There was a lot that happened for me on Games Day other than just Eldar stuff, however. I was up at the crack of WTF to catch a bus hired by Games Workshop to drive losers like me from Ottawa to Toronto (about 4.5 hours). The bus and admission into Games Day was $50, so that was too cheap not to take advantage of. So here I am driving on the 417 highway at 2:45 AM to get to Games Workshop in time to take the bus.
When I got there, we hung around waiting for the bus to arrive. By "we" I mean me and about 45 12-year-olds.
Here's Urban. He's the only guy I know who was OLDER than me (by a few months) going to the same event. We pledged to sit next to each other just in case we found ourselves next to someone who's young enough to think of U2 as an "oldies" band.
The tots were marched onto the bus, and me along with them. And Urban.
Oh, I was ready for Games Day alright. I had my new hat, my new sunglasses, my new shirt, my iPod and a head full of dreams. Also, I had my army case with me. Nothing makes me feel like a grown-up more than carrying around a shoulder-bag that has "ARMY TRANSPORT" stenciled onto it.
The sun eventually rose, and the lovely Canadian countryside was visible at long last.
Toronto at long last.
We got off the bus and found ourselves at the Metro Toronto Convention Center, moving like a bovine herd of nerdlings who, to the local Torontonians, were hicks as well. Chances of scoring women while on the trip were skyrocketing at this point.
This was the lineup, or so I thought.
In truth, it was the lineup to get to the real lineup, which was this.
And then there was this Games Workshop employee who was there to wrangle attendees properly. He was probably the most excited, jumpy guy I've ever seen in my life.
Whew.
Notice here that there is someone going up to the Games Day floor ahead of us? That's right, kids: Always buy that sniper rifle you see on Ebay, even if you don't know at the time why you'll need it.
Who farted?
Ok, look at the head of the guy who is wearing the red shirt and then glance to the left of him, but to the right of the guy with the visor. See that thing way, way off in the distance?
It's a girl.
Finally. Games Day.
Uh.
This area of the floor sold Games Day exclusive stuff. Like those shirts (which I have to admit were quite awesome).
This is me and my friend, Drew. Drew is one of the funniest, most quick-witted individuals you'll ever meet. He won the very coveted Golden Demon award for his painting not once, but twice (that's his gold winner below).
Drew and I share more than a love for games. We also share a love for nitrates. Here's the hot dog stand where we had lunch.
Here's games developer Phil Kelly making with the porn.
All around I have to say it was a good day. If I come up with anything else clever to say, I'll add it.
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Yeah, that's Clint, and I'm partially to blame for the chainmail obsession since I helped him fabricate it.
In case you don't know, chainmail is considered the MINIMUM you need to safely walk on some streets in Toronto -- day or night.
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