And to those for whom this holiday is not the drunken, kiss-me-I’m-fake-Irish, liver and mouth disease extravaganza that it is for most? Don’t worry, Ubermarianne’s got something for you too.
That’s right. Forget green beer and the goggles that go with it. Forget blazen symbols stretched tightly across the chest of leprechauns, rainbows, and pots of gold. Forget the lazy drooling that your speech will no doubt be forced into at, say, two a.m. No, loves, it’s time to be wise. Time to sit down, sign on, and man up. Warhammah styyyyle! :)
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Ah, Warhammer, gotta love it. I’ve enjoyed many a wonderful evening in a friends living room enjoying some classic Warhammer RPG enjoying a fantasy setting in which everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, sucks. The world hates you, the gods hate you, and magic is something to be feared and avoided. RUN!!
You should get online, brotha. I know a kickass guild that would snatch you up proper!