The coolest email.

Ah ... ever since my first tabletop battles of Wellington vs Napoleon in Rog's basement, I knew Roger would forever have a passion for those tiny little guys and the little paintbrushes that make them look good on their way to death. Alas, my love will always be for the imaginary worlds ... those endless paths and passages that appear in our minds as we gather to geek out. Thus will I sip at the fountain of WarHammer ... but I will not drink deeply ... for I have not the time and energy I once did as a youth when one might spend one's hours on frivolous pursuits, 24 hour rpg sessions, dressing up and so forth. In the high summer of my life I must spend my time like a miser ... so let it be for this one fateful weekend when we all gather to shift out of the careening paths of our now separated lives ... as some of us who have grown unaccustomed to the d20 learn to throw it once again ... so might I try again as in days of old to defeat Roger on his home territory ... even the green lawns and spiky trees which are ever held in place by a little white glue ... to gather units together in command groups ... to measure ranges with a seamstress's tape ... to ascend and descend the heights of fake hillsides ... and then when all is done ... to say farewell to those tiny men, those little soldiers of tactical simulation. Until next time .... goodbye ... goodbye ...

Love the old books.