[X] My Assistant

[pbangarth]

By the time I was seven or eight years old, I was beating my brother, older by nine years, regularly at chess. Once in a while the frustration got too much for him and he would toss the chess board and pieces. It made the victory both less appealing and more savory.

At other times he would brag about my chess skill to his buddies.

Brothers. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/sarcastic.gif)

[deek]

I've got a couple more, replying to the getting physically angry. I didn't think of them as "worst" experience cause from my POV, they were quite funny.

1) My buddy Dave came to visit one weekend, bringing his copy of NBA Jam with all his custom players. We played it all weekend, with Dave winning most games because of his high "level" custom players. It was a few hours before he was getting ready to head out, so my roommate and I challenged him to another game. We had been upping our newly created custom players over the weekend and we thought we had a chance. The game was close at right near the end of the game, Dave was getting ready to score a basket to put the game out of reach when we blocked his shot. He got it back and shot again, but we grabbed it off the rim (which is legal in the game). This happened a couple times, but finally we got the ball down the court and scored to bring it within 2 points. Dave took it out and we stole the ball at mid-court (we were never able to steal the ball from his player all weekend) and at the buzzer hit a three to win. Dave was livid. He threw the SNES control at the TV, cursing. He broke the controller, which wasn't his, so we told him he owed us a new controller. Even more pissed, he walked over to the couch where his friend was (that also came down to visit for the weekend) actually kicked him and told him to hurry up cause they were leaving. Needless to say, it was hilarious. Dave's friendship with the guy on the couch ended, as I heard he berated and argued with him the whole drive home (about 2 hours).

2) Dave again...this time Matt, Dave and I were finishing up a heated battle of Eurorails in Matt's basement. No one had been talking for the last 15 minutes, as we were all on our last runs and the first one to drop off their payload would likely win. Well, Matt drops off a payload and we all sigh, thinking he just won, but he didn't. He needed to drop off another one, so pulls from the deck...and what comes up? An avalanche card. Basically, an area on the map gets all built tracks erased and any trains in that area lose a single payload (at the other players' choice). Dave is in the "kill zone" and is furious, but...he looks at us both and admits to cheating his last move and moving 3 spaces too many, so he shouldn't actually be in the kill zone. Matt and I are taken aback, as Dave just said he cheated. Anyways, we don't let him move back...basically saying that he cheated so he is going to have to live with that mistake. He calls bullshit and then says fine. Looking at where he is at and where he is going, we then pick the payload for him to drop...we pick his big moneymaker, basically costing him any chance of winning. He gets insanely irate, swipes his hand across the board, curses and then storms out of the basement and actually leaves to go home! Again, pretty funny to me...I think Matt and I finished the game as best we could and I ended up the winner, but even if I didn't still a great moment and still gets brought up to this day.

[Wesley Street]

There was a guy I knew back in the 90's that would throw his miniatures across the room regularly when the "displeased him". Not just as a display of anger (which I have see too). Just whenever they didn't perform well.

That is the funniest thing I've read today.

<James Earl Jones>"You have displeased me for the last time little inanimate pewter figurine." </James Earl Jones>

[paws2sky]

That is the funniest thing I've read today.

<James Earl Jones>"You have displeased me for the last time little inanimate pewter figurine." </James Earl Jones>

Yeah... pretty much just like that.

-paws

[paws2sky]

Here's Team Fortress 2 story...

A couple weekends ago, my son - who's probably too young to be playing TF2, honestly - was doing his usual thing as engineer on some random 2Fort server. At some point, he comes into the laundry room and asks me if I can help him build a sentry. That's extremely basic stuff, that he's long since mastered, but he seems upset so I decided I should see what's going on. I sit down and some guy is shit talking at me because he's pwning me. blah blah blah. Typical, immature trash talk. At that point, I was kind of glad my son is still wokring on reading. *cough*

I go out to the courtyard and start building a sentry, covering the battlements and courtyard. One of my usual spots. Spy drops cloak, headshots me with the Ambassador (an unlockable pistol), and saps my sentry. More trash talking.

So, rather than do the obvious thing and switch to pyro to flush him out, I switch to spy and disguise myself as one of his teammates. He's still just standing there, disguised. As me. So, I backstab him and get revenge. He gets pissed. Calls me a nub and starts threatening me.

I start wandering around the base, backstabbing to my heart's content. Then I see a spy, again disguised as me, wander underneath the grate room. I wait a second to make sure no one is following him in, then drop down. Another backstab. More threats and cussing. A few more backstabs on the same guy and I'm dominating him.

He comes back as a pyro. Another backstab or two and he get so pissed he switches to my team to scream at me on voice chat. Of course, I keep voice chat at 0 volume except when I'm playing late at night so I don't hear a thing. People are telling him to shut up.

The admin (who was on my team) kick/bans him after about a minute. The notification of why lists Mic Spam, Racism, and a couple other things.

I lol'd. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/grinbig.gif)

-paws

[deek]

Here's my favorite DnD 2nd Edition story ever:

I ran a lot of solo games with my best friend early in my gaming career. We each had a couple characters and we got to really high levels. Well, a couple of my friends, also DMs, but with different circles of gamers, also had high level characters, so there was always fun chat about how "my character could beat yours".

Anyways, my friend and one of other DMs always butted heads. The DM was certain that his character could destroy anyone...he was an psionic which I banned in my games early on and was just super overpowered of a class anyways. But, so be it. He had a large ego, so I figured he'd accept the challenge from my friend, who was much lower level.

So, being my best friend, I wanted to help, so I looked around and found a few things that I thought might work. Between our four characters, we had some bags of holding, an amulet of the planes, a portable hole and a ring that allowed one to go with air for several days. So, using information from the DMG (basically item descriptions) and manual of the planes, we set the plan in motion.

We let my DM friend choose the "battlefield" and I would ref the thing (we actually did this as a 3-way phone call). So, initiative was rolled and the DM friend won, doing some sort of self buff. My friend ended up pulling out his portable hold, which I had one of my characters in, wearing his amulet of the planes. We opened a bag of holding and dropped it in the portable hole, which had some language stating that everyone would be sucked into a vortex that dumped them on the astral plane. My friend and I immediately use the amulet to get back to the prime material plane, and based on RAW, it was something like ever 6 seconds on the astral equated to 1 year on the prime...so we arrived back about a year after we started the fight, no big deal.

Anyways, I described to the DM friend what he saw. Basically, my friend opening up the hole and bag, seeing another humanoid for a split second and then both blink out of existence. He didn't really know what to say, as he didn't have anyone to attack. I told him that I figured he would figure out a way to get back, but it probably would take some time, which he agreed with. I let him know that time on the prime was several hundred years into the future when he returned, but he didn't really care.

That was the first and last time I ever did a player vs. player type encounter, solely based on two people hating each other. And when I look back on it, I think it was a lot cooler for my friend, than anyone else, cause I doubt anyone else really cared. But, if I was the psionicist and got screwed from playing my character in a campaign I wanted to be in, I'd be pretty pissed at this outcome.

[Oregwath]

I only have two experiences I would call bad.

The first one was when I was running Changeling: The Lost. I had recently moved and this was the first game I ran for this group. My previous group had been big into role playing and would often go through whole sessions without bringing out dice. They also worked together without being told they needed to. This group was... different. After a few months of complaints about changelings not being powerful enough (they didn't make any pledges) I finally agreed that they could make new characters from NWoD during the next down time in the story.

I ended up with a changeling, a vampire, a werewolf, a mage and a promethean. So they all are in a run down bar when their reflections sort of morph together and pours itself out of the mirror behind the bartender. The next scene reveals to everyone that they aren't the only supernaturals around. After the fight, the promethean steps outside and starts drawing large symbols on the front of the building. When asked what he was doing, he said that he was warning others that there were vampires, changelings, mages, and werewolves in this town. Of course, they didn't like this. The promethean kept saying "this is what we do, we leave tramp marks for each other" the changeling flipped out shrieking that "changelings hate people knowing about them" the vampire thought it would be a good time to try feeding, and the werewolf went garu. The mage sat back to "record" it all. I called the game and took a four month break from WoD. I started back up, but I only invited two of those players to the next attempt.

The second bad experience happened just a few days ago. I have been wanting to play shadowrun for the better part of a decade now, but I haven't been able to find anyone else interested in it. I finally found someone who is willing to run it, and my excitement couldn't have been greater. I spent nearly two months working on a mage, with the help of the fine folks here at dumpshock. Then the day of the game is upon us. I sit down and ask what the other two players are playing. I normally like to build characters together, but it didn't happen this time. One says he is going to play a sammy and the other one responds "I don't know, what are the classes in this game?" Appearantly two months wasn't enough time for him to read the book. So we spend some time trying to explain to him the system, and I am not really helping because remember, this was going to be my first game.

We finally convince him that he can't play a guy who is a technomancer in the matrix and a mage in the meatworld, so he pouts and says he will just use the premade combat mage. I am a little leary about their being two mages and no one who has any tech skills, but I figure I will see what happens. Then the guy who said he was playing a sammy says, "Hurry up with the book, I need to make my character too." No game that night. Oh well, I figure next week would be a rousing game, and I even manage to talk the gm into letting me switch to a technomancer so that we can have some tech support.

Unfortunately, next week was gencon, and the gm was going. Fine, more time to fiddle with the tech stuff and figure out the matrix. Then last sunday we were to try again. The session starts out with the guy who had grabbed the pre-made calling to tell us he wasn't going to make it. I am hopeful that we can do a little bit with just the sammy and I. Then the sammy asks for a character sheet. Appearantly he lost his character in the two weeks between sessions and wanted to make a new character anyway. So, I have made two characters and sat in two sessions... and still haven't played shadowrun. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/dead.gif)

[Wounded Ronin]

Here's Team Fortress 2 story...

A couple weekends ago, my son - who's probably too young to be playing TF2, honestly - was doing his usual thing as engineer on some random 2Fort server. At some point, he comes into the laundry room and asks me if I can help him build a sentry. That's extremely basic stuff, that he's long since mastered, but he seems upset so I decided I should see what's going on. I sit down and some guy is shit talking at me because he's pwning me. blah blah blah. Typical, immature trash talk. At that point, I was kind of glad my son is still wokring on reading. *cough*

I go out to the courtyard and start building a sentry, covering the battlements and courtyard. One of my usual spots. Spy drops cloak, headshots me with the Ambassador (an unlockable pistol), and saps my sentry. More trash talking.

So, rather than do the obvious thing and switch to pyro to flush him out, I switch to spy and disguise myself as one of his teammates. He's still just standing there, disguised. As me. So, I backstab him and get revenge. He gets pissed. Calls me a nub and starts threatening me.

I start wandering around the base, backstabbing to my heart's content. Then I see a spy, again disguised as me, wander underneath the grate room. I wait a second to make sure no one is following him in, then drop down. Another backstab. More threats and cussing. A few more backstabs on the same guy and I'm dominating him.

He comes back as a pyro. Another backstab or two and he get so pissed he switches to my team to scream at me on voice chat. Of course, I keep voice chat at 0 volume except when I'm playing late at night so I don't hear a thing. People are telling him to shut up.

The admin (who was on my team) kick/bans him after about a minute. The notification of why lists Mic Spam, Racism, and a couple other things.

I lol'd. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/grinbig.gif)

-paws

That is pretty awesome.

The closest thing I've ever done was knife-kill a guy on Soldier of Fortune II who had been cursing me out for using the M590 and going on about how I wouldn't be shit without the M590. So I snuck up behind him next spawn and knifed him.