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Was thinking about the Crabby Opponet list the other night. OK mini's are packed for redeployment to an new apartment, and the rain is keeping me from going out camping. So i'm bored so sue me.

Anyway the last thread was a little fun but way too polite so I thought maybe a fun way to get a little reading fun back in the forum is for you to tell us when YOU were a crabby opponent!!!!!!!

Since your talking about your self you don't need to hold back. For those reading remember we have all had our moments might as well laugh at one or two of them.

Man, that must have been about 21 years ago. It was just one of those games that I couldn't roll one decent roll,even though I couldn't have maneuvered more brilliantlty. I just got mad,AT NO One,just the bloody effects of the die roll, Well I couldn't have been a worse A$$ol. Haven't been like that since. I have even had worse die rolls and longer streaks of worse die rolls since hten. I guess I took a look at myself and it stuck. I wish I could say the same for others...

OK I'll start!

I was playing a Harpoon game at a friend's hobby shop one night. I was on a week's vacation from tech school and this was one of 3 weeks a year i coudl game during the week. A friend had offered to Ref so I could comand a sub and actually play a naval game.

The scenario was that I was returning from patrol with a Los Angeles class attack sub. Last mission before returning to port in Bangor Maine was to sanitize and shepherd a boomer off the contenintal shelf before returning to home port. We knew we would have Russian opponents but didn't know what to expect. Also I didn't know what kind of idiot the Boomer commander was.

His first bright idea was to tool along the surface trying to look and sound like a Merchant vessel. I broke protecal and told him that his tactic wouldn't work becasue his sound signature would be in any Russian's computer and he was making it easy for the Russians to target him.

He finally submerged and dropped to 15kts. I had started picking up a sub in my first convergence zone (CZ) and was working on an ID. This ws difficult because teh convergence zone is only 3NM wide and I had to keep trying to move the zone with my target.

I positioned myself between the Boomer and the target and the Russian was now flirting on the edge of passive range. The Boomer was still in shallow water so there were no convergence Zone and the Russian would have to get closer to detect and follow the Boomer.

As my friend kept feeding me info I expected to get the boomer on my sonar but there was nothing. I deployed my towed array despite being on the edge of the shelf trying to not loose my position and locate the other US ship.

When i finally found and classified this clown he had spent the last 6 turns doing a tight 360 in the mouth of Cumberland sound. Every sonar contact he would order a 90 degree turn. Instead of getting a classification on me and getting this game done he was trying to hide from his escourt!

Even the uncontrolled laughter of my friend when we turned in our orders didn't give this guy a clue. The next turn I lauched 2 MK 48 torpedos and blew him out of the water myself.

In a gaming group ACW battle I refused to concede the field. I had lost but could keep patching together tissue-paper thin lines to hold a position. It went on and on and on...

It was pointless and mean becasue I did finally lose but I made for a bad time for everyone. I felt bad and apologized later...

I do a lot of solo wargaming and I hate my opponent. He drinks too much and he cheats.

When I was in college, my roomate and I played wargames almost every night. One of our favorites was a Civil War game by a manufacturer that will remain nameless. Anyway, this time I was representing the Union and things were going great. I was on the verge of taking Vicksburg by the spring of 1862 and was also wiping the floor with him in Arkansas. My blockade was working great AND I had managed through some skillful manuevering to push Lee back to the gates of Richmond. Then, just as I was about to put the exclamation point on my victory, He was able to move twice in a row due to some bad initiative rolling by me and took Washington D.C. Game Over. I was so angry I stormed off leaving him to clean up andI didn't play that game with him again.

On another occasion we were playing the Wolr War One add on to World in Flames. I was Germany et al and he was the allies. I set up with my forces evenly divided between my two fronts, then on the first turn switched most of my army to the East and invaded Russia with a vengence. He tried to hold me off while building up his forces in the west in preparation for my impending invasion of France, which I assured him every turn was coming. Well while he was waiting for me to step into France, I was busy subjugating Russia. To his dismay, I was lying to him about my intentions the entire game, I had no plan to invade France. By the time he realised that I waslying I had defeated Russia and Italy. He quit shortly thereafter but not before i spent ample time rubbing it in his face that he had fallen so hard for my misinformation campaign. Needless to say we never played that game again either.....

Many years ago, when I wasn't as calm and easygoing as I am now, our game group had a large American Civil War campaign. One of the players on the other side was on my case. This particular player was one of my least favorite opponents (or team mates, for that matter). I was privately lamenting the fact that the table was too wide for me to punch the individual when a couple of the other players suggested I get a soda. I said "I don't want a soda".
'Yes, you do' was their reply, as each grabbed an elbow and 'escorted' me away from the table.
Even though nothing bad happened, probably my least proud moment in war gaming.
Groundlber

probert said:

I do a lot of solo wargaming and I hate my opponent. He drinks too much and he cheats.

Hey, I think I know that guy... I just wish I could "get inside his head" the way he seems to get inside mine!!

Regards,
Tom Stockton

I was playing a game of Warhammer Ancients a while back, and the guy who's game it was had just got hold of a painted war elephant off e-bay. Keen to field it he had read up on all the rules and warned me to not get in front of it. I controlled the right flank with a couple of units of cavalry and several of foot soldiers.

So we marched forward, me not knowing the game too well followed his advice, as we painfully crept towards our oponents, restricted by the speed of this bloody elephant in the centre of the line.

Our oponents, also knew the rules well, and concentrated all his archers on the elephant. I was assured that it was pretty difficult to damage it due to it's saving throw bonus and to let it absorb all the fire. Which is what happened,

until,

it got panicked.

This is when you have to roll a dice to see which way this spooked elephant will uncontollably charge, and you've guessed it, it went right. Completely dessimating all of my ranks.

After spending the best part of the evening creeping towards the enemy, my game was cut short.

The club has a new catch phrase, one word is "elephants" the other has an "f" in it.