chrisgoodone
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We were 13 or 14 or so and used to taunt each other about our ‘armies’. One was Wood Elves, I was Dark elves and the other was a mix of Chaos and Brettons. Entire battles took place in our minds, and our chat, and through battle illustrations in our school exercise books. Models got bought and Wardancers were coo’d over. A couple of these guys were really good painters winning local trophies. We roleplay a bit together and then… life happened.
30 years went by. We got married, did jobs, moved countries, and did life stuff.
As school friends, we’ve stayed in touch. Been at each other’s weddings and annual get-togethers. And then the banter started again. In lofts and drawers and old boxes we re-grouped our old lead - most we thought we'd lost or forgotten. Considered selling the models for thousands and decided against it. Started the old name calling and banter and in a switch we're all-in. Bought too much (never enough) paint. Here’s the story of our first battle.
Our first battle. We travelled to the Netherlands to meet up with our old mate. We had gloo fingers and paint fever. Expectantly and fervently we unpacked our metal. We gloried each others paintjobs. And then we realised we’d never even done it before. We’d never played the game. … and we were amazed about what our old friend had been up to.
Here it goes – Fast Times at Anvilspring.
30 years went by. We got married, did jobs, moved countries, and did life stuff.
As school friends, we’ve stayed in touch. Been at each other’s weddings and annual get-togethers. And then the banter started again. In lofts and drawers and old boxes we re-grouped our old lead - most we thought we'd lost or forgotten. Considered selling the models for thousands and decided against it. Started the old name calling and banter and in a switch we're all-in. Bought too much (never enough) paint. Here’s the story of our first battle.
Our first battle. We travelled to the Netherlands to meet up with our old mate. We had gloo fingers and paint fever. Expectantly and fervently we unpacked our metal. We gloried each others paintjobs. And then we realised we’d never even done it before. We’d never played the game. … and we were amazed about what our old friend had been up to.
Here it goes – Fast Times at Anvilspring.