A Very SinSynn Thanksgiving

Hey, folks SinSynn here.

Welp, it's that time of year again.

The time of year when Terrans gather in familial groups, and gorge themselves on large quantities of flesh torn from a large, virtually flightless bird that was bred and raised for the sole purpose of being slaughtered and having their corpse roasted on this very occasion.

Poor sods...they ARE quite tasty, though.
The birds, not the Terrans...they're tough, and a little stringy, unless prepared correctly.

I'm pretty sure this particular peculiar ritual is limited to the country in which I make my lair, where it is deemed 'Thanksgiving.'
How quaint.

*Here, cheerful Terrans prepare to devour their victim*

Like all Xenos, I'm baffled by the humans and their 'traditions,' and a little frightened by the Normals, and the commercialism of the whole thing.

Still, I can't deny that the cold, multi-valved, fluid exchanging organs in my central body cavity warm up a bit at the prospect of spending some happy time with dear souls I don't see as often as I'd like.

And while I tend to view the world as a whole with a distinctly 'Grinchy' perspective, during this phase of the Terran Calender cycle, even I get a little sentimental and....

CURSE YOU, HUMANS! YOU AND YOUR STUPID HOLIDAYS!
How can I be a properly spiteful Xenos in the face of...delicious free meals and gifts?
...
DON'T YOU JUDGE ME!
I'll get back to plotting Earth's destruction as soon as the Tryptophan wears off.
:P

Oh, and by the way....
The Grinch?
Totally a Xeno.

*There he is, picking a Who outta his teeth. They're delicious! And so good for you, too*

So, in the spirit of the season (bah), I thought maybe it would be nice (humbug) if I took a moment to acknowledge some things that I'm thankful for.
Shut up....it could happen.
-_-

You will tell no one of the things you see here today...or, well- you know the drill.

*Don't make me use this*

Ok, so...THINGS SINSYNN IS THANKFUL FOR, in no particular order...


- Good times, good games...a good friend.

Just when I thought I was gonna 'take a break' from the whole 'hobby' thing, a plotting, scheming Ultimate Rival was the daemon on my shoulder.
'You should try Flames of War,' he weasled at me constantly.
I resisted as long as I could- a good two months at least!- but finally relented to a test game.

The whole thing was a set-up, of course.

He had a full blown German Army waiting for me (he plays Americans, you see...and needs a victim for his hideous Cobra list), so my fate of having to deal with playing 'the Baddies' was assured.

Here I am, a few months later, broke due to an unreasonable desire for more models, freaking out cuz I've got a local Tourney this weekend and I've got stuffs to paint, and a lil' nervous cuz I'm still a noob, and...
Holy crap I'm so friggin' happy.

So thanks to the Ultimate Rival, who pulled me back in.
That son of a.....

*Yeah, that's him*

-The House of Paincakes.

Oh boy, where to even start here? What these people were thinking I will never know...but I am immensely grateful.
I still can't believe you guys put up with me, but I'm thankful.

To Lauby, Dethtron, Brent, Loquacious, GMort and the newest 'Houser' Von- BIG XENOS HUGS (and gropings where applicable).

Sigh...I'll hafta Disintegrate you guys (and gal!) last, I suppose....
;)


-The Readers

YOU KNUCKLEADS ENCOURAGE THIS BEHAVIOR!
:D

To anyone that's ever read, or commented on one of my posts- I humbly thank you.
Hey, even if you just clicked to see if I put up a picture of Megan Fox or a hentai jpeg- thanks!
It's all because of you guys that I'll probably...continue to do exactly that.
Heh.
Fer realz, tho- You guys are da awesome.

BIG TENTACLE-FILLED HUGS TO ALL THE HERETICS, MUTANTS, AND XENOS!
DEATH TO THE IMPERIUM!....right after we're done eating....Imperial types may get a temporary pass, due to meal-induced laziness.

Awww....I don't wanna Disintegrate youse guys, neither.
:(
Maybe just some of the Grey Knight players....

Author's Note: 'youse' is SO a word, stupid word processor...

*Friggin' word processor...you I'll Disintegrate*

-THIS CRAZY THING WE DO

I literally have a paint-stirrer-stick thingy with a bunch of models blu-tacked to it on top of my monitor as I type this.
Gamers on other continents will read it.
We may all be radically different in some ways, but we can forget about all that nonsense and play a game together, or just discuss it here online.
It's...so...friggin'...cool.

Yeah, we might not always agree, or whatever.
But it's THE HOBBY THING, man...THAT'S why we're here.
Screw the Normals, this is OUR gig.

This hobby has given SO MUCH to me, and for that I'm thankful.

*sniffle*

I gotta get outta here...some sort of liquid is building up behind my multi-lensed eyes...
Stupid...sentimentality...it's stupid.
Pretty soon I won't have the guts to Disintegrate anybody!
Blah.

Oh...one more thing!
Let's say yer out shopping on 'black friday,' or whatevs, and yer all like, 'hey! I should get a lil' sumpthin' fer my fave Xenos blogger!'
Welp, here's what I'd like to see...giftwrapped for me this holiday season:

*Unless I can somehow transform myself into an ice cube, of course*

Or, y'know...just pick me up a tentacle hentai while yer at that one place.
I won't judge you.
;)


Until next time, folks- HAVE A VERY XENOS THANKSGIVING!

-SinSynn