An Ode to Games Workshop

[Stoneface]

An Ode to Games Workshop

For more than 20 years Games Workshop stock has sat

immobile on trading floors around the world. It is the master

of tabletop gaming by the will of the marketing executives

and the master of a million penniless children by the might

of its inexhaustible fan-boy staff. It is a rotting carcass writhing

invisibly with capital earned during the 1990's. It is the

Carrion Lord of competitive wargaming, for whom a thousand

staff members are fired every day, for whom blood is drunk

and flesh is eaten, customers blood and customers flesh - the

stuff of which Games Workshop is made. 

 

To be a hobbyist in such times is to be one of untold thousands.

It is to live in the cruellest and bloodiest regime imaginable.

This is a tale of those times. It is a company you can buy from

today - if you dare - for this is a dark and terrible company where

you will find little comfort or hope. If you want to take part in the

adventure then prepare your wallet now. Forget the power of

technology, science and common humanity. Forget the promise of

progress and understanding, for there is no good three dimensional

writing here, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter and the

laughter of thirsting company executives. But the hobby is a popular

one and, whatever happens, you will not be missed... 

(A little joke version of the 40k intro I wrote a couple of years ago after a particularly painful rulebook revision) 

[Space Truckin]

Excellent!  

Made me smile on a Monday morning after a craptastic weekend.

[Servant of Dante]

This is hilarious. :P