Next up in the non-competition that is the now defunct round of quickfire challenge entries we have Twin Linked Awesome's Lanzt here to spin a yarn about his first forrays into gaming. Remember, this is not an article for which you'll be voting and no longer has any bearing on the HoP Idol competition.
I remember the good times, I remember them well. Things used to be good. I used to have money, uncut hands and glue encrusted fingertips were things in fairy tales. I remember the good times…
That all changed one drizzly Tuesday afternoon with one word; free. The gentlemen in my gaming group had all played tabletop games before, more specifically Warhammer 40,000. They knew what they were doing, and yet they continued anyway. They lured me in with the good stuff only for me to find that I needed more. And more I could have, but…it would cost me…
Before I got into 40k I knew a bit of what it was about from my buddies at work rambling on about Emporer this or Tyranids that. I had no interest, namely after witnessing a few price tags. I’m a cheap-skate, I get delight out of not spending money. My “friends” knew this and suckered me in with it. You see, my friend Eric wanted some Black Reach Orks to expand his army on the cheap. However him and another wargamer friend of ours had no use for the Space Marines that came with the set.
You see where this is going, right?
The agreement was, I get free Space Marines, but I have to keep playing. Oh how naïve I was! Surely this wasn’t some sort of trap that would forever tangle my soul in a web of exacto-knives and resin! It couldn’t be!
But, I was wrong. And I’d pay for that mistake. You see, now I’m hooked. That whole transaction was over 3 years ago. Since then I’ve lost all manner of interest in video games, farm animals and those frozen-popsicle things that start out as like that Kool-Aid shit and you end up just waiting for it to melt anyway so you can drink the stuff. It’s like, why did I pay extra for this stuff to be wrapped in plastic when I could have just gotten some Fruit Punch powder? Yet, I keep paying for those things!
I may have gotten side tracked… Anyway, I lost interest in other hobbies and activities, and for what? Now I write and blog more in a week than I ever did in a semester of English. I read Black Library novels more than I look at pornography. I sculpt, cut, glue and shave little plastic army men that hold a resale value better than my car.
So. I have just one thing to say to those…those people that got me involved in this kind of business:
Thank you.
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