Think that's bad? Come over to the nerd Warhammer table with me sometime. Fucking ten-year old comes in with a box full of totally unrelated and unpainted models and demands a match.
"Do you have the rulebook?"
"Naw buts I remember all the rules."
"Do you have an army book?"
"Naw I just Space Marines and some Orks."
"Do you know how many Phases there are each turn?" (VERY basic question, it's the thing you learn after "Space Marines are pricks" and "The Imperium is Gothic")
"6?"
"Get the fuck out."
Of course he drags his mum over and she's all "He's just starting this hobby, please be nice to him." And then we're all "Well if he wants to play he can go and buy a Codex and make an army list like the rest of us instead of buying random models." And she'll just look at us, smiling, and telling us we should set a "Good Example", I.E. roll over and amuse her little ADH terror while she goes and has a coffee and a cigarette.
Finally, I go and talk to the manager, who's a total hardarse on troublemakers and loiterers, who comes over and boots them both.
Repeat each week.
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Ah, we are high school boys,
the miserable high school boys.
If we were girls, we could get popular by doing anything:
rock band, jazz band,
karate, kendo, mahjong, cyborg, synchronized swimming...
On the other hand, high school boys are
useless outside battle and sports anime.
But they're recklessly trying to make a slice-of-life anime about us.
Ah, we are high school boys,
the miserable high school boys.
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