"TMPers: A bunch of bitter old men?" Topic

Yessirree nbob, Martha! These here young whippersnapper wargamers! They ain't nothin like back in MY day!

Why, I can remember when there wuzn't no FAN-TA=SEE figures, nohow! If it wasn't Napoleonics or World War 2, we didn't play it, and we beat you down if you tried!

Also, wasn't no Games Workshop with their high falutin' lah-dee-dah prices! Why, back in them days, Heritage paid US a nickel a pound to buy their figs, and they was DURNED glad to do it!

And scuplting? Why, these young whippersnappers don't know how good they got it! Back then, a lump of lead with a stick stuck to it was a finely sculpted Horseguard! And we liked it!

And the rules! Why, a REAL man would have to bail cotton all day to be strong enough to pick up those dice buckets without tearin' his arm outa the socket! And we LIKED odds ratio tables! And…

…what? It's time for my insulin shot?

Well, okay, but these durned young punks today. They just don;t know how good they got it! Or how bad it is!

Or somethin'…

GET OFF MY SANDTABLE, YOU PUNKS!

Don't forget walking 35 miles in the cold and snow uphill both ways and having to eat poison and how dice aren't made like they used to be made, and how we used to game non-stop for 59 hours straight without a break and…

more caffeine, I think i will

jim

Nwohiogamer you forgot the fancy dance programs that create and print out their armies for them. Pen, Paper and a slide ruler is not good enought for them.

Don't forget having to outrun dinosaurs too.

"how dice aren't made like they used to be made"

You had made dice! We had to eat and order of pigs trotters and save the knuckle bones…

The recent poll found that three quarters of us were aged 30-50, so that's "bitter middle-aged men", I think.

Agreed, NW.

A proper caning might yet instill some good sense and backbone in those effete youths. Paying good sterling for those trumped up modern figures! The shame of it all!

"A farthing earned is a good fart..h"

Or in some cases, bitter middle aged women!

These whippersnappers wouldn't know of Scruby if it bit them in the Ian Weeklies. Pah!

Not nice to satrt this topic with OFM in the DH! tisk, tisk.

Now, Schutzengruppe, the standard has fallen and lies in the dust. nwohiogamer picked it up and leads the cause until the OFM can win his freedom.

There is a quote from the bible which goes like this: "And there is nothing new under the sun."

The comments about bitter old wargamers remind me a lot of the complaints children have against their parents. You know: "it's different now, it's not like it was back then."

All I can say is that: Wisdom is often mistaken for cynicism.

True, WarmasterCharlie.

Luxury! We were evicted from our sand table. We had to go and game in a paper bag in a septic tank. That's the way it was, and that's the way we liked it.

Sand table? We had to make do with the litter box.

You hasd litter? Aw, must be nice…

We had to game using the vermin that infested out poor starving bodies. You ever tried painting cuffs on lice?

Front Rank? Bah!

Youth is wasted on the young.

I've never seriously believed that until I was 28, and have become more and more convinced of that in the years since.

"Why gamers today they dont how easy they have it, why when I was a young wargamer I had to walk 200 hundred miles to buy a mini and then when I got, the paints were toxic and would kill you if you breathed in the fumes and my dad would butcher me with the bread knife"

I'm surprised Allen Curtis has yet to offer his words of wisdom on this topic.

he is in DH too.

In our first club we p[layed games wearing hats and gloves because the snow was coming through the roof. We had a choice contribute to the roof repair or buy the latest figures from Garrison. I still have the Assyrians I bought!

And I used to cycle there with a toolbox strapped to the bike.

'Be happy you young fools got to play the games…in my day, other people used *us* as miniatures and moved us around…you kids really had it good…'

"Time for your medication, Mr. Frog."

'Ah, my trusty sidekick…'

I was listening to the radio in my car the other day when The Clash'es 'London Calling' was played. Afterwards the DJ referred to The Clash as an 'oldies' band!

Someone shoot me now!

Extra Crispy-

"We had to game using the vermin that infested out poor starving bodies. You ever tried painting cuffs on lice?"

We did too but it wasn't so bad. We played for "keeps" and could eat whatever part of the opposing army will killed. Ah, the good old days!

Ed -

"You had made dice! We had to eat and order of pigs trotters and save the knuckle bones"

Oh, we used to dream of knucklebones! To get a random number, we used to have to throw a potato chip down to the floor, then count how many rats got a piece of it! And then we'd get into arguments about whether the big white one really got a bit of it or if the grey one snatched it away first. By the time it was resolved, we couldn't remember if the piece of fish wrap on the table was supposed to be a hill or a forest, and we'd start fighting again. But it built character and made us appreciate the game that much more, something these newbies with their "rez-in" and "high-drough-stone" will never understand.

potato chips? rats? Why, if we'd only had it THAT good… etc.

If you're half way through your life and NOT bitter about some things, there's something wrong witch ya!

"There were 150 of us gaming in a shoebox in the middle of the road."

"Cardboard box?"

"Aye"

"You were lucky!"

Games hadn't been invented when I was young so we actually had to go to war!

Remember the invasion of Grenada? It all could have been avoided if we could have just agreed a rule for morale testing Cuban airport workers.

"We lived for 3 months in a paper bag in a septic tank. We used to get woken up every morning by having a load of rotten fish dumped all over us. House!"

Please tell us again how you had to read the entrails of freshly killed small forest creatures to determine how many army initiative points you had each turn, grandpa!

aren't all the guys you're trolling for in the doghouse?

Im NOT a bitter OLD man You F**k W*****s, We old Gamers know everything so there. Im so old I played with plastic men you know and if you lost the enemy ate them in front of you, no dice we shot dogs and looked at what side they fell on, no nancie sand table's coal on them huge F*****g lumps. And the last one in the games room had to go outside and get run over by some thing big, just to show the newcomers what happened if you lost. And you had to have a relative who fought in at least 2 wars and killed 100 men, or bombed small countrys and had pictures of it. The commitie guys all had revolvers just incase the club got out of control and for self defence against attacks from other clubs.
Conventions we just turned up and tried to kill each other with wooden and steel rulers, so no one is going to tell me about being old and grumpy. F**K off and D*e.
(bet I get in the dog house with this one hehehehehehehe)

Tony

Well, back in the day, if yas really wanted ta get in on a good one ya signed these here papers and they shipped ya of to an island for twelve weeks and these maniacs in smokey bear hats was a yelling and fussing at ya the whole time. And when they was done with ya, they sent you to something called ground school, and then they said you was ready for gaming. You didn't gets no dice, just bullets, grenades and the game was a trying to find someone named "Charlie" but ya never seed him…and ya had to eat out of cans and live in these stinky vermin infested things called hooches.
And if ya lost, they stuck yas in a back and covered ya with dirt. Bitter enough?

Well I am grateful to be 49. Never thought I would make it

LH

Ah, the good old days…and the *best* thing, we all
bear eyewitness to those Roman/Carthaginian set-to's…

And, of course, our gaming was done in the basement of
an outhouse…which hadn't been cleaned…for fifty years…

Ed, ewww! That's nas-teh!

Oaxios

I have it on good authority (She Who Must Be Obeyed) that I am NOT bitter.

She said I'm actually kinda salty…

For sale:
Large bedridden middle age female- will swap for slim young brunette.

Everyone else has lost the plot so why shouldnt I

average joe– HAR!

Loverly, ain't it….

I hate it when they drip snot on your favorite Tiger Tank. And it is green and slimy!!!!!

I have a 5 year old grandson and no way is he going to play with my toys. Look but dont touch!!! Butt whooping time if you do!

Peter

Yeah, but don't I remember having to ask what scale we were going to play in.

Because the figures were so dam'n miscast it didn't matter.

That's what you get for using a lead-uranium alloy though. Especially those asbestos bases. But what really got me was when they took arsenic white off the market; modern whites just aren't the same.

You lot are so lucky – we didn't even have a language invented when we played, let alone numbers, written word etc. And those dinosaurs, boy they were a pain to try and paint….

No doubt about it.

Yep, Bitter, irascible and cranky, but I am only 41. I've been bitter, irascible and cranky since I was 12.