Through the Breach

Wow, it has been a LOOONG time since I last posted on this blog, and a lot has happened in that time. For starters, the two biggest and most relevant to mention are that:

a) I no longer work for Games Workshop;

b) I now live in Blackpool. 

Marooned

Marooned

By B M Kelly

Rip Skrimgnaw spat out a mouthful of salty sea water and nearly doubled over wretching as a series of violent coughs raked up and out of his throat. He shook himself furiously from side to side, trying to cast as much brine out of his thick black fur as possible, before grasping a length of his sodden and torn mustard yellow tunic in his paws and wringing it out tightly. He could swim as well as any of Clan Skurvy worth their salt and years of plundering the length of the Tilean coast had seen him leap from the side of a ship more times than he dared try to count, but he'd never had to suffer the indignity of being thrown overboard. He cast his one good eye up and down the length of the beach, scratching absently at the metal eyepatch hammered into his skull across the other, but could see no sign of his companions, just the seemingly endless strip of golden sand, bordered by a foreboding dark tree line of the encroaching jungle on one side, and the endless cobalt ocean stretching to the horizon on the other. Good, he thought to himself, perhaps they had all drowned, the good-for-nothing flea-ridden land-squeaks. Better off without them for all the help they'd been.

Decisions, decisions, decisions...

When this post publishes, it will be exactly four weeks until the Warhammer Invasion! 

Games Workshop Epsom, Sutton, Croydon, Bromley, Kensington, Chiswick and Putney will all be sending Warhammer players up to Nottingham for an event day, similar to a inter-store Tournament.

Firstly, I can't wait. I've been looking forward to this for a while now.

Secondly, I still don't know which 1500 point army I want to take up!

Our Collections And Us

Apparently, some people just 'have' armies. I don't mean in the sense that they own the army, but rather, that deep down, the army owns them. Now, I know that's dangerous territory to say, it's walking perilously close to the old "In Soviet Russia..." meme/joke, but what I mean is, sometimes, there's just an army or a collection that stands out to you more than others... so much so that it becomes a part of you.

For me, that appears to be the Skaven.

A Flight of Fantasy

I've been back in my hometown in South East Kent for this week, relaxing and visiting family and old friends. I didn't bring Hobby Supplies or models with me as I knew that, a) I wouldn't have much time, and b) I would doubtless forget an important colour or run out of glue or something.

Myself and four friends enjoy a game of Relic

This means that my Hobby fix this week has been a little bit different.

What's Your Game?

Last time I ranted about people who force their opinions onto others, especially those who have one particular aspect of the Hobby that they focus on to the exclusion of all others. I focused on the dangers of such a volatile attitude, and the damage that it could do to our Hobby. Perhaps a little doom and gloom, but I felt it needed to be said.

The Danger of Opinions

Chaos Dwarf Daemonsmith

There's something in this Hobby that's recently been truly getting my goat. No, I'm not talking about the endless waves of people who seem to be in the Hobby for the sole reason of hating it - well, not quite, at least. I'm talking about those who are certain that their aspect of the Hobby is the only one worthy of enjoyment, to the exclusion of all else.

What do I mean? I'll see you after the jump to explain.