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i don't even play warhammer and i'm offended
I DON'T EVEN PLAY WARHAMMER AND I'M OFFENDED
ARE YOU DEAF OR ARE YOU STUPID
EH. ANSWER THE QUESTION
and none of my friends play it. i'd rather just play videogames.
Fucksake, play AD&D or something, dweebs.
So I'm kindof with him on this.
But no, of course it shouldn't be banned.
as if it's any worse than watching tv or something. i'd argue it's better, forces you to be more engaged and socialise with people.
i should probably read the article next time...
click-bait sub-sub-sub-somethingawful.com troll articles instead of news
it did make me chuckle
He's taking the piss, through the quite comical (and recognisable) retelling of his own Warhammer experiences.
Also, I was at uni with this guy, and once saw him speak at a comedy debate. Now, I'm not saying that he was drunk at this, though everyone had been drinking, and I'm not saying that when he left suddenly half way through and then came back in he had piss on his trousers - maybe it was splashback from the taps - but I will say that everyone there thought he was drunk, and was pretty sure he had piss on his trousers.
It could have been one of the perennial 'This House Would Like to Feel a Little Fresher' opening debates, or might have been the highly topical (at the time) 'This House Would Buy Charles Kennedy a Pint'.
Some of the comments underneath entirely miss the point :D
What a fucking dweeb
yes I was a loser at school, but I definitely, definitely wasn't still a virgin when I finished my PhD. I definitely wasn't.
Tolkeinesque in it's greatness.
Although he's right. Dem chicks don't like no space marines.
Unless they were real. Then they'd be up on all their dicks.
Or part robot. Or cyborb. In fact, you're probably right.
Still, they hang around with chicks nonetheless
maybe then I too could have spent weeks making a deeply uncomfortable plastic and papier mache space marine costume I'd be terrified to touch anything with, thereby increasing my chances to hang out with anemic girls with equally unhealthy obsessions outside scruffy 60s community centres