Saturday, May 26, 2007

Me and Warhammer.

Oh, Warhammer. And you too, Warhammer 40,000. Must you do this to me? Must you sing out your tantalizing call?

"Play us!" you say to me. "Collect and paint miniature figures of battle-hardened warriors, then engage in tabletop battles for supremacy!"

"But... but... but I wouldn't know where to get the proper gaming equipment, or how to play, or who even to play with!" I counter, lamely. But you know it is a farce. Because there's a Games Workshop right by Union Square, where I can go to get all my Warhammer material, and to talk to other hammer warriors, and even engage in gaming if I so desired (even though I know Paul to be subject to a similar siren call). You don't even dignify that with a response. I break out my only actual argument. "If I began I wouldn't be able to stop, you know... you are a game first, but you are more to the point a HOBBY. Assembling and painting model monsters will become, very quickly, an unstoppable addiction."

You just smile, toothily (and tuskily, in the case of the Orcs). You haven't won yet, Warhammer 40,000, but you know I only have so much resolve.


Blogger Aaron said...



5/27/2007 3:55 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Let me just say that as a former Warhammer spend a lot of money on something you might only use twice....

Think LONG and HARD on this one, good sir!


5/28/2007 9:15 PM  

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