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  • I have become a Wargamer, somewhere along the way.

    My best guess is that it all started when I was a kid, somewhere back in 1980 or something. I had these 1/72 scale soldiers, and I even stole some from a local store.
    Got caught redhanded, and had to be rescued from the local police-station by my mother..

    I built plastic airplanes, Spitfires, Messerschmidts, you name it. I read books full of war stories, from the biographies of English fighterpilots during the Battle of Britain all the way to Huey pilots in Vietnam. Come to think of it, there were very few bad-guy biographies...

    When I got out of the Army, I got started on Magic, the Gathering. A card game, and man, it blew my mind. I was crap playing it, but it was awesome.

    Later we switched to table-top wargmes, where you had to spend a small fortune on buying the books, armies, rules etc. needed to play. Tracy and I even had a Secret Project going, painting a Skaven army on the sneak.
    If you know anything about Skaven, you will know they are a sneaky bunch of backstabbers.

    Our house was a sort of club-house with people walking in and out. So when someone was at the door, we had to hide all the guys, so nobody would know.
    The plan was to conquer all when the army was finished, but hey, I suck at playing these kind of games. Still, great fun.

    True love, when your girlfriend helps you out painting little plastic soldiers.

    We now have a group going, with about 15 people. Politics within this group would make Richard Nixon think he was an amateur, because hell hath no fury then a wargamer scorned. William was wrong about the women, I think.

    One of the cool things is that my 3 year old Emily also has a few good men and she paints them in striking red colours. Again, and again.

    A thing that worries me, though, is that all my armies are always of the evil persuasion. Evil necromancers leading hordes of Undead? Check.
    Sadistic Chaos killers spreading disease and filth? Yes, please! Fascist Imperial Guard gunning down all and sundry? Count me in.

    I draw the line at choosing SS-troops when playing WW2 games, though.
    I guess I just know too much about these guys (for whom I am sure there is a new circle in Hell so bad, that even Virgil and Dante would stay away from it) so maybe real life caught up with me somewhere, too.
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