Herr Fernseher here, Brent's temporary manservant. The "master" and his Demons are currently battling some good looking Blood Angels. Perhaps he'll have pics for you later. In the meanwhile, I have your pix fix.
Cliffsnotes: Brent could get sued for using this term "Cliffsnotes" so liberally, but as his surly dogsbody, I say, "serves him right!" Anyway, some cool pics and a word about words (how some gamers "talk funny.")
|Attention hobbyists: the narrative gamers got some of the coolest terrain at WAR Games Con|
A note on gamer diction. As I was walking into the Doubletree hotel this morning, I heard one participant say to another, "Good fortune this day, my friend." I can't say that I've heard that one in a good while. Or maybe ever, outside of a (probably bad) fantasy novel. But it made my morning. If that guy can't switch to modern English, his only friends may be other people who read (bad?) fantasy novels, but still, I'm glad there are people out there preserving an echo of archaic English.
On the other end of the spectrum is a the guy who keeps yelling loud enough for the whole room to hear, "You gon' die, Honky!" Repeatedly. (Lest anyone worry, these threats are emanating from a cluster of white guys. The races appear to be coexisting peacefully here. Well, not counting miniature ones.)
I thought people were excited yesterday, but now I see that it was rather tame compared to today. Looking around, it is obvious that many people have expended a great deal of time, effort, and money preparing for this day. It seems most people are arriving on a crest of anticipation and are not being disappointed.