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Just make it scroll? Or maybe I can edit the post to add new entries.

(If you have no clue what I'm talking about, the discussion started in
a thread that kind of got derailed)

That was mostly you and me (4 eva). I can quit if you can.

Well, I'm quitting in the thread. But I wanted to make a new thread.

"When I played 40k, I melted down stolen tupperware every
night so that I could hand mold my own plastic soldiers."

wrong post

Ok, this is how I mould my own figs...

Firstly, I raid all of the nearby grave-yards for some skulls.

I then clean them out using holy-water and a Habit.

I then get every piece of jewellery off my GF and melt it down in the Microwave.
Due to the damage that might be caused, I keep my face pressed to the MW glass, to make sure it does not explode.

Once melted, I remove the skull from the MW, RUN upstairs to the roof using a ladder circa 1920's(we live under powerlines so I have to be careful).

Once on the roof, I throw the Skull up in the air yelling "Jervis help me"

Squads of beautifully cast Orks rain down upon my person.

Easy as 1, 2 ,3!

When I was a kid we didn't have these fancy dancy paints that all you whipper snapper have. If I wanted to color something blood red, I had to get a razor blade and use my own blood.

I had to use my GI Joes and make up my own rules. And play against myself.

No fooling, I actually did that. When a friend of mine first told me about Warhammer in 1994, I nearly crapped my pants.

Wait, was this not supposed to be authentic?

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Back in my day, I had to play with that cheater HG Wells. What a jerk! "Oh look, my Martian rayguns vaporize your guys on a 2+!" Whatever.

Back in my day, we had to make our own glue out of spit, elbow grease, iodine, Dr. McGillicuddy's magic elixir, sheep's milk, pubic hair, and the ground up bones of ol' Yeller. Mixed it together by hand, in a vat, and you knew it was ready when it started to taste like ma's special country pie.

Course, it stained the models like crazy, but back then we had fine, smooth-covering lead-based paints. Ain't no paint ever tasted quite as nice.

Back in my day, bolters couldn't double-tap after moving and we liked it!

When i was young, we didn't have those fancy gaming table, we played on broken glass