I take it out of my army crate when no-one else is around and sniff it and whisper "gumtree warriors, come out and plaaaaaaay".


Originally Posted by Heraclitus

Out of every one hundred men, ten shouldn't even be there, eighty are just targets, nine are the real fighters, and we are lucky to have them, for they make the battle. Ah, but the one, one is a warrior, and he will bring the others back.