
I was one of the lucky ones, I managed to get out long before acquinng the cheese-ball whiff and an ear for Napalm Death. Attic AttacĬrudely daubed in acrylics and tissue-wrapped, my own collection of miniatures rests peacefully in dog-eared boxes somewhere in the loft - never to see the light again. And for your utter devotion you will be forever rewarded with the Curse Of Nurgle' - bubbling acne and the lingering pong of Cheesy Wotsits and white spirits that will shadow you to your doom. High priests in waiting must become one with all of the GW realms, they must befriend the hardcore regulars at their local GW temple and cultivate a liking for metal in all its musical and physical forms. It takes more than a subscription to White Dwarf magazine and a proficiency in the art of drybrushing to get into the inner circle. The Cult Of Games Workshop not only requires its acolytes to devour and eventually regurgitate its many rule-sets, but to buy and lovingly paint hundreds of lead figures before war across the bedroom carpet can even begin.


The road to becoming a fully-fledged Warhammer fanatic is long, expensive and arduous.
