++++++ Inquisitor Garalov, date 966.M41, submission of report from Praea Mundis, Ref: GAR.089/PM344.563.445.239/Ordo-As. Operation ‘Broadsword’ is in effect, Priority: Primarus Extremis. For the Office of the Master of the Administratum ONLY++++++
‘My first cause for alarm should have been the somewhat uncooperative, dare I say deliberately obstructive, nature of the Dark Angels hierarchy when I inspected their recruitment facility on Praea Mundis. The Chapter headquarters, otherwise known as the Rock, is currently deployed in an unknown theatre of war and as such this is the largest administrative facility available at the time of this investigations commencement.’
As mentioned previously, I recently acquired a copy of Lost Patrol to play at a family BBQ, as a few family members had expressed an interest in my ‘toy soldiers’ hobby and I saw it as maybe a good way to introduce them to the world of the grimdark. What ensued were a couple of hours for fun, suitably lubricated by adult beverages for the grownups and sugary drinks for the juniors. As an introduction to my hobby it definitely worked, as it was of suitably popcorn bucket depth when it came to the fluff, and equally unchallenging when it came to the rules and their various interactions.
our brave protagonists, hooray!
So it was my birthday yesterday, and although not a ‘major milestone’ event (somewhere between 30 and 50 if you must know), it is always inevitably a time for reflection and drinking. Mostly drinking though. In fact, almost exclusively drinking, with the express intent of doing so much harm to ones brain through the application of wondrous and varied forms of alcohol as to make any potentially melancholy inducing reflection all but impossible. Ahhhhhh, good times.
At Last! The long, long wait has finally come to an end!
The slow boat has finally crawled into harbour, largely in one piece I am glad to say, and disgorged its vast cargo including a small but not insignificant crate full of our belongings. This of course means I can once again get back onto the hobby wagon and crack on with some painting and modeling that I have been chomping at the bit to get to grips with!
There is of course one small problem – locating it
A lot of things changed when we moved abroad all those years ago, fundamentally so in many ways. Languages, food, weather, the sound pedestrian crossings make, and the cost of marmite to note but a few. You might say it was a time of almost complete change in our lives. There were, however, two exceptions to this rule. One was my love for my wife (Awwwww shucks – my love for beer came a close second), and the other was my eBay address.
For reasons known only to eBay, I was not allowed to update up details whilst abroad, and the task had slipped through the net of the ‘to do before we go list’ due to my fairly low usage rate at the time of leaving. However, when I got back into the hobby my first port of call was to trawl eBay’s trove of cut price treasures and build my collection quickly, but above all cheaply.
In the wake of all the hootenanny and jiggery pokery regarding the titanic arrival of the eighth edition of 40k into the geekscape, it may have escaped some peoples notice that GW has found yet another stack of long lost Space Hulk games lurking in the darkest depths of the Nottingham storage bunkers.
Over the years since its fourth edition release (the current format) it has had a number of limited reissues, all of which have sold out in pretty short time. I believe there is a simple reason for that, and that reason is because the set is just so damned good. In the face of such persuasive argument from the plastic crack addle part of my brain, who was my wallet to resist?
Big enough to warrant a ‘its heavy mind’ warning from the postman. Always a good sign
So, another long hiatus, another apology as I try to lift myself out of the hobby gutter and back onto the commitment wagon that was supposed to be this blog. It has been over four months since my last post, and all manner of brown matter has hit various rotating metal devices in that time, spraying its aromatic nut-filled chaos across the once pristine white walls of my life.