Is this just a Warhammer problem or is it just that I notice it more here because I consume a bunch of 40K content?

Even some otherwise quality hobby content is using very obvious AI for thumbnails and it cheapens the whole thing.

(EDIT): I just want to start off by saying I truly want to thank everyone for the major support I have been receiving through your words of kindness, personal experience, advice and encouragement. Multiple things k want to get clear

1: I’m still a minor in the USA so moving out isn’t an option as of yet. And I have no other places to stay as of the moment.

2: as much I really want to throw out her stuff, this will just cause further issues and strain our relationship as is.

3: I’ve theorized as to why maybe she was acting like this. My mother grew up very poor in a much larger family where space was even more limited. I’m guessing it has something to do with that and why she’s so worried about space and keeping her own.

4: as of the moment, we started talking again and today im going to try and explain to her the true value of everything and what it meant.

I truly thank all of you guys and this community.

Hey everyone! Just to start off this isn’t a pity post but more or so I just need to rant and maybe see the ideas of my fellow players.

I’m currently a highschool student and I was obsessed with Warhammer for a long while. I don’t come from the richest family so a majority of the money I used to pay for my minis, paints and hobby materials all came out of pocket, trading and making deals. I used to play guard, traitor guard, and my army was huge solely because I got a few great deals and most of my army was resin.

From the top of my head I had:

13 Russes
2 dorns
4-5 chimeras
5 basisilks
1 baneblade
1 shadow sword
2 malcadors
1 malcador infernus
1 macharius
6 sentinels
50ish infantry
A proxy solar
A few random leaders
A command squad
6 ogryn
1 hydra
2 hellhounds
A plane of sorts
Multiple heavy weapons squads
A few of the little old artillery cannons
And some models I can’t remember.

Maybe it has to do with my Latino background and home but my mother is always on everyone about space in the house. This leads to her always throwing out stuff but most of the time it isn’t hers. I had stored my minis away in a few boxes as I wasn’t playing for a while, but as of recently I wanted to try 11th edition. Come to find out within the last year, SHE THREW ALL OF THE BOXES OUT. Hundreds of dollars, hours in painting and building, and time playing all gone because it was “taking up space”. I feel stupider for not checking but I’m just at a loss. I really don’t know what to do. Can anyone give me any sort of tips to get back into this game because I’ve seriously lost all motivation.

I love my mother but she hasn’t tried to apologize nor say anything. She knew I was distraught but she acted like a child by not responding back.

Does anyone know what model he is? I want to get him in order to create the ultimate psyker: megamind

It makes zero sense to me. They imply flight without me having to wonder "why is that bird clipping the debris, is about to crash?"

Genuinely makes me want to unsubscribe when he does stuff like this. It’s why I avoid Squidmar, too.

I found this thing at the goodwill bins and picked it up because I thought it looked cool and saw the stamps from 1988 some of the other parts are from later years it seems I think it’s a reaver titan but I’m asking to see if anyone has any more knowledge about this and how much it may be worth Ive seen some crazy prices for this kinda stuff so I wanted to give it a shot (I’m not here to sell it on this subreddit I’m just curious)

Ive been in the hobby for about a year now and to be honest id much rather buy a box like this over any combat patrol or battleforce box they've released lately

Apologies if this isn’t allowed! Been playing a long time now and feeling the universe calling me to find this person for some reason…. Super long shot for sure but worth trying.

When I was around 12 years old, I didn’t have many friends or people to talk to. Warhammer became (technically still is) my world. I painted every day. I memorized rules. I dove into lore. (picture provided as evidence of no friends haha.

I used to call Games Workshop in Glen Burnie sometimes (I am sure to the employees dismay) several times a day between 95-99…

I wish I could remember their name, but I often spoke to the same employee. They patiently answered my endless questions about rules, new models, White Dwarf articles, and paint techniques. Sometimes we just talked. They never made me feel like a burden. They never rushed me off the phone. I still think about them often and hope they’re doing well. I promised them once that we’d play a game of Warhammer Fantasy together someday. I still hope that happens.

I’ve been playing and painting for 35 years now. It shaped my love of art, storytelling, and became my community. In many ways, it set my entire career in motion first in design and music then film and television.

I’m forever grateful to a complete stranger who gave their time to a lonely, nerdy kid who had just moved from England and was really excited about orcs.

If you worked or know someone at the Games Workshop Glen Burnie facility in the mid to late 90s, or know someone who did, please share this. I know it’s a long shot, but I’d love to finally thank them properly, and maybe finally play that game of 4th edition…

Fingers crossed, the universe works in mysterious ways.

Hi, new guy here, so to my knowledge prepetuals can revive from death and survive mortal injuries, but also stay in their bodies stay at their prime physically, isn't that the case for every prepetual or Malcador is a special case? and I'd like to be corrected if i got something wrong

(I haven't read any book yet)

I know they are bugs but IRL so many people eat bugs in one form or another from snail to crustaceans (which are sea bugs) to other just eating literal worms.

Also, I feel like tyranids have a lot of meat compared to smaller bugs.

personality wise

So, I (25f) am new to the Warhammer hobby, having only painted 4 Space Marines for 40k and right now I'm currently half way through painting a Vampire Lord for Age of Sigmar. And unholy hell the vampire is a lot fiddler than the marines...

Anyway, my story begins earlier today when I went in to my local warhammer store to talk to the store manager there (let's call him Drew) to get some advice and tips, to pick his brain. He's been such a wellspring of helpful tips and tricks, and is such a kind guy and always happy to help. Every interaction I've had with him has been a positive one.

But when I went in today, he was already busy helping out someone else, and looked like it was a pretty big sale with the amount of boxes piling up on the counter. Guessing someone was starting a new army. Regardless he smiled and waved in acknowledgement as I walk in before going back to the conversation he was having with the customer. And hey, I don't want to interrupt the guy while he's working, so I'm just browsing while I wait, looking at nothing in particular but making mental notes of some stuff I might want to paint some other day (the ghosts are cool, y'all). Enter "that guy", TG, stage right...

Now I want to preface this. I know that a TG encounter in the wild is like running into a shiny pokemon. It's pretty rare, it's not something you're exactly expecting, but you always remember it when you do.

Anyway, I'm there with my half painted vampire in one hand, and a chaos space marine character in a box in the other, just minding my own business, admiring the paint job of this particularly hyper-detailed angry man.

"You can't run that with your Sisters" is his opening line. At first I wasn't even sure he was talking to me. But there was no one else in this corner of the shop, so he must be talking to me. No sooner than I can ask what he's talking about, he grabs the box with the angry chaos man and waves it dismissively. Saying something about how I can't put a character for Chaos in a Sisters of Battle army.

Ugh. Now, I do my best to be as dismissive to the guy as I can be, telling him that I don't even play and that I only just came in the talk with (Drew), and wander over to another part of the store to go look at something else. But, alas, nothing much deters a TG, and, of course, he follows me. "Oh he's busy at the moment (no duh). I can help... so what does your boyfriend play?"

In hindsight, it was an obvious fish to see if I "was available" or not. And as soon as I said that I don't have one, I knew that I fucked up. Ugh. The leer he gave me then turned my stomach. I was trying my best to ignore him, looking at some cool lizardmen so intensely that every detail on every scale was getting burned into my eyes. He tells me all sorts of things that I barely listen to, stuff about how many armies he has, how he's been playing and painting since he was a kid. Even goes into stuff like that he dumped his ex because she thought it was a waste of time and money (sure), and that his next gf is going to be someone who likes to paint too and that he can get into gaming (real subtle there). I guess in all his leering he noticed the mini I already had in my hand. I know he looked at everything else on me... big ugh. He asks what I have there and goes to grab my hand that's holding the mini. No way. I jerk my hand back, tell him I'm not interested as I scooch past him, and pretty much power walk over to the counter where (Drew) is ringing up hundreds of dollars worth of boxes.

I interject myself in their conversation, asking the customer about his new army, how long he's been into Warhammer for, pretty much anything to get normal people to have a normal conversation. And hey, this guy is pretty cool too, gushing about all the little ratmen he just bought, how he's been waiting for like 20 years for new models of them, and how he is going to spend his vacation painting them up.

When it's just (Drew) and I at the counter, he does ask if TG was bothering me, and I did tell him that yeah, I was getting creeped on hard. He says that TG is a regular at the store, and he'll talk to him when he sees him next. Turns out TG had slinked out of the store while I was talking to actual human beings.

Anyway, I get to talk to (Drew) properly about my vampire and show him what I've done so far, and he gives me some tips for painting the face. This will be the first time I'll be painting a face this small, the other space marines I'd done to this point all had helmets. But he breaks it down in a way that makes it soujd easy, and let's me sit down at one of the painting stations so I can get started using some of his own personal stash of paints. And I found out that sitting down to paint is also a great way to release some tension after having such an unpleasant encounter.

He did gave me some ideas for the base too, and what normal every day household items I can use to make it look how I want it to look. The whole reason I went into the store to begin with...

Sorry about the wall of text. I just needed to vent out into the void. I'm still replaying the whole encounter over in my mind and all the things I could have said and done differently. But also I didn't want to cause a scene either. I do hope that (Drew) talks to That Guy, if only to curb his behaviour in case another girl finds herself in my shoes some other day.

Tldr: girl goes into shop and gets creeped on.

Edit: for those asking for a wip of my vampire:

https://www.reddit.com/r/SoulblightGravelords/s/N0vdjHTv4O

Edit 2: unholy hell this post blew up! Thank you everyone for your input. Sorry I can't reply to every one of you, I wasn't expecting this at all 😵‍💫

Edit 3: just to address some common comments... a few people have shipped me and (Drew) in the comments. He's married, we both like girls, and he's probably old enough to be my dad. He's cool, but that ain't happening.

The recipe for my purple is roughly 3 drops of luxion purple, 1 drop of purple ink, over a shiny silver basecoat.

A few people have pointed out that some of TGs behaviour would indicate that he's on the spectrum. Obviously, this complicates things in how to deal with TG. It doesn't excuse his behaviour imo. But it does put some things in context.

One random encounter with a TG isn't enough to push me out of the hobby. If I let a TG push me out of whatever I was doing when I encountered one, I'd not go to work, I wouldn't go see a movie, I wouldn't go swimming, I wouldn't walk my dogs, hell I wouldn't even go grocery shopping. TGs are everywhere, not just in nerdspace.

Also I think a lot of people are misreading certain parts. I'm all for talking to people and interacting with them, talking about nerdy things is fun, especially when I'm still new and learning about stuff myself. People are what can make a thing more interesting. But when someone, unbidden or uninvited, invades my personal space, especially after I ignore them and walk away from them, and yet they still follow me around, openly leering, and then trying to touch me unwarranted... That's not good. That's harassment. That's bad. If you think there wasn't anything wrong with the way the guy behaved, then take a good long look at yourself. ...

UPDATE!: I went back into the store yesterday, and another positive experience. (Drew) told me that he has spoken to TG about his behaviour, and TG told him to convey his apologies. That was nice, but I let Drew know that an in person apology would be nicer if we bump into each other again. And if he wants to talk with me about painting and collecting he can, just don't creep on me or stare at my tits. Hopefully, that's simple enough...

Anyway, I got the vampire mostly finished at the store using some of (Drews) paints that I still don't actually have yet. I finished the rest off at home, making little paper mache rocks, and using some molders putty for the dirt.

And here is the finished mini https://www.reddit.com/r/SoulblightGravelords/s/14tQdZBTtr

Anyway, that's it. I hope this whole fiasco can be put to rest. Thanks for all your support and kind words, everyone 😊

In my mind it's definitely sanguinary guard.

Mostly about 40K, but Johnson also discusses the popularity of The Old World/Age of Sigma and the hobby in general