[Musings of a Game Store Xeno]

Hey folks, SinSynn here.

The lovely, luminous Loquacious is doin' the gamestore thing at a Hobby Convention somewhere, which means I'll be filling in today.
Uh...yeah. Sorry 'bout that.
But hey, when Lo' and theDude come back, I'm sure they'll have lotsa cool pics and whatnot, so there's that to look forward to...
In the meantime, let's hang out a bit, shall we?
We'll talk about our guilty pleasure.

The Game Store.

*This came up in Google image search for 'guilty pleasure.' Iz funnie.*

Mmmm...the gamestore.
It's like, one of those places where you can just never have enough money.
One of those places where you want virtually everything.
The term 'impulse spending' does not even begin to cover some of the crazy things I've done in a gamestore with a few dollars burning a hole in my pocket.

Look here on my desk-

I've got entire SETS of brushes, shiny and new with their lil' sleeve things still on 'em.
Which is good, cuz I've been using the same three or four brushes for like, ever.
Always good to be prepared for, uh...painting emergencies, though, huh?

Three of my five FoW Tigers are lined up for minor repairs and touch-ups.
I generally run two or three in my lists, but I've got five.
The kit was such a good deal, y'see, and you never know...
Always good to be prepared for, uh...Allied Invasions, amirite?

Of course there's my four new Marders.
I love Marders...they're just so darn cute.
...
Yes, I could totally run my Stugs, but did I mention Marders are really cute?
They're awaiting detailing, the drybrushing is done.
Marders gotta Mard, baby.
Always good to be prepared for...Marding.
...don't you judge me.

Speaking of drybrushing, I've got a shoebox full of paint pots right here, in addition to about the 15 or so 'most commonly used colors' scattered about haphazardly.
I can't very well rescue everyone in a 'painting emergency' without...entirely too much paint now, can I?
Nyah.

That's just the desk, of course.

Ooh! You know what I've got now?
A new hobby chest thingy, which I can fit about two milk crates worth of stuff into.
Mmmm...more storage...

*That can is an Objective Marker!*

The chest thingy is divided into two halves, and one half is completely filled with kits still in their boxes.
I don't wanna go into too much detail, but I haz shame.

The other half is filled with bitz an' stuffs, mostly Tyranid and Tau.
There may be some Space Marine stuffs in there, from that strange 'experimental phase' I went through.
Yet more shame.

The chest thingy sits at the end of the bed, like all good chest thingies do.
It's made from some sorta fancy wood- the Crazy Lady I Live With saw it at a flea market or sumpthin,' and thought maybe it looked better than my random piles o' stuffs.
Also...my closet may very well be full to bursting with a few thousand points of 40k models, but I will neither confirm nor deny this.

For the record, I think random piles o' stuffs totally rock, but you know how freaked out Terran females can be about these things.
That I can absolutely confirm.

You know what else I think?
I think I can attach like, legs on this thing, and slip another, smaller chest underneath it.
Then maybe manufacture some kinda brackets, and stack another chest on top.
An ever-expanding tower of chests, right up to the ceiling!

At the top, I'll build like, a Russian-styled  'Nesting Chest,' with each chest opening to reveal an even smaller chest inside, until you get to the very last, teeny-tiny chest.
Inside that chest I'll place the still-in-the-box Shadowsun model I have.
The metal one.
Always good to be prepared for...Finecast emergencies.
:P


Then I'll go to the gamestore, and fill the rest of those suckers up.
:)
I'll run naked down the isles (this is my fantasy, get yer own), my tentacles grappling at box sets, books, blister packs and whatever else they can ensnare and drag into the shopping cart (whether it begins with a 'B' or not).
That's right, there'll be a shopping cart...

*Like this...only bigger*

Sigh...
And then I'll wake up, and remember my cellphone bill is currently unpaid, as usual.
Still found money to buy that Haqqislam Starter set for Infinity though, didn't I?
I feel obligated to remind you that this is a no-judgement zone at this juncture.

-_-

Ah, the Gamestore...
Where they don't judge you when you sheepishly explain why they couldn't reach you on your cellphone, to tell you that special order is in.
Cthulhu's Blessings upon them...they try, every time.

I'll just grab a few other stuffs while I'm here...
I've got big plans for those chests, or at least some new random piles.
Nobody really needs a cellphone, do they?
Emergencies, shmergencies.
Blah.

Until next time, folks- SUPPORT YOUR GAMESTORE!
They facilitate this madness...and they never judge.
:)

-SinSynn

P.S. 
Loquacious will return next week, folks.
:)