Gettin' started

I got started the way a lot of hobbyists get started, I guess - a starter box. In this case, Assault on Black Reach.

Actually I bought something else way before the starter box, and that was the orks codex. I had decided long before that I wanted to play orks. Largely because in the bleek and depressive and humourless world of Warhammer 40K, the orks are everything the others are not. They're full of life, colour, gusto, and fun.

Oh, and "'ere we go, dakkadakkadakka, stomp some panzees" is about the depth of tactical thought I can manage...

It took a while to gather up the courage to start gluing the models together. Once I had started though, it got to me. It's fun to put the little pieces together to make those little orks. (Yes, I know there were spacemarines in there too... But this is about Da Ulkriderz.)

Once I was hooked I couldn't leave it well enough alone, so I went and bought a box of boyz, and a box of nobz. Once I broke into the boxes, I was really thrilled. By Mork, the options! There were lots of little heads and arms and stuff to put together, and the bitz! The bitz! Mwa-ha-ha-ha! The painboy in me had really awakened! (With special emphasis on the pain bit when I slipped with the scalpel once... It traumatised me to the point where I get a cold sweat from just looking at it. It just sits there, menacingly... Gleaming evilly and waiting for my blood. I use a hobby knife and clippers instead.)

At this point it was pretty obvious to me I was going to be one of those people who put together an army of units that look fun, rather than one that's competetive. Heck, I haven't read the rules enough to know what is competetive. Besides, I never liked to minmax stuff anyway...