Thursday - August 23, 2007

A Challenger Appears! 

Josh. Carl. TJ. Pat. Trevor. Arica. Hell, even Ed and Steve.

I'm calling you out. Get  your stuff painted. I wanna play Warhammer 40K. I don't mind if I lose. I don't mind if I win. I just want to play the game I spent a ton of money and time on.

I don't want to hear excuses about work, or weddings, or children on the way (grats again, btw!) I don't want to hear about your poor prioritization of REAL LIFE and FAMILY over WARHAMMER. I just wanna see pretty models and dice hitting the table. Less QQ, more Pew Pew, kthxbai.

You've been officially challenged - all of you. Imagine (since I don't actually have all of you here to slap with a glove) you've been slapped with a glove.  I'm throwing down the gauntlet. U R NOT WURTHEE. COME FITE MEH.

Carl : Your Tyranids will be squashed ilke the bugs they are. Being lame is not a biomorph.

Josh : Tau souls taste like kettle corn.

TJ : Get your space-elves back in your space-tree and make me some cookies.

Pat : .... lol@ur imp guard. So much grist for the mill.

Trevor : Your Tyranids are the brood of Hive Fleet Wimpy.

Arica : Repent, heretic!

Ed : Your Tau force is small as of yet, but you and Josh have something in common - you both suck. You should team up!

Steve : I've only seen a few of your models, and have seen you seldom in the last few months. I can only assume this means you are afraid of me and my Necrons. Come prove me wrong. Oh, and your nose is big.

There. The trash talking has officially begun. Come prove me wrong. Come destroy my little mechanical soldiers, and rub my metallic nose in my own ruin... IF YOU DARE!!!