Let's be honest. For many of us it all started with the humble Space Marine.
I began playing tabletop miniatures in 1998 when I was a freshman in high school. My small group of friends were already avid video gamers, role players and were assembling our first Magic the Gathering decks, but miniatures were foreign to us.
The first time I walked into the LGS and saw half a dozen tables showcasing mass warfare in the year 40k my mind was blown. I hovered around the table edges, crouching down so that I could get to eye level with the waves of Tyranid swarms, Eldar hover tanks and legions of Ultramarines with their bolters at the ready. It was a love affair that continues to this day. I was a miniatures player.
|Pretty much the coolest thing from the 90s|
In retrospect, I am somewhat surprised that I wasn't scowled at and encouraged to mind my own business. With all of my questions and curiosity, I'm sure I was making a real pest of myself. However, the community at that little hobby shop was amazing and they took the time to teach me the game and encourage my interest. Some of them even passed down old miniatures and hobby supplies, the models crusted with old paint or missing bits, so that I could hobble together my own little army. I was young and poor and those miniatures were some of my most prized possessions.
I've noticed a recent trend where gamers become annoyed if not outright belligerent if their hobby draws a crowd. I've witnessed stern glares and biting remarks that chase potential new players away and stifle any community growth. While this is a rarity, even a few bad seeds in your community can smother a hobby with staggering speed if their aren't those willing to balance the scales and welcome the curious and the interested alike.
|Sometimes you have to Power Hug it out|