Evil Homer; the man, the myth, the legend (in my digital, green with envy mind, in any case)...
...and on Saturday last week, he became The Ruiner of Fun.
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What? Details?
Pish and tosh. I suppose so.
I suppose I'd better back off the 'Evil Homer is bad' motif I've played with thus far, because the incident I'm about to relate certainly wasn't his fault. In fact, I'm glad it was him that Ruined My Fun.
Don't go feeling sorry for Evil Homer. He's not the type to get butt-hurt over being the Ruiner of Fun, assuming Brent meant it directly rather than indirectly.
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He's wasting an awful lot of time. I guess this bugs him.
Mmm... I lost some time somewhere. Anyway, I was playing my Bugs! in the local 1500 point tournament. Work was a *SELF-EDIT* that day, and I'd already had to make one trip out to the hospital; I was running short on time, so I grabbed an army list I'd used two weeks ago and threw the models in my box (you can read that as 'placed them gently in the box,' thank you) and ran out the door.
Consequently, I was playing a Bugs! list with three Carnibugs in a brood, backed up by a Tervibug who gave them Feel No Pain. The list also included three 10-strong units of GeneBugs with a Broodbug each and some flying Rippers to top it all off.
It was a sucky list, I know, but I've always in the past been able to play a sucky list and still have fun. I was under no illusions about winning the tournament, but I thought I'd at least have fun.
See where this is going?
I played a new player in Round 1, so the game was never in doubt. I basically put on my 'help the new player' hat and walked him gently through the game. The max points I earned was less about my army and more about my opponent - no shame on him, of course. We were all new once.
Then I played Evil Homer and his Mech Dark Eldar army. I new I wouldn't win, but I thought I'd at least make it a fight, right?
Right?
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Well, *SELF-EDIT*! If all of you knew that, why didn't someone tell me?
For those three players who may not understand what Brent is referring to, suffice it to say he should have known what everyone else already does... lopsided ass-kickings are never fun.
I had to learn the hard way that lopsided ass-kickings are never fun. Er, deja vu, anyone?
It wasn't that it wasn't fun, it's that it SO WASN'T FUN... you dig?
Despite being The Ruiner of Fun, I'm glad I played Evil Homer, because he didn't a) try to make something that wasn't fun, fun, or b) patronize me about it. He threw down the quickest beating he could. It was like ripping the band-aid off a scab partially covering an open wound.
It sucked then it still sucked, but at least it was fast. I really appreciated that.
So where do I go from here?
Well, I finally learned a lesson I should have learned a long time ago - a lesson I suspect the locals have been trying to impart for a long, long time: I can't always get by playing grossly inferior lists and count on my skill to get me through.
The game has moved on. So should I.
Not sure where that leaves me with my Bugs! army. I'm not giving up just yet, but at the same time I'm not convinced I'll be ready to play them at a high level this tournament season.
I may go with Plan B... not that I can quite remember what Plan B is...
Stop! Vile, evil plan in the works! |
Plan B is Secret, and Evil. It's so secret, so vile, Brent is not actually privy to the details. In fact, it's my plan. It's Not Brent's Secret, Evil Plan B.
It's a disgusting beatstick of an army... so I need to make some purchases. More to come.
I have a headache now - not sure why...
9 comments:
I need a t-shirt that Ruiner of Fun
A$$ beatings are never fun but they are useful. They keep the ego in check and help make your list better. (cause lets face it, you never take the same army list after a good beating)
Good to hear he was "professional" about it. Nothing worse than someone thinking they are the greatest player ever, when it is simply a bad list or matchup.
I'm pretty sure that these types of games are everyone's least favorite.
At a recent tournament I was on the correct side of the beating stick (if it can be called that). The game was clearly over and just seemed to drag on and on. The inevitability seems to make time drag slower. You just hope that it ends swiftly, either you have an awesome set of rolls or he just concedes.
Although I'm really not sure who it's worse for. When I'm the beatee I still cling to this naïve hope that "Maybe I'll get a fantastic string of rolls and pull this one out." More often than not you don't turn it around.
I hate these games, I'm not having fun and nor is my opponent. 100 times out of 100 I'd rather lose a close game than play in a game where someone gets waxed like that.
Time to play counts-as Space Wolves.
I keed, I keed!
I hate being on either side of those games. They're... accidental wins, I suppose: victories for which no kudos can be legitimately claimed because honestly, it was decided by factors extraneous to skill (like "having two Incorporeal models when your opponent has one model that can hurt them, and there are two objectives that need to be camped on for the win").
Don't give up on the bugs!
No, I'm not giving up on the Bugs!, I just need to get serious about my take on them.
I'm working on a new, more realistic take on them right now.
Brent, I would not make too many changes to the list. I have made some fun list in the past and have taken horrible beatings. One list that springs to mind *shudder* is a 1000 point Eldar list with 30 models, with no weapons over 36" range.
I do agree it is hard to not loose ones spirit after taking a one sided thrashing. Play the list a few more times before you make any changes.
unrelated - word verification is sactard
I prefer spamming the f*ck out of my opponent, if eveyone dies, but I spammed, I had fun
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