So, Betacon was last weekend, I had a blast! Ended up taking 2nd in the Warhammer 40k Tournament, got a bitchin' Dice bag with OG Donkey Kong on it, bid on some auctions, played some games (Shouts out to Adventures in Retail, that game is awesome). General festivities and fun times. However, I was warned about the "That Guy" that shows up, and I saw "That guy". So "that Guy" was playing (My now friend) Mike in round 1, and 2 turns in and it got absolutely belligerent. I swear a lot, like, I put sailors to shame, but "That Guy" blew me out of the water. Everything was "Motherfucker this", "Douchebag that", "Hurry the fuck up", "Fuckin' moron" etc. Now, Mike took this and just brushed it off, but anyone around the fiasco was clearly distressed. That is not a good look for our community. Granted there was a monetary prize for the top spot, but at the end of the day, you're there to play a game, have some fun. The absolute asshol-ery came in when the judge called time. "That Guy" had a very prevalent force left on the table. Daemons, Heavy Gunships, Mechanized infantry; you name it. Mike had: 2 basic infantryman. The score was something ludicrous, like, 23 to 11 in "That Guy's" favor, but that wasn't enough. Dude literally pushed the judge for it to go one more turn so he could table Mike. Ice fuckin' Cold.

Anyhow, moral is: Don't be a prick

Also cool shit: You ever have that family member who always says something that you just can't believe? For me it was growing up and always hearing my dad talk about the times he'd get in fights and bust out some nunchuks. Well today, my brother got a set of 'chuks in the mail. Pops just goes "Lemme see them kid", And the next 2 minutes was a flurry of spins and strikes and a whole manner of Enter-The-Dragon style shit. It was awesome. At the end, my 52 year old, overweight father, hands the nunchuks back to my brother and calmly says "Yeah they work." That's badass and you can't convince me otherwise