Sunday, 28 June 2015

Balls..BIG round ..guild balls.

So yeah...
I'm kinda delirious with brain fry at the moment.

I had this fantastic plan...i mean it was fool proof. Models i would enjoy painting. A slow build plan and a scheme all worked out.

But i should know better shouldn't. I mean the blog name says it all.
What happened this time i hear you grumble.
Well it went like this 'fuzzy flashback fade out' effects.

I walked into Games Workshop full of intent and ideas. Sidled smoothly up to the Tau section, looked for that first model purchase and then my brain went. Nah.
Literally just straight up. Nah.
Ideas fled to the hills in terror, inspiration dived behind the sofa and trembled and enthusiasm dived into the River Ankh and was last seen clinging to a previous resident of the fine city (anyone get the reference?).

whooshy twanging and a snapping sensation as time reverts to normal.

So i then walked out of the store a little confused and downbeat.
Fortunately a quiet work day left much time for a pondering and thunking. I like a good thunk and sometimes i can really conce..coencent....constipate.

A bit of twittering, fbooking and random internet wanderings were the order of the day.
Now i don't really remember what it was that initially drew my eye..it could have been some distant memory swimming through the cosmos of my brain like the great a'tuin or it could even be DocBungles fault on twitter.

But something got me looking at guildball.
Now i have played bloodbowl and dreadball so i knew i liked sports games and i also knew the mrs liked them. So +1 there.

That little look turned into a data usage destroying search and a little itch (which for the record is not a wargaming STI and CANNOT be treated with creams, sprays or pills)
But the searching and digging opened up a game that outwardly looks very good. Nice characterful models much like my happy malifaux days.
A good chunk of youtubing has shown what appears to be a smooth playing game with a good amount of challenge but..and this is important...not a life sucking play length.

So it was starting to look promising. So a look towards a potential purchase began. Now this month the hobby budget is massively constrained (kids coming in the summer and now the death of the household boiler) have left me with a hobby budget the size of a nats left nut....if they even have nuts. But the budget would stretch to a whopping single starter box....but which one.

Pondering more pondering. A bike ride home that saw me arrive in a state that was less supreme athlete and more Whindle Poons after a very vigorous chase.

But back onto the interwebs...and then...well in simple terms. Inspiration struck.
But inspiration is not really the right word...as it's more of an idea....but this blog doesn't do things the easy way...you see there is a theory about ideas.

They all sit out in the darkness of space. Whizzing about and colliding with each other. Occasionally one gets knocked in the direction of this little ball of water and rock called 'The Earth'.
Most ideas never survive the entry through our atmosphere that has been likened to a really bad morning after a decisively violent Vindaloo.
But some do. Some slam into the mind of passing humans. Then in a flash of brilliance they forget.
But some....the really lucky ones....find a willing mind.
Davinci saw art and flying machine.
Einstein world changing theories.
Baach great orchestras of music.
Even in a caveman there was fire.

The one that was unfortunate enough saw.
Tartan.
It saw Brewers guild players in Tartan, possible even Tartan and tattoos.
It griped the empty vessel of my and squeezed for all it was worth. Then through no fault of it's own created an image or blue tattooed, fiery haired , Tartan wearing guild ball players. Think Braveheart with gingers...and be afraid.
Because i bloody well am.

I have no idea if i can even paint tartan, let alone paint it well. But i guess i will find out. There is a plan b, that involves a similar idea just without the tartan. But plan B is for the moment my brain joins my enthusiasm in the Ankh.

So yeah...umm someone once said...May you live in interesting times.
Most people thought it a blessing...little did they know.

Me...well i am gonna spell check the ramble, goggle up 'Salute of the jugger' and grin like Tim Curry playing a wizard who thinks he is about to take over the world.