I had a mad dream last week that I was about my age now and trapped in Warhammer world. I had been dropped off for some kind of bootcamp and had to stay there all Summer!
I kept trying to look for a way out and Warlord Games but every door lead to that flipping great gaming hall they have. All exits had sales staff guarding. I think I managed to find some of you guys working happily away at a painting table. I tried suggesting we get the hell out but everyone was content and too busy.
It was awesome. And weird as hell.
I've always wanted to go to Warhammer world but in this dream it was like that fairground in Pinocchio where they turn into donkeys. I must be feeling guilty for all the money spent over the years and the unpainted minis.
Either that or I think my subconscious has an aversion to having a good time clearly. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
