The Final Defeat of Slaanesh?
Welcome Brothers and Sisters, I’m James, an average closet Warhammer Nerd who has been drawn back into the Warhammer Universe by a Slaaneshi Fiend (friend) I thought I had left the Grim Dark Future behind me in the late 90’s….but it looks like I am back. Join me on my journey back to social and tournament 40K gaming.
After much searching of my soul and having time to reflect, I have changed faction direction…slightly.
The airbrush is firing up and the choice of which colours I would be proudly representing on the table top was looming large in my mind. I’ve never been very good at committing to one avenue, I generally like to keep my options open and to be a bit of a jack of all trades. I know that there is nothing stopping me from eventually playing 2, 3 or several factions and having a home full of glorious little warriors. But there is something about this hobby and maybe the period of my life I am in that I want to represent something. It’s not important, like representing human rights, or being an eco warrior, I just want to do something for myself in a fun lighthearted way. This is escapism for me, it’s therapy, a chance to live a fantasy for a few hours and imagine life on the battlefield in the 41st millennium (whilst drinking tea and eating biscuits)
ESCAPISM
Tea, biscuits, and the laughter of the thirsting gods….
My most distant 40K memories are of Space Wolves and Imperial Fists, I can still half picture them in old White Dwarf magazines, reading the battle reports and thinking how cool they looked.
I’ve always been a defender, never the one to take the glory, to score the goals or get the girls. But that was always my choice, I enjoyed it and I still do. I like being the unbreakable rock, the immovable mountain. In the words of Rambo, “You know who you are, when you’re pushed killing is as easy as breathing” Now whilst I don’t kill people, I know who I am.
Having been given a change of luck in my day job thanks to the Big E answering my prayers, I had made the choice that I would be a proud Praetorian, defending Terra against the heretic and xenos scum!!
I thought I was strong. Faithful. But temptation still found me.
But she was still there……. whispering in my ear, stroking my neck with her filthy daemonic claws!!!Little by little I began to doubt myself and wondered if I had made a boring choice, would people be fed up of seeing more yellow across the table top accompanied by a newb? So she had been able to find a weakness and slowly I searched for something more exciting, more thrilling, more….heretical? The Minotaurs, I thought I had still made my own choice but deep down I knew I had turned my back on myself.
Now with my mind clear and my heart pure, the Emperor has finally got his message through to me, It has travelled through the webway and time itself. I don’t need to try and be different by choosing an obscure successor chapter, what I need to do is to just be myself. They are my army and I’ll choose whatever chapter I like, so do one beardy!!
Fire up the airbursh
We’re gonna need a bigger pot of yellow.
