High Roller
Posted by Anonymous | | Posted On Wednesday, January 27, 2010 at Wednesday, January 27, 2010
I'm gonna steer clear about saying too much about my luck on this blog, but a friend of mine told me that I should share a story with you. It has nothing to do with Warhammer, but instead it deals with Necromunda, another game that Games-Workshop makes.
The story takes place a few years ago when I was in college. I had a roommate with perhaps the best luck known to man. We were in my living room, which was part of a tiny college apartment, and we had a 4x4 table set up to play necromunda. I was playing the Spyrers, a small, elite force, and my roommate was playing House Delaque, which is just your average gang with a few living shields in it.
To make a long story short (kinda) I ran one of my spyrers through the shadows into more cover past one of my roommates rookie house members. After all of the modifiers, he needed a 6 followed by a 6 followed by a 5 just to hit me. No way its gonna happen right.....
So after he hit me he needed a 5 or better to wound me. His luck should run out sometime.....
After he wounded me I had 3 or better save. I can do this right.....
After I failed my save he had to roll to see how bad the wound was. On a 1 its a flesh wound on a 2-5 I was down and on a 6 he kills me for the game. His luck couldn't be that good could it?
statistically speaking his chances were 1 in 5832.
The best part is the the neighbors above, below, and next to us heard the final string snap on my barely sane world. In a fit of rage I ran into the kitchen and drop kicked the refrigerator door. Ran back to the room grabbed the die threw it across the room watched it ricochet off all four walls about 6 times each. Stalked back into my room grabbed my dremel, then proceeded to cut and drill into the die, before I finally calmed down.
I'm sure there is a moral to this story, and it probably has something to do with not feeding me after midnight, but I'll leave figuring it out up to you.
The story takes place a few years ago when I was in college. I had a roommate with perhaps the best luck known to man. We were in my living room, which was part of a tiny college apartment, and we had a 4x4 table set up to play necromunda. I was playing the Spyrers, a small, elite force, and my roommate was playing House Delaque, which is just your average gang with a few living shields in it.
To make a long story short (kinda) I ran one of my spyrers through the shadows into more cover past one of my roommates rookie house members. After all of the modifiers, he needed a 6 followed by a 6 followed by a 5 just to hit me. No way its gonna happen right.....
So after he hit me he needed a 5 or better to wound me. His luck should run out sometime.....
After he wounded me I had 3 or better save. I can do this right.....
After I failed my save he had to roll to see how bad the wound was. On a 1 its a flesh wound on a 2-5 I was down and on a 6 he kills me for the game. His luck couldn't be that good could it?
statistically speaking his chances were 1 in 5832.
The best part is the the neighbors above, below, and next to us heard the final string snap on my barely sane world. In a fit of rage I ran into the kitchen and drop kicked the refrigerator door. Ran back to the room grabbed the die threw it across the room watched it ricochet off all four walls about 6 times each. Stalked back into my room grabbed my dremel, then proceeded to cut and drill into the die, before I finally calmed down.
I'm sure there is a moral to this story, and it probably has something to do with not feeding me after midnight, but I'll leave figuring it out up to you.
Post a Comment