Well, we finally did it. I managed to get my family relocated to Edmonton in Canada. There's a zillion things we are catching up on and trying to do so I can't really expect to get much gaming in the near future. Nonetheless, I feel like a character in a great adventure just starting up. Being a new migrant in a brave new place seems very much like starting again at first level- all those experience points I have to gain are in the future. Well, no time like now to get started...
I started my love affair with miniatures as early as my fifth year of life. After my mom gave me a pack full of plastic army men, there was no going back. Discovering scale models when I was about ten was the next logical step. Role playing games followed next as my tactically-minded crew got down to hashing drag-out fights which continue to this day.
In 1998, I got into Warhammer 40k big time. I was single and had some money to burn so I decided on the most expensive, figure-intensive army then: the Imperial Guard. At one time, I had about 100 mostly pewter-metal figurines on the table marching to crush any foolhardy rival general who dared to presume that humanity’s legions were a walk-over in a stand up fight. I recall lovingly painting practically all of these figures.
These tinmen made guest appearances in all my various games, gracing the combat tables of Traveller, Fading Suns, Gurps, D&D and Mutant Future. Alas, time flies and it’s time to wrap up affairs here. My tanks and combat vehicles had since been sold off and today, the tinmen’s turn to be bought off has arrived.
I never thought parting with my collection would be occasioned with a profound sense of loss. Though I never experienced an amputation of a body part (and never hope to do so) I feel like a large piece of me was just hacked off.
An avid student of military history, fantasy and science fiction as well as a self-professed aficionado of role playing games rendered in the old-school style. Existence in the mundane world is punctuated with sheer moments of joy when gaming or blogging, for which there seems to be never enough time these days.