of flak once because of his horrible toxic stinkies. In the process of ranking him out about it, someone -- it might have been me -- said, "Light a match, man! (waves hand to disperse odor) Jeez!"

He looked at me quizzically. Someone else explained to him the flammable nature of flatulence.

His face showed shock ... and glee. "No way!" he exclaimed. Feeling another one coming on, he rolled backwards, flung his ankles about his ears, pointed his butt skyward, snatched out a Bic lighter, lit it, and held it ready.

It cost him the hair on his knuckles, but he was... ENLIGHTENED.

So to speak.

For months after that, you never knew when he'd suddenly fling himself on his back and let loose the torch of liberty... It cost him a bit with the chicks, but he was the life of any party. Anyone can throw up or take their top off, but Bob was the only one anyone ever heard of who brought his own light show. With a little experimentation, he even found that he could vary the flames' colors, depending on what he'd eaten that day. The most common colors were blue and yellow, but he found that various foods, in addition to increasing his flatulence, produced blue and green, blue and orange, pure blue, orange and yellow, and there was one thing that even produced sparks. I don't know what it was. I frankly didn't wanna know, mad science notwithstanding....

It all came to an end one September day, at my place. We had a game of Dungeons and Dragons going on (which means we were broke that weekend, likely). I was gamemastering. Bob was on the couch, Bobo and Troll were sitting next to him, and I was sitting on the floor on the other side of the coffee table. We were talking or something, and suddenly, Bob's eyes lit with an inner ...fire... we'd all come to recognize.

"Fire alarm!" said, Troll, realizing what was about to happen. Troll and Bobo immediately scooched away to give him room to work. I obligingly grabbed the coffee table and pulled it back.

Bob flung his ankles about his ears, rolled onto his back, and lit up.

Something went terribly, terribly wrong.

We're still not sure what.

Bobo thinks that the gas coming out the leg of his shorts ignited, and traveled inwards, causing an explosion in the seat of his pants.

Troll thought it was Bob's new synthetic-fiber parachute-material shorts -- they must've been flammable or something.

I don't agree with Bobo -- I saw the initial fire blossom right over the middle of his butt, right before the nine-foot tongue of pink fire shot out of his bahonkus, right at my face.

I threw myself backwards, flat on the floor, just in time to save my eyebrows. For days afterwards, my mustache smelled like burnt hair.

All I could see was blazing pink armaggeddon. It took a minute for my eyes to focus. For one horrible moment, I thought the curtains were on fire. I heard screams.

I sat up, figuring no fart ever blown could last more than a few seconds. Fortunately, I was right. My eyes focused. The screams continued.

Bob was face down, bent over the couch. His shorts were on fire. Troll had a deathgrip around his waist, and he and Bobo were beating the #### out of him, trying to put the fire out. I leaped up and began beating the #### out of him, too.

The fire went out quickly enough, but the material continued to smolder, and we wound up tearing his shorts off of him and running them into the kitchen, into the sink. Bob rolled on the floor, moaning. His poor butt was bald as an egg, and red as a lobster. He wasn't badly hurt -- not even any blisters -- and he later told us that it wasn't the fire that hurt him, it was Troll's huge hands whacking him on the bahonkus -- Troll was a pretty big guy, and Bob was … well… small for his age… and several blows had fallen a bit further south than they'd been intended, and Troll had in fact fetched him several nasty blows to the 'nads.

There was a burnt, fused hole in Bob's shorts big enough to put a man's fist through without touching the edges.

We posted the shorts on the wall of the stairwell as a trophy to our cleverness ... and as a warning, for generations to come. It later passed into history among the dormdwellers as the Totem Of The Tribe Of Flaming ###holes, but that's another story...

[darius_dax1]

That has got to be the funniest thing I have heard in a long while.

[ShadowRaven]

sadly ditto.......LOL

[Psylockeslover]

MY GOD I can't stop laughing!!!

That is just too funny!

[Spock]

I don't think this really counts, but it's the strangest thing that's ever happened to me while playing a game.

Background detail: I live in Colorado; never played anywhere else. In 2001, I won the Colorado Young Jedi and Jedi Knights open championships.

Anyway, it's a few weeks after the opens and I'm at the same store playing in a Star Trek tournament when one of the owners calls me over. So I go over to see what he wants and he tells me that there's a guy on the phone calling from Florida to talk to me. (??) Now, I didn't know anybody from Florida and I certainly couldn't imagine why anybody would be calling me at the store...I said.. "What?". So he repeated, "There's a guy on the phone calling from Florida to talk to you."

Ok...so once it dawns on me that he's serious, I have him ask the guy what he wants (I'm deaf, so I don't use phones). Turns out the guy wanted to ask me about my Jedi Knights decks so he could use them in the Florida open... I had him give the guy my email address, and later I sent him the decklists and strategy. They probably weren't usable as is since the new set came out before the Florida open, but I hear he won.

I still can't believe someone went to the trouble of looking up the store info and calling long distance to talk about Jedi Knights..

[skeevo666]

Originally posted by Spock
I don't think this really counts, but it's the strangest thing that's ever happened to me while playing a game.

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I still can't believe someone went to the trouble of looking up the store info and calling long distance to talk about Jedi Knights..


I counts alright, but it counts as sad not outrageous ;)

[Doomtoy]

I gotta go with Skeevo. That certainly counts... but I don't know if I'd call it funny. SAD, perhaps, but not funny.

Although it's always nice to know that one has a fan club of sorts...

[shin-goji]

I have you all beat. When playing an RPG, a player had especially bad rolls. He took his bag of dice and emptied it into the toilet, the whole thing. We waited for a flush. He came back and wanted to know if he could borrow some dice because he was about to flush his and that was all he had for the rest of the game. We all said hell no and soon he was back in the bathroom fishing his dice out of the john!

[shin-goji]

Doomtoy, the only way that could have been better is if it had happened at a Comic Shop during a tournament :)

[Doomtoy]

Bob would have done it there, too. The guy had NO shame.

But I wouldn't have wanted to pay for the damage he might have done in a store full of dry old comics in plastic bags.

...emptied his whole bag of dice in a toilet? Jeez... I bet nobody wanted to touch HIS dice after that...

[TheFallenOne]

Originally posted by Doomtoy

For months after that, you never knew when he'd suddenly fling himself on his back and let loose the torch of liberty...

wow. I see that you hang out with some real high class people. Thats disgusting and immature. Are all the people you hang out with this crass? I suddenly feel so much better about my gang of losers. HaHa:D

[onew0rd]

Neither happened at a gaming store. They both happened circa 1990-91 at my house when I was in HS. A group of us would meet there to game and on the weekends.

Me and my pals were taking a short break from gaming by scarfing down some Pizza. Well thoroughly stuffed, we were about to head back up to my room to continue the fun, when two of my friends got into some kind of argument. One of my friends says he can polish off the last 4 greasy slices of pizza AND the last 2 cans of soda in less than 2 minutes. Now mind you, under normal circumstances, this is not such a feat (for any of the ...um big guys in our gaming group back then), difficult, but not impossible. But this guy had EASILY eaten a whole pie by himself and at least 3 cans of soda. They made a bet of sorts and we started the clock. My friend scarfed and chugged and with about 5 seconds left he was chugging away at the last of the soda. His face and hands coated with orange grease. He had done the impossible. So he wins and we all are hooting and hollering and then he runs to the bathroom and tosses his cookies for a couple of minutes.
Punchline/Aftermath: The most F'd up thing is that I went to the bathroom a couple of hours or so later (after several people had been and gone and flushed the toilet, etc) There WAS STILL that GREASY RAINBOW PATTERN ON THE WATER like an oily puddle on the street!!!! The guy had tainted my water supply!!! I don't know why this distrubed me so much but to this day I have that image in my head.

Another time, my mom had bought pounds of Hamburger meat, buns, and toppings and left the kitchen to us to fend for ourselves as a little gift (we were non-driving minors who ate too much pizza). So we all took turns setting up, grilling up, and serving our own burgers. It actually became a really fun thing for a couple of hours. So the official sourpuss pain-in-the-arse of the gaming group (every group has one apparently) decides we are going to make his burger for him while he stays upstairs playing Street Fighter II on the SNES. After a heated exchange he pulls a "it's your house, I'm a guest and I don't feel comfortable cooking" BS excuse. We all got pretty pissed and the guy was already on shaky grounds with several of us so we all decided to make him "the special". We cooked up a hamburger laced with every type of sauce in the fridge, every spice in the pantry, and a dash of Lemony Palmolive. Drops of Strawberry Quick, BBQ Sauce, Choc Syrup, Whip Cream, Cumin, Apple Pie Spice, Vanilla Extract, etc. The thing was so sloppy with Salad Dressing and Whip Cream that we had to add flour to make it not ooze around. LOL. We cooked it up and served it up real nice on a bun with a slice of cheese and some chips. When we brought it up we all had our Poker faces on and we passed him this plate and he paused the game and says something to the effect of "#### that took long!". Then he munched away at his Palmoliveburger. He ate the whole thing up and LOVED IT!!! A couple of minutes into it my friend asked him if he liked the burger and he nodded and I swaer I almost split myself holding the laughter in. It was insanely hilarious albeit mean.

[ShadowRaven]

and he liked it???????.........how bizarre.........