The Helljumper Chronicles Begin

Now this is where things swing into high gear. I'm here at Zombie Planet, the game store owned by my friend George Vasilakos. Zombie Planet is pretty much a nerd mecca, selling practially everything that would pluck a nerd's cerebral cortex. You want comics? He's got comics? You want RPGs? He's got those, too. Board games? Check. Trading card games? Action figures? You're kidding me, right? So naturally, I came up here to purchase my Warhammer 40K army.

Boy, am I glad I statted out my army in advance. When I got here, George directed me to a giant cardboard box and said "there's your order." How can I describe the emotions I felt as I opened my case of miniatures? The overwhelming rush of endorphins as pulled out all the smaller boxes? I believe I actually went "SQUEE!" It's a giant box of love. There are 18 boxes of minatures in there.

And it's all in there. Every squad. Every option. All in one giant box.

I've had to resist the urge to go even further, to engage my insanity to it's logical conclusion, and buy everything I would need to assemble and field my army. Glue, hobby tools, paints, dice, tape measure, templates.... That's one of the things I love about this hobby -- all the fiddly bits you need to accompany your habit. I'm sure Games Workshop likes that, too. But that would be completely illogical, because I'm not ready to field my army, so I don't really need dice and templates and such. Besides, buying all that stuff would be crazy.

So now that I've got my space marine army, it's time to start putting things together. I'll be posing pics of the process, and blogging about it, over the coming weeks. (Because it'll take weeks for me to put all this stuff together and paint it). Now, on to the next question: How in the hell will I get all of this stuff to NYC?