Nice people come a dime a dozen. There's nothing wrong with nice people though, but let's be honest:
Darth Vader was WAY cooler than Luke Skywalker.
Now, many people argue the case for playing this army or playing that army. And they have every right to do so.
I could too. But I'm not.
I want to argue the case for NOT playing an army.
And why stick at one army? Why not give them all a bashing? They deserve it (and if they don't, they deserve to deserve it)!
So, wallowing in my hatred, swimming in my sarcasm and hiding my head in shame at the gob(bo)-awful puns I'm about to make...I present you:
My reasons for not playing an army!
Tomb Kings:
The first thing that comes to mind when I think about Tomb kings is that they can't be very good warriors. I mean...if they ended up in the tomb in the first place, what are the chances they're gonna be successful once they've been excavated?
Na, I don't believe them to be very effective, first sign of battle and they'll go running to their mummies... (yup...that probably sets the tone for the rest of this post....)
Goblins and Orcs:
Have you ever had a really bad cold? If so, then you'll know that snot comes in all sizes. And that's what this army is: snot in different sizes. Their list of weapons is amazing: Bad breathe, flying gobbos and their cavalry ride around on pigs.
Yeah, Julius may well have admired the use of the porcus singularis, but even he'd agree they're better off eaten.
If I had to play with them, I'd paint them all little red hats and give them fishing poles.
Vampire counts:
An anorexic army if ever I saw one. I figure anybody playing with hem should be forced to sing: "Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones." Yeah! And they have to do a little jig while they're at it!
I figure this is the second most attractive army for nerds: "Look at my Vampire Lord! 10 S8 attacks, undead, fear causing, flying with 23 wounds."
Yeah? Well, I just ate a MASSIVE kebab with a LITER of garlic sauce on it. How you like that then? (And breathe into his face).
Uh. Sorry. Lost track of my quest there. It just goes to show the pure emotions, turmoiling inside of me as I write.
You know? Some people have minor peeves and other folks sometimes suffer from petty annoyances, but I suffer from major psychotic hatreds!!!!! Bush, Blair, Balkenende (George, Tony and Peter-John as I normally refer to them), Iraq, Terrori..oops...off topic. Sorry, just can't get myself under control this evening!
Lizard men:
Right! I so want to play with a green and slimy army.
"Yes. But we ride around on dinosaurs."
Sure! They are extinct though aren't they? Yeah. So you're living in the past pal!
Oh. And that lord of yours looks like the fat frog from that Paul McCartney song.
"Pom di pom...la die laaaa....pom di pom...."
Chaos:
The main reason I don't want to play with chaos has to do with the countries the individual gods represent.
"Huh?"
Yes. You can see national tendencies through the Chaos Gods...bare with me...
Tzeentch: India. Lots of magic, long flowing robes, hallucinogenic drugs (otherwise there's no way anybody would look like that) and bright colours.
Slaanesh: England or Thailand. Loads of attractive and willing females. But riddled with evil (I'm thinking VD here).
Is this racism? I don't know. But I'm pretty darned certain I've lost any chances of getting laid in either of these countries...
Nurgle: Probably any random third world nation. Specifically I'd say Eritrea, but that's just because it sounds so cool.
Khorne: The US. Aggressive, simple, to the point and way too powerful in comparison with anything else about. Sadly it keeps losing to subtlety and tact.
Anyway, none of these countries basically appeal to the warlord in me.
Now...if they made the Chaos God Bacchus, I'd be down the shop (or the temple as we call it), chucking my empire in the bin and buying the Molotov cocktail throwers and the Booze-tank.
But they're not, so I ain't.
Besides, Bacchus isn't a nation. But...BUT...if he was, I'd be there. Holland is probably the next best thing though.
Elves:
High elves, low elves, dark elves, light elves, wooden elves, fairies and what not. I don't know. I just have this feeling these armies were made to attract more females into fantasy battle gaming.
Alas, it seems to have failed. It has just allowed a generation of gamers to get in touch with their feminine side.
Now, don't get me wrong here. There's nothing wrong with accessing the woman inside of you. Not at all.
I just think that if you have to do that by playing a game you're in need of psychiatric treatment. (more so than if you say, wanted a sex-change or something).
Bretonnians
Exactly the same as the Empire! Well, besides the small fact that they don't have flagellants. Oh, and they don't have steam tanks. Ah yes: They don't have mortars, cannons or hell blaster volley guns either. Indeed, they don't even have hand gunners or strong infantry blocks. So, basically, all they've got are knights.
Now, once again, don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with knights. 1 unit is cool. 2 units are cooler still. 3 units are pushing your army to the brink of actually still being effective. Any more is just pure insanity!
I bet that the majority of Bretonnian players are ex-elf players who missed one group-therapy-session too many...
Beastmen
I know, I know, I should have handled these with the chaos dudes. The thing is though; this army is so tragic that it needs special mentioning. Obviously I wouldn't go out of my way to write a separate paragraph if I didn't feel it was really necessary.
But there you go.
Dwarfs
Everyone has heard of the guy with the Ferrari having such a great car to compensate for other, less well endowed, matters...
Now, someone once sprang the theory that dwarf players play with dwarfs because they are SO VERY WELL ENDOWED in other regions, that they don't need giants or steam tanks or uber-magic to compensate for anything!
Well let me ask you then...why do they need runes to keep from misfiring then? Yes...they might be roaming the mountainside on three legs, but one of them certainly seems dysfunctional to me...
So, there you go. I've shot my load, spewed my gall and, more likely than not, spoiled the broth!
But, shucks*, I feel a lot better for doing so!
Party on!
* Yeah, I know, the swearing isn't up to standards, but don't blame me; blame the rooster.