This is a story about the jerk who used to own a local gaming store I went to. But first a little background. There's a game called Warhammer 40k. This game uses plastic and pewter miniatures in it. Said miniatures are not cheap and after assembling and painting a good sized army you've spent many hours and hundreds of dollars on them. And the standard case for them is a large blocky black plastic box.
So this guy who used to own the game shop now works for the state goverment. While at work one day, some guys break into his car and take the usuals like CDs that type of thing. During the course of the theft said thieves tossed his carrying case onto the sidewalk (I'm picturing them opening it, saying WTF is this, then ditching it). Someone walking on the sidewalk thought the unmarked black box sitting next to a goverment building. So they called it into the bomb squad, who then preceded to detonate it.
I nearly fell off my couch when I heard about this.
So this guy who used to own the game shop now works for the state goverment. While at work one day, some guys break into his car and take the usuals like CDs that type of thing. During the course of the theft said thieves tossed his carrying case onto the sidewalk (I'm picturing them opening it, saying WTF is this, then ditching it). Someone walking on the sidewalk thought the unmarked black box sitting next to a goverment building. So they called it into the bomb squad, who then preceded to detonate it.
I nearly fell off my couch when I heard about this.
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