Saturday, September 06, 2008
My lovely wife bought me a craft bag from Spotlight a while back - it was on the sale table for $10 and she figured it might be useful for me to carry my army in. My army fitted perfectly, but I knew I was going to have to be careful, because they were essentially loose in plastic boxes.
No worries I thought, it only has to go to and from my erratic gaming nights. Of course, as Murphy's law would have it, the first corner I drove round on the way to Aaron's, the bag fell over and made a horrible noise - the noise of painted metal men being jumbled together with no protection - kinda like a mass drunken orgy, not in the nice Hollywood sense though, more like the kind that leaves you sick in your stomach with regret. Not that I've ever experienced a mass orgy, I'm just being figurative.
I won't make that mistake again I though to myself and on the way home, restrained the bag with the seat belt on the front passenger seat. Of course, in South Auckland we don't have nice smooth roads, so by the time I got home, my men were a little jumbled up.
So today, in preparation for the next gaming night - hopefully this Wednesday - I bought some foam to keep the men all snug and in place.
Not bag for a tidy, portable way of carrying my army around.
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