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About Mehman

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    East Texas
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    Solo gaming. Well, more the hobby aspect of gaming.

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  1. Doesn't stop me from using the heck out of him ! My AoS army, as has probably already been said, are Chaos Aelves aligned with Malal - the "Host of Malal". For the Horus Heresy, the Death Guard Chapter I'm running will, in the end, side with Malal. My Dark Eldar are also working for Malal or, as he's known in 40k, Malice. If I decide to make a Chaos force for 40k, it'll be for Malice. Who am I kidding? Of course I'll make them. One day... I love this model so much. You can't buy this variant anymore and it makes me sick. Although with some converting and hopeful wishing an approximate can be made from the one GW still puts out.
  2. Right then, the package arrived! Well, it arrived on the neighbors' doorstep in our duplex but Mrs Meh retrieved it because she's awesome and I have mobility issues. You would think the delivery person could tell the difference between the first house and second house as there are huge numbers bolted outside on the brick beside the doors but whatever. An email to FedEx should clear it up for next time - not a complaint email, mind you, but a "hey, we're over here!" email. There's nothing like new or old book smell. These just happen to be new books. Mmm .
  3. Short answer: Yes. Long answer: Absolutely.
  4. Same as any other day of the year: Coke or Pepsi Zero. I can't drink fermented beverages because I get a massive migraine when they are imbibed and distilled beverages shoot my blood sugar through the roof. Also, both adult drinks play havoc with my medication so they're really a no go. I'll just stick with a Coke Zero, thanks. On the subject of food during the Summer, it's the same as any other day of the year, too. I will sometimes sneak a cookie or pack of M&Ms if I'm about to pass out, though. That's the extent of the sweet stuff I'm allowed. Three cheers for diabetes!
  5. I feel better now that I know. I've actually been wanting to come in here for a bit but just never did. Intimidation, I guess. Everyone seems to get on so well together that it's kind of daunting to be the new guy in the room. Oh well. Too late to go back now - we're in the Matrix!
  6. Everything looks great!
  7. Woo hoo! I did something right !
  8. Meow! Kitty ! I really like the colour scheme. It reminds me of the three lynxes we saw in New Mexico five years ago. (Funnily enough, "lynxes" is a word!) They're my favourite big kitties besides mountain lions. Anyway, the kitty and the base look great!
  9. I've never been in here. Are we supposed to be random or something? I'm so confused...
  10. Until Valhalla.
  11. Locusts are even worse. They spit on you. Well, both grasshoppers and locusts do that, but locusts are big and therefore scary.
  12. A few things are wonky (eg, Flamers being able to target Flyers) but that's to be expected with a new ruleset. Nothing I've found is a game-breaker, though. I'm still waiting on my Indices to get here tomorrow but I have the rulebook and it does a good job of explaining things to old hands and newbies alike. If you're interested, there's a free, 12 page PDF of the main rules on GW's website. The BRB goes into more detail and adds rules not found in the PDF. I'd get it but, then again, what do I know?
  13. It used to be the forest. I'd grab my dog, my trusty rifle, and enough water so I wouldn't pass out due to the Texas Sun. Off we'd go into the wild green yonder, never to be heard from again... or for around three to four hours and then we'd come back home. This started around ten or so years ago. Every day, we'd say goodbye to the house and go explore the nearby woods that now happen to be a housing development. You know, that land these million dollar houses now sit on was mainly swampland. True story. Expect a lot of foundation problems in a few years time. Brandy - that was her name - and I recovered some things from the forest that are worth mentioning. One day, we came upon an old still used for making moonshine. My family comes from a long line of moonshiners so this discovery was of little interest or shock, but what we found while poking through the corroded and rusted-away metal was of great interest to me and also my future employers: it was an old laudanum bottle from around the turn of the 20th century. Needless to say, I thanked the spirits of the forest for the find, put the heavily-made glass bottle with rusted cap in my pack, and my companion and I continued on our merry way. Another time, we were going through the first of many trails we had hewed from the woods and came upon a deer - a doe, to be exact. This was not unusual in and of itself as we saw much wildlife in our travels (especially bunnies - remind me to tell you a story one day involving one of those feisty critters), but this deer allowed us to get within spitting distance before she made her presence known. For whatever reason, the graceful beast showed herself and we both stopped in our tracks, mesmerized by the sight. Truth be told, I though about petting her but didn't want to chance getting a face-full of hooves. It may have been the heat or my memory playing tricks on me but it was if she nodded at us, acknowledging our work in her forest. When she moved away from a particularly dense stand of trees, a dead tree that had no business being there fell to the ground beside her. As some of you know, deer are particularly skittish creatures and they jump if a twig breaks around them or a shadow looks at them funny. She just kept up her leisurely pace, walking as if to brush beside us both. This whole time, my dog just stood there wagging her tail that was actually just a little nub. I remember thinking that her behaviour was odd because she normally ran from all the denizens of the forest... even bunnies. Now, you must understand something about the tree that fell when the doe moved: it was about 6'5", almost straight, and as big around as a martial artist's quarterstaff. If you're picturing a skinny branch, you aren't far off. As she's walking past, I get the idea that the "stick" that fell was somehow special. When the deer was out of kicking distance, I retrieved and appraised what I thought would make a good walking stick. I asked the animal if I could take it home with me and she stopped walking, looked back at me, and then nodded again. Maybe she was biting a tick or something but it looked like a nod to me. So, to end the story, I cleaned the bark from the stick and Brandy and I returned home. Not knowing it then, that would be the first episode on my road to ever-increasingly strange things happening to me. I still have the stick - in fact, I'm looking at it. Now that I rely on a cane for walking, the thought has occurred to me to utilize it in some way for mobility. I think it will stay as my shaman stick, though. Anyway, that's what is iconically Summer to me - getting out in nature and letting the spirits guide you where they may.
  14. Thanks for the rundown! I'll go ahead and download the PDF.
  15. I don't really celebrate the big ones for various reasons and won't even observe some holidays for other reasons. Presidents' Day? That's called Theodore Roosevelt's Day! Anyway, here's a list if anyone cares to look: High Holy Sabbats (the Solstices and Equinoxes) Thelemic High Holy Days Saint George's Day(s) (Both Roman Catholic and Eastern Orthodox) The Celebration of the Great Beast That should be it but I usually forget some of the lesser days.