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Ok we all still have our toys. Like toy story. but not wimpy toys. What do you toys do?
Mine i think have an all out war. I think all my marines games up on my one tau.
My star wars toys my have al all out war. Im pretty sure my assasins creed model is planning my assasination.
Also im pretty sure i saw some of my star wars miniature were playing strip poker one time.

All my Warhammer figures kill everything else.. then my 24 inch collectible Alien eats them all. I don't really have any more toys..

They wait. Patiently. Always keeping a wary eye out for the cat.

Isn't there another (quite old) thread like this? I seem to remember it being described like a book with chapters and everything.

garret wrote:Ok we all still have our toys. Like toy story. but not wimpy toys. What do you toys do?
Mine i think have an all out war. I think all my marines games up on my one tau.
My star wars toys my have al all out war. Im pretty sure my assasins creed model is planning my assasination.
Also im pretty sure i saw some of my star wars miniature were playing strip poker one time.

All your base are belong to us!

They try and live peacefully but finding that impossible they kick the living crap out of each other.

I have noticed a daemon/beast I was converting is missing its tongue and teeth now......

My Darth Tater and Spud Trooper have arms missing.

Its just carnage.

My only toys left are a little Templar and some pokemon on my air conditioner. As well as my warhammer peices, which spend most of their time in cases in a backpack for quick tranportation. I imagine they spend lots of time screaming and suffocating. My pokemon are prolly the ones smoking my stash when im not looking. and my templar just spends his time being badass like templars always do.

Tiny Hammer anyone?

My Reaver stomps on the Thousand Sons placed around it, explains why they're in pieces.

B E H O L D

Tinyhammer

Introduction....


So my techpriests got out of their box and to my computer again last night. I found them in the morning, A dozen techmarines and Enginseers and their servitors jumping up and down on the keyboard and using a Dreadnought to operate the mouse.

We had to speak at length about Wikipedia. They were convinced that nothing told to them by the Great Machine could be so fallacious. Oh, and they got into my porn file and demanded to know why there was so much information on human procreation when schematics could be kept in the same space.

Also, I've finally had it and will be taking my Dark Eldar to the sex shop. Again. The first time I was kinda drunk and they insisted (they had been begging for days and threatening to order more pay-per-view.) Its not like I've got some moral opposition, but, jeeze, ever see an inch-and-a-half tall Wych trying to operate a thirteen inch long vibrating dildo? It's... disturbing.

Oh, and they're ALL fighting over control of the TV. Literally. The Tau only want Discovery Channel, The Space Marine and Sisters want the religious networks, the Orks want Spike on, and the Eldar all want me to put on Lifetime. Except for Eldrad, who I haven't seen in days, but made a collect call and just said "Channel 4, Tuesday news at noon." I'm a little afraid to turn it on.

Doomrider found my stash. Which was just weed and two hits of acid. But given his current size and the fact that he smoked all of it and rolled around on the LSD he's driving up the wall. Literally.

Also, Privateer Press just made their big press release. It was simply "Well, feth." I think the wargames industry might take a bigger hit.

For some reason the tyranids have been watching Nickelodeon. I can't even begin to explain why. We've set up a sort of truce around the TV. Everyone gets one hour except when I want to watch something. Then the orks inform everyone else "DAT GORK WANTS TA WATCH 'IZ UMIE SHOWS." Which would be less weird if I didn't watch so much Election coverage. The Imperium is having a hard time understanding why we aren't purging the heresy of those trying to ursurp our planetary governorship.

One of my friends brought over his Rogue Trader today. Which would have been okay, seeing his ship was pretty cool (it was about as big as my car) but the rat bastard tried to sell me my own tree. I have a single tree in my front yard and I had to pay fifty bucks to buy it back from him. Damn.

I'm trying not to be too loud while I type this. The necrons are sleeping. I had to bathe the nurglings today. The stench was just too much. God, it was horrible. Most of them came apart in the sink. I, I don't want to think about that anymore.

Apparently an Eversor got into my book bag. In the middle of a US Foreign Policy lecture he made this very clear. I'm sure everyone's had a cell phone go off in class? Sucks right, even if the professor's cool you still feel like a douche. Ever have a tiny, clawed lunatic scream "WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY" and run across the desk shredding everyone's notes?

But the Eldar have predicted next weeks lotto results. Which would be great but Eldrad insisted that I shouldn't get a ticket with numbers but instead ask for "L-O-L-D-O-N-G." And I'm pretty sure there are no letters in the lotto balls.

I need to be careful with my weedwhacker now. Before it was just rocks, dog turds, and the occasional bee's nest. Now it's Catachans, Tyrands, Kroot, Tyranids, and Orks that don't like it indoors. You don't know what a bug bite is until you've been peppered with Fleshborers.

The Orks caught a garter snake, then let it go when they found out it wasn't venomous. I thought they were going to eat it... Then the Kroot and Catachans caught it and ate it. Raw. It wouldn't have been disturbing if it was just the Kroot (or the 'nids), but the Catachans had their snake sashimi-style too. I'm going to pick up some vinegar so they can at least cure the meat first. I wish my cat hadn't killed all the shrews. One of those would go through EVERYTHING living in my yard in a couple of days, I'd bet.

Speaking of my cat Jones, he's been acting strangely...



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Will put up more of it if its wanted.
That was just the intro.

AND THIS IS NOT MINE.
I DID NOT WRITE IT OR CLAIM THAT IT WAS MINE.
JUST PUT IT UP BECAUSE THIS THREAD WAS RELATED!

I once got back from holiday to find that the Eldar ranger I left next to a space marine veteran I was painting had fallen over and its gun barrel had snapped. Odd thing was, there had been no-one in the house since I left. The Space Marine was completely intact. Both were metal models.

my toys see eeeeeverything.....



not being a fan of anime, but a fan of mecha, my Gundams and Evas are probably duking it out on top of my desk and computer, my AKIRA figurines are permanently acting out scenes from the movie...

All my Resident Evil 1 and 2 (game) toys are trying to eat/kill each other....all the while my blood angels strike force is trying to get up to the seventh floor to fight my buddy's orks...while my IG sit around and fortify my dresser.....

Superbestfriends!

My room is full of Transformers that are practically fighting off hordes of Heroclix while The Warhammer try to hold back the oncoming horde of Monster in My Pocket (old 80s figures) I received from Ebay

When we move to a new house next year, and the wife sorts out the furniture.

I am getting all my GI Joes, G1 Transformers and G1 He-Men and putting them in display cabinets in my dude room. I will then fill out the collections via ebay.
Then when friends come around it will be mangasms ahoy!

I did want the cabinets in the lounge but her eyes narrowed threateningly.

my "toys" probably wash themselves off. they've been in... unspeakable places.

my transformers have an all out war; not because of the decepticon & autobot thing but the frenzy/rumble is red/blue thing :p (you have to be a transfan to get this lol)

Waaagh_Gonads wrote:I did want the cabinets in the lounge but her eyes narrowed threateningly.

Be like "WOMAN! Those cabinets WILL be in the lounge!". Take the assertive route!



Since my Warhammer stuff never moves, I would like to assume it is all still dead when I leave. About the only toys I have anymore, to tell the truth.

So I lied.. I have a few collectible figs too.. I think they have an all out bout, chain fight style... And after the Alien eats my Figs, I think that Marcus Fenix guts the gakker with his Lancer, before taking on Alex Mercer, My two Cat Girls and My Red Faction Yellow Walker, however at the end of it all I think my Pip-Boy Bobble head unleashes a huge psychic attack and melts his brains...

Blitza da warboy wrote:my transformers have an all out war; not because of the decepticon & autobot thing but the frenzy/rumble is red/blue thing :p (you have to be a transfan to get this lol)

Whatevs. Being HasTak products, they know the truth: Rumble is Red, Frenzy is Blue. This is the actually official party line from both companies. The other side is purely based on a mistake by the Korean Animators and script writers that didn't check their sources properly.

My warhammer minis paint themselves.

*sigh* If only...


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And then my giant collectible spawn figure stomps their measly plastic skulls in.

My Space Wolves have tea parties. And sometimes they cosplay as school girls.

My zombie figures bang on the plastic covers of the packages they are sealed in..frustrated and HUNGY.

My 40k armies get together and hold meetings concerning how much more money they can get me to spend.

Slarg232 wrote:

Waaagh_Gonads wrote:I did want the cabinets in the lounge but her eyes narrowed threateningly.

Be like "WOMAN! Those cabinets WILL be in the lounge!". Take the assertive route!

Then fill in all the gaps in the garage to keep the heat in, after all ... thats where you'll be sleeping for the next month

My predator and Pred alien probably have philosophical debates about if they're related or not.

You haven't lived until you've come home to your Carnifex pinned to the wall by boltthrower shots. Man, it was ticked.

You think thats bad? Imagine coming home to find your cat has played an epic game of cat n' mouse with a lictor.

"Meow" said the cat
"Im not just in the expensive ming vase, I am the expensive ming vase!" said the lictor as he blended in.

When I started playing this game, my wife and I both chose armies. I had sisters of battle, and she had emperor's children marines.

I don't know what they did while we were out, but now we've got over 50k points of miniatures.

My toys plot to beat down the kids' toys and prevent them from taking over. It's very metaphorical.

dietrich wrote:My toys plot to beat down the kids' toys and prevent them from taking over. It's very metaphorical.

BOOM! HEAD SHOT!