So you get this instead.
I last played any type of Warhammer 40K game two weeks before the twins were born, over 6 years ago. This year I finally resolved to sell my massive collection of models and this past few weeks I finally got the gumption to go into the dark corner of the crawlspace and pull some cases out. After futzing with the camera and slowly recalling how to take decent pictures of models, I started posting auctions on Ebay.
You know, when I decided to start doing this, I thought it would be easy. I thought the nostalgia had been sweated out after not touching the stuff for 6 years. But once a Warhammer addict, always a Warhammer addict.
Each auction I created was accompanied by a series of memories of how that squad or that character performed heroically in one battle or another. Each model lovingly converted and painted, cared for and repaired when the inevitable accident happens. And now... its gone, someone else's property.
I feel like I'm selling a forgotten part of my soul, piece by piece.
I started with my Chaos marine army, my second Warhammer army. I feel I might slip into depression when I break open the Eldar cases. Some of those Eldar models I've had for over 25 years.
To be fair, I'm keeping a handful of models that I'm particularly fond of. I won't be soulless when this is all done.
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I, too, have been on the receiving end of a DOOM COLD for the last week or so and it completely knocked me on my ass.
ReplyDeleteBe strong, selling your soul, for hopefully you give it to someone so that the units see battles more glorious than a crate in the crawl space.