Doug (Mutator) is leaving. Going to Palmerston North (or somewhere down south) for work reasons. Doug is (in my eyes at least) one of the great legends of the NZ Warhammer scene. He sets the bar for attitude, army composition (bearing narrative and fluff in mind first and foremost), enthusiasm, sound advice and considered opinions. It is one of my great regrets that I wasted so many years playing 40k and as a by-product did not get to know Doug until recently. He is a stand up gentleman of the game and now he's going... going... gone.
And there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth.
To bid him fond adieu some of the lads got together at his place for a one-day gaming binge. Doug's garage has been the gaming location of choice for the seedy underbelly of the Warhammer community (I'll cop some flak for that comment) - somehow he's managed to fit 4 tables in amidst the collection of novels, old D&D books, copious amounts of models, and dubious cans of acetone and other chemical concoctions (all mostly legal in nature) which is all the more freaky because Doug smokes like a chimney stack. Every other Friday night those in the loop inconsistently gather( gathered... sniff) in the hallowed grounds of the family garage to lay waste to each other (and their armies). Beer, Warhammer, good mates, and dishing out punishment on the table. Good times.
Great times.
Anyway, the procedure for this day was basically get in some games, hang out, shed some manly tears and wish Doug good luck with the sheep down the way.
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