Men are from Mars, Warhammer players are from Pluto
Posted in games & hobbies on April 6th, 2010 by Deon Barnard – 9 Comments
Imagine a normal person, someone from Mars or Venus – an average middle class, church going human being that has two and a half kids, watches rugby, has picnics at the local park, and attends parents/teachers meetings and scrapbook clubs. Now imagine this person accidentally, or by some other mysterious coincidence, finds themselves at a Warhammer club somewhere in Johannesburg one night. Their first thought might be, “Oh. My. God!! What planet do these people come from??!!” And they wouldn’t be far wrong – you see, Warhammer players come from the planet Pluto, which has recently been declassified as a planet, but that suits Warhammer players down to the ground.
On Pluto the average E.Q. of people is about 12 – there are small shrubs on that planet that are more socially captivating – however, the average I.Q. is about 200. Ask them what a female g-spot is and you’re likely to be drowned in a chorus of blank stares (and wondering if you’ve stumbled across the set of ‘Village of the Damned’), but ask them the statistical probability of a five rank unit of spear elves with a standard of balance breaking a unit of witch elves with ASF and a death hag in it in one round of combat and they’ll instantly respond with percentages ranging from 15.7 to 42.3 as well as a heated debate about the pros and cons of paying for a musician.
Another puzzling phenomenon on Pluto is the incredible focus and endurance of Plutonians. These people can play five back to back games, each lasting two to three hours, and at the end of 15 solid hours of gaming interrupted by nothing but two toilet breaks, they will proceed to explain the results of every dice roll that occurred during that day to anyone willing to listen. After an hour or two of passionate recounting they will go home and sacrifice a night of sleep as their brains continue to process every move, roll and decision they made during the day, again and again. On waking the following day they are able to do it all again on nothing more than a bacon roll and a cup of coffee. Truly remarkable!
From time to time a daring Plutonian will attempt to start a conversation not related to gaming – usually when this happens there is some nervous twitching and frightened looking about. If the group feels that their status quo is not in danger of being completely devastated they will tentatively add to the pool of conversation, all the time hoping that the diversion doesn’t last too long. A typical conversation might go like this:
- So, anyone see the news about Eugene Terreblanche dying?
- Uh, yes. Hmmmph.
- Oh well, I guess he had it coming.
- Yeah. Yip. Poor guy, he had no chance.
- Nope. Got hacked by two guys with pangas.
- Fuck. That’s like an Empire captain with one wound left getting taken out by two black Orcs with extra hand weapons…
- Geez! You’re right!
- No way! Did you see how Sean took out my black Orcs with his Hellblaster!
- I hate Hellblasters… (etc)
One of the most visible signs that they come from another planet is their immunity to Venutian magic. Take a pretty Venutian to an all Martian braai for instance and she can single handedly stop all proceedings as Martians drop braai tongs, spill beer and cease conversation, completely bewitched. Take a pretty Venutian to a Plutonian event and nobody skips a beat – in fact most Plutonians are not even aware that she is present, such is their supernatural focus and cerebral distraction.
Martian expats are not always easily accepted on Pluto, but if you’re planning an extended visit any time soon, here are some tips for getting by on Pluto:
- Read the rule books. These are Plutonian dictionaries. It’s easier to get by when you can speak Plutonian.
- Don’t hug Plutonians! They don’t do hugs unless they’re French. (You might be able to hug their Venutian mates, but don’t push it.)
- Tone down your enthusiasm. Plutonians are cool and reserved on the whole, unless they’re rolling 1′s or 6′s.
- Don’t mention cheese. They don’t like cheese – especially the smelly blue kind.
- Black T-Shirts with gothic prints are essential.
- Paint your shit. Plutonians respect painted shit.
You will not see this article on National Geographic!
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Wow, what a title! If that doesn’t pull in some visitors then I don’t know what will. I write this article as a male who is tired of the never ending whining of women who make statements like, “My husband/boyfriend/lover is afraid of intimacy” or, “He’s not interested in intimacy, he just wants sex” or, “I’m really hoping we can go and see a therapist about his intimacy problems”… excuse me while I puke.