The Loose Association of Wargamers

Particularly at their BUM.

The tragedy of civil war. Brother against brother, father against sons, friends appearing only through the sights of a rifle.

Sounds like a gay pride march.

I often wondered, even herding all those goats and snotty nosed kids, and harvesting the Mana, where the hell did they go? You could walk to Vladivostok and back in 40 years.

NO SMOKING

Sounds about right.

I have no comment.

And wait till your BUM feels The Force!

Gaynor can't handle more than 60 foot at a time.

The chase is better than the thrill eh.

Me I love a good flocking.