Every so often, my text messages go off with an alert. It's the same message every time, and has been for a couple of years now. And it always leads to the same conversation, all in texts these days.
"Come to chaos" it says. "The cookies are better." is the usual follow-up. Now, you may be wondering what on earth this has to do with my toy soldiers, and how it's NOT evidence of insanity. Or paranoia, at least. I promise, you'll understand in a bit.
It's been said that you can tell alot about a person simply by the army he plays. A tyranid player is typically quiet and unrelenting- you'll never catch a tyranid player flipping out (I've tried, make no mistake), while an Eldar player is typically a little wierd (yes, I mean wierd. I'm one of them. I, too, am just 'a little off'. It happens.) But most easily, you'll be able to tell if the person is a 'good guy' at heart, or a 'bad guy'.
One of my buddies, an avid tournament player and co-organizer of one of the biggest gaming cons in the world, is a chaos player. In the game, he's totally efficient about utilizing the rules, and he's completely merciless in destroying opponents. For him, the game is not a matter of good or evil, it's about utter destruction. Who cares about saving babies? Especially when they burn so well... (Neither he nor I are condoning violence against babies of any sort. So, for all you sue-happy hippies out there, suck it!)
In all our days, he's shown me his proud Word Bearers army. In our trend-setting year at competition, he played them beside my Daemon army. In all these years, he's been completely dedicated to that army, and the Chaos it entails.
Remember how I said that you could tell alot about a person from the army they play? Well, anyone that knows me will tell you that this is how I am. I am a regimented, responsible, insanely obsessive person. (but I'm also lazy, so it's a great war of my very own...) I am the Ultramarines. I don't need a deep story, even when there is one. I don't need fancy icons and decoration, even if they're in every box. I don't need 'creative freedom', as long as the job gets done and I survive.
And still I resist.