"Best 'Poor Loser' Story?" Topic

My two cousins and I were playing Risk on a hot summer day. My youngest cousin was beating my "superior" older cousina dn I was making some gains as well. Well, my older cousin picks up the game board and throws it and the pieces all over the floor. Then he lunges towards his little brother yelling "I am gonna kill you, no one beats me!" My cousin ducks and runs out of the room and I start lauging as the older cousin is sitting in the middle of the floor like Hulk Hogan tearing at his chest. Then, he rips the phone out of the wall saying to the younger cousin "I am gonna kill you, and you can't call Mom!"
Yea, that kinda ended playing Risk with them. Witnessed some great drunken college dorm room fights over Risk and some Samuri game!

How about a sore winner?

I was playing a game of 40K at my local FLGS where my Tau were just getting destroyed in detail- I could not make a succesful die roll for anything. Shooting to hit? Maybe 2 hits out of 20, rolling armor saves? Maybe 1 out of 10, etc etc. When things are that bad I just cheerfully sit back and watch the destruction like a slow motion train wreck which can be fun in and of itself.

My opponent was playing Eldar and kept gloating over how he was taking me apart. I kept agreeing with him, saying he was doing very well, that obviously today was his day, and so on. The more I actually praised him and his success the more angry he got!

He started sputtering, got all red in the face, and finally started shouting at me to stop being so cheerful. We never finished the game as he snatched everything off the table. He then stormed out of the store saying he couldnt play a game against someone who did not take it seriously! 8/

I don't have any sore loser stories, but the other day, a bloke at work got so angry (not with me, I just happened to be standing in his office at the time) that he threw his mobile phone against the wall. It shattered into several bits, and the battery bounced back and hit me in the right hand testicle.
The oil industry is never dull.

you have a right HAND testicle?

Are you sure you don't work in the Nuclear Industry?

Pat

I have a friend "Bob". Once when we were playing WEG Star Wars miniature battles and he lost it. We had agreed to play with the "heros" from the movies. He is a huge Chewy fan and he lead his unit with Han Chewy and Leia.

The hero characters were clustered together in a courtyard on my table. He had Chewy lob a thermal detonator at my closest unit of Storm Troopers. He rolls very poorly, and the bomb deviates right into his own unit. This kills Han Leia, and Chewy. Bob went nuts. He threw our pizza acrosst he room, and kicked over his own miniature case.

Fun was had by all.

Best. Thread. Ever.

I only wish I had a good contribution.

Worst I ever saw was when I was twelve years old. My brother and his 'telekinetic-roll-a 6-every-time' mutant friend and I were playing Rogue trader. They were whupping me pretty good with some Orcs and cackling as only nine year old's can (which I think was the root of it). So I seemed to have exploited some kind of 'Marines have infra-red optics and Orcs don't' loop hole with smoke grenades to cover the board in cheese. Erm, make that smoke, cover the board in smoke!

On that day I was Bob.

Still, it's a poor, poor story compared to some of the shameless jerkery that Bob has perpetrated in the grand tales of woe held here within.

Sadly, that would be any game where I was losing in my younger days.

Guess I was "Bob."

"Tell them how much it sells for on eBay now"

Really?! I have a copy of Jutland in good condition and I never play it now.

Tell them how much it sells for on eBay now

Not that much apparently

auction

I'll be hanging on to my copy

Nother story. Last summer I was a the FLGS just after it opened. New guy behind the counter. I'm just wandering and looking. A guy walks in toting both of the Doom board game boxes. He starts in on the counter monkey. "You said I could play this solo. It isn't a solo game at all!" Counter monkey asks him what he wants him to do about it. "I want my money back!" CM tells him he can't do that because the game is open and he's had if for a month. Guy gets louder and louder and goes ballistic. By this time I'm flapping my ears at the goings on from just a couple feet down the counter. CM keeps telling the guy he can't refund the money. Guy suddenly turns to me and says "How much will YOU give me for this?" I just casually say "twenty bucks". "Fine, it's yours". I shell out the twenty and the guy storms out of the store vowing never to darken the door again. I look at CM in amazement and he just shrugs. Talk about cutting your nose off to spite your face. The game was missing one figure, but hey, twenty bucks for Doom and its Expansion.

Mr.Lerementov

That was awesome

I used to have a regular gaming partner in the 80's and we used to like to play ACW every week or so. One week after a game in which I narrowly lost, instead of shaking hands as we normally did he started to jump around the room punching the air and shouting 'yes, yes, one nil, one nil, one nil, one nil!' I put this down to over exuberence and too many cheesy wotsits. 3 weeks later he wins again and the same thing happens but this time with 'two nil, two nil, two nil, two nil!' Exactly one week later I lose badly to his federal forces. He gets up, jumps around, punches the air twice, I punch him once and we haven't played since…..

A notoriously bad loser (but also a good player) in the 40k community around here once was losing a game against another good player.

The guy's opponent was getting exceptionally good die rolls and it was turning the tide what would otherwise have been a very close game.

So the sore loser picks up his opponents dice, shoves his hand down his (own) pants, and rubs them vigorously against various parts of his anatomy. The puts them back on the table with a 'see how they roll now.'

I was enaged in my own game at the time so didn't see if they guy's opponent ever touched those dice again.

I've related tale before. This guy had just bought a tube of Koplow dice. We're playing D&D, and he's rolling poorly. Finally he goes and gets a hammer, and pounds said dice to powder. Mailed the tube back and Koplow replaced them. My Bob moment was in 87, and I was playing 7th edition. I was playing a tournament, and had just been handed a three page erata sheet in the middle of the first round. I did a Martin Luther, and nailed them (the rules and erata) to the wall with my pocket knife.