The sportsman award is now the snowflake sissy bitch award.
There is group gaming, basement gaming and tourney gaming. You maybe be the king turd in the basement or the group. Then, your the one player that gets off their ass to travel to the tourney. Outside of that core group. Once there the reality of tourney play slaps you like a pimp. Shock and embarrassment of a flat out prison rape, tourney play, forces you to find the reasons or define the reasons that can not be your fault for getting tabled. Its my army. It was their list. This or that is broken. That dude is fucking prick.
“Oh, little snowflakes, when did you all become grandfathers and society patriarchal, clutching your wee little nuts in horror at someone who has an opinion about something, a way of expressing themselves that’s not the mirror image of yours, you snivelling little weak-ass narcissists?”
Possible of the Origin of the SonFlake term
Fight Club 1996: “You are not special. You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same organic and decaying matter as everyone else.”
Supplies Blue stuff, green stuff, 0.99 snowflakes, old school 40k thingy
Step one; blue stuff a 40k thingy
Step two; fill blue stuff negative with green stuff
The snowflake was too fragile to try and cast. I will only make a temporary mold for the 40K thingy.
Step three; remove green stuff positive
Step four; attach green stuff thingy to 0.99 snowflake
Step five; spray white and attach ribbon
I need to search for some extra sissy ass ribbon.