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Post by heatseeker on Mar 28, 2006 1:49:21 GMT -6
We (Josh, Andrew, Mike, Adam H, Caleb, and myself) went to the battle bunker on saturday. It was full of wonder, screaming kids, screaming adults, and stalkerish kids. But the games we had were actually fuckin good. Mike and I played some 40k on the city terrain, which my minis got fucked up bc of the unevenness (i.e. my immolator/exorcist taking the 5 foot plunge and smashing into a billion pieces. luckily the figure goes back together easily). I ended up takin the victory with my flash fire army. Caleb and Adam played 40k in the weird space craft wreckage terrain. IG vs Eldar. I think Caleb ended up takin the victory. Josh and Andrew played fantasy. Brets vs Empire, which I believe Andrew took that game. Post some in depth moments or general comments about the pretty dank experience.
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Post by siriq on Mar 28, 2006 14:22:03 GMT -6
yah i won against adam. it was a good game
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Post by Pop goes the world on Mar 28, 2006 17:16:07 GMT -6
I have to go to the Bunker ever so often in order to remind myself why I never go to the bunker. The staff acting as conductor to a chorus of screaming children really drives home the fact that I, a 25 year old man, religiously play a game targeted at young children. Really makes me want to spend 50 or 60 dollars on three plastic sprues, because apparently that is what all of those little children are doing. As they will grow up and get out of this phase, I have established myself as a dedicated dork. Who at GW do I have to kill in order for them to shift their demographic about 10 years foreward? I guess I can just start at the top and work my way down.
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Post by heatseeker on Mar 28, 2006 17:24:37 GMT -6
that was actually my first time playing there and I do agree that it was in fact very annoying hearing the "adults" act like children. maybe that's the whole thing about warhammer, they target people very deprived of their childhood so when they grow up and have money, they could live out their childhood dreams of acting like an idiot, screaming bc they blew up a monolith, and then they go the the strip club now that they're older and waste away their problems with alcohol and boobies bc they have let themselves go so much that not even the most retarded of girls would find them attractive, or that they just dont have social skills since that energy was going towards building an army.
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Post by siriq on Mar 28, 2006 17:42:08 GMT -6
lol stupid people that play at the battle bunker
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Post by Andrew on Mar 28, 2006 18:33:16 GMT -6
And then you look at our club and smile, knowing there are semi-normal people who can be dorks and have rich, real lives too, haha. I go for the scenery and the shopping myself. People I can do without. Like at the RTT the only young people were me, Luong, and some other kid who actually knew his stuff (according to Luong). The rest were overweight old guys with little life. It's one thing to play amongst your friends until you are too nearsighted to see the game anymore; it's like old people and chess in the park, e.g. a peaceful little place where they can do their thing. It's another to play people who are young enough to be your kids. Or grand-kids. That's kinda like...yea...make some friends your own age. Pedophile!
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Post by siriq on Mar 28, 2006 19:13:41 GMT -6
i personally love beating little kids in most forms of competition, minus actually physically harming them, unless i could get away with it, then i still dont know if ill do that.
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Post by heatseeker on Mar 29, 2006 1:20:53 GMT -6
kids on the beat! kids on the street! BEAT KIDS!! BEAT KIDS!! ya kids are funny. sometimes they deserve a broken bone here or there. doosh bags (some of them). I actually met these cool kids one time when I was baby sitting with my ex gf. They liked to be tossed around the room, which I fuckin took complete initiative over by throwing the hell out of them into couches and soft fluffy things. They liked it bc they're obviously masochists and I get pleasure from other people's "suffering" so it worked out. The one kid fell down a flight of stairs and hit his head on the corner of a door which he got up and said that sucked, but cried when his sister took his duel masters flip phone. craziness personified.
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