Posts Tagged ‘conversations’
From the Bilge: Salutations
It all started with idle chatter, as most disasters do.
“You keep using our conversations as post fodder,” I said. “That’s cool. Really. I appreciate that you have so much regard for my particular brand of…”
“‘Regard’ might be a bit much,” Von said, using his preternatural power to interrupt sentences over Facebook chat, and from a full ocean away no less. That magical bastard. “It’s more like…well, you’re familiar with that phrase, the one about throwing things at the wall to see what sticks? You’re like that. Like a wall. You’re just filled with wall-like qualities.”
“Whatever,” I said. “Don’t pretend. I’m the source of your best material! Heck, you don’t even use half of it. God. The Ward stuff alone.”
Uncle Von Asks: Time To Say Goodbye To Cryx?
Shiny: The merits of euthanising your Cryx force? Let’s see. There are, as I assume you have already noted, the matter of freeing up space and a possible conversion into money for your use.
Then there are other considerations, for which I will need additional context. I know you are occasionally given to frustration with Warmachine. Is it that you are quitting the game, or are you abandoning the Cryx for something you find easier to use?
Von: Abandoning them and taking up the Skorne again.
Warmachine: Picking The Bones (inc. Read And Respond to YTTH)
“Oh, it’s you. Where the hell have you lot been? I could have done with you last week, y’know…”
“We’ve been to SmogCon, Von! Mr. Bandwagon took us to see the world!”
“My models get to go to more events than I do. *sigh* At least tell me you won him some games or something.”
“Well, he did take us for Goreshade’s feat, so…”
I may have given the impression that I am somewhat down in the dumps as regards Warmachine at the moment. Part of that is that there have been a few rough months where even the £5 to get to the Darklords after work and have some sort of pre-club evening meal has been beyond my pocket, and part of it is that without regular practice, I’m becoming frankly terrible at the game, to the point where I can’t enjoy being beaten (by a skilled opponent) because I’m too busy losing (to my own inadequacies).
40K: Do Necrons Have A Motive?
So last night Lexington and I got to talking about my last post, and the result was EITHER some deep thought OR a waste of several hours and two and a half thousand words. Either way, I bring it to you, for sharing purposes. And yes, I said two and a half thousand words; you were warned, so I don’t want to hear any whining about any funny-coloured ruminants.
