The type that goes over the edge, when you start getting physical with your plastic soldiers (not the way Slaanesh likes it). Some people can't take to losing and decide to take it out on the closest thing they can find. Thankfully I'm usually 4' to 6' away, I don't want this game of warhammer to turn into larping.
Now I'm not going to resort to name calling, so now until forever this gamer shall be called "Gamer X". Gamer X was having a bad day so it probably wasn't a good idea to play a game with him in the first place. he was playing a saurus warrior heavy army, and I a Wood Elf force with many o' dirty tricks.
I managed to get a unit of 8 dryads close enough to his three salamanders and he knew my ladies don't like to play nice with fire monsters. His turn starts and he tries to shoot and misfires. Three skink handlers disappear without anytime for them to even react (Note: Due to the fact skinks are cold blooded their reaction time may not have helped them this time around). He fires the second and unluckily misfires again.
At this point he is pretty furious but is still managing to keep his cool. He fires the third and scores a ten on the artillery die. Unfortunately my dryads were barely two inches, thus missing them entirely This results in a tirade that would have even made Khorne blush. Gamer X takes the nearest available salamander and slams it on the floor with enough force for the thing to break.
Here is my recreation of the aftermath:
(He may be cold blooded but that doesn't mean hes cold hearted)
We could not finish the game after that, his lizardmen refuse to move. If you know somebody like this, please speak up. Our models spend all of their days being slaughtered for our amusement, lets save it for the table.
The Minotard
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