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I’ve never been a Warhammer 40,000 fan.
I collect Sigmar figures just to paint them, and then never get around to finishing them.
I swear I’ll get around to it and never do.
I got into painting Sigmar to start sharing a hobby with my fiance, who grew up loving Warhammer.
I was excited about the game, but I really had no clue what was going on.
As someone who is notoriously terrible at shooters and avoids them like the plague, I adored the mechanics.
This gamemademe like shooters.
I was lucky enough to get an early-access code to the game and I became obsessed with it.
Suddenly this world I wanted to explore, but had nowhere to start from, made sense to me.
Seeing the happiness this game brought a life-long fan of Warhammer just filled me with joy.
I was so happy to sit next to him, snack in hand, and watch him play.
As silly as it sounds, I adored hearing every lore-dump.
I wanted to learn more about who the Emperor fellow was.
I demanded to know if the Space Marines actually get to take their suits off to have a shower.
My most burning question of all waswho lights all these damn candles?
The magic of my little flying babies quickly turned from “aww” to “eww”.
And you know what?
On a surface level, this universe is cool.
It brought together his love of the universe and my love for video games.
Combining the two things we were passionate about felt special.
To the Emperor, and to our future.
Back from blasting Tyranids?
