Drag Me To Hell ... thirty-eight thousand years in the future.
(Redacted) (redacted)! Just when I thought I was out, they drag me back in! (Redacted)! How can they (redacted) do this to me!
Right now I did not buy two Tau Battleforce boxes for that most tempting of financial sinkholes, Warhammer 40,000. And a Devilfish APC. And a Hammerhead MBT.
But it was close. So goddamn close.
Reasons why I shall not buy back into 40K:
<*> I can't paint to save my life. I have neither the patience, the skill, nor the steady hands for that nonsense.
<*> Money. Given the choice of fascinating trips to far off countries (and in this I include my fourth Origins and GenCon in a row!) or playing Warhammer? Trips. But I can't afford both.
<*> Rules. I don't need to ever argue about the minutiae of who gets what Saves and who can shoot what and so forth, ever again.
I expect that I'll cave sometime during the summer, since it is the game all my friends are playing right now, and in the end I'm a guy with low self-esteem who feels better about himself when he spends stupid amounts of money on things he doesn't need.
Oh. And while I'm revealing deep dark secrets about myself? I like eating frozen onion rings. Not the whole bag. Just one or two. I've always liked this, from when I had to drag a stool over to reach into the parents' chest freezer to grab that old frost-burned bag of onion rings way down in the bottom of the freezer. This is not a lie. This is the truth. Seriously. I expect any of you who are still reading to de-friend me now, and I'll understand.
Mind you .. if I do suffer a massive de-friending, that will lower my self-esteem even more, and I'll buy miniatures even faster.
So please, please don't de-friend me. And try not to look at me with thinly veiled disgust when you see me on the street, a depraved consumer of frozen onion rings.
(Morale high. Laundry almost done. Strangely, looking forward to getting back to the Meaf and wrapping this course up. Origins in 10 days!)
Doug.
Right now I did not buy two Tau Battleforce boxes for that most tempting of financial sinkholes, Warhammer 40,000. And a Devilfish APC. And a Hammerhead MBT.
But it was close. So goddamn close.
Reasons why I shall not buy back into 40K:
<*> I can't paint to save my life. I have neither the patience, the skill, nor the steady hands for that nonsense.
<*> Money. Given the choice of fascinating trips to far off countries (and in this I include my fourth Origins and GenCon in a row!) or playing Warhammer? Trips. But I can't afford both.
<*> Rules. I don't need to ever argue about the minutiae of who gets what Saves and who can shoot what and so forth, ever again.
I expect that I'll cave sometime during the summer, since it is the game all my friends are playing right now, and in the end I'm a guy with low self-esteem who feels better about himself when he spends stupid amounts of money on things he doesn't need.
Oh. And while I'm revealing deep dark secrets about myself? I like eating frozen onion rings. Not the whole bag. Just one or two. I've always liked this, from when I had to drag a stool over to reach into the parents' chest freezer to grab that old frost-burned bag of onion rings way down in the bottom of the freezer. This is not a lie. This is the truth. Seriously. I expect any of you who are still reading to de-friend me now, and I'll understand.
Mind you .. if I do suffer a massive de-friending, that will lower my self-esteem even more, and I'll buy miniatures even faster.
So please, please don't de-friend me. And try not to look at me with thinly veiled disgust when you see me on the street, a depraved consumer of frozen onion rings.
(Morale high. Laundry almost done. Strangely, looking forward to getting back to the Meaf and wrapping this course up. Origins in 10 days!)
Doug.