Liebster Awards!

I just found out a few days ago I was given a Liebster Award. I really want to thank Green Stuff Industries for listing me as a recipient and recommending my blog to others in the community. 

We have had a meager 6k hits in the year and a half that I have been writing. Though I can't believe it is that many.

So here's the deal with the Liebster Awards.

1. Copy and paste the award on your blog linking it to the blogger who has given it you.
2. Pass the award to your top 5 blogs with less than 200 followers by leaving a comment on one of their posts to notify them that they have won the award and listing them on your own blog.
3. Sit back and bask in the warm fuzzy feeling that comes with knowing you have made someone's day!
4. There is no obligation to pass this onto someone else but it is nice if you take the time to do so.

Ok, the 5 blogs under 200 followers is:

1. Berks gaming Club

2. Turn-8 podcast (they may have more than 200, but not according to the forums)

3. Green Stuff Industries

4. There is only war

5. Rusty Robot

Now for the questions:

 

1. Why did you start blogging? I started to write mostly because I thought no was listening, and I had stuff to           say. 

2. If you could change one thing about the wargaming hobby, what would it be? I would love to make it more approachable and understandable to people outside of the community

3. What is best in life? Children, from their complete innocence to their lack of oral filters

4. Do you want to live forever? No, I would like to live long enough to see my boys find the happiness in their lives, then die quietly in my sleep

5. Fame or fortune? Fortune, I don't need people watching in my windows to see what I am wearing today

6.What miniature are you most proud you have painted? That's easy.... All of them.

7. How do you deal with burn out? Play games and write army lists. Aside from that, I take short breaks when needed

8. Why is a raven like a writing desk? I dunno

9. Star Wars or Star Trek? Star Wars, all the way. I just don't get Star Trek.

10.If you could only buy from one miniature company from now on, who would it be? I would have to say GW but there are so many beautiful models out there. I would hate to ever make that decision.

11. Favorite Take out? It would have to be pizza. 

Thanks again to Green Stuff Industries. It means a lot to me that I made your list. Good luck to you.

Catching the scent

        Among the sensors, dials and readouts on the instrument panel, nothing ever changes. Jovald sits and waits for something, anything to happen. What wonderful pride he had when he was selected to be part of the crew of the Valdr Kappi. His life before being recruited was hard. He was a mortal born on a super human world. His family were miners. His father and his father before him and his father before him were all miners. He could not live and work below the mountains of Fenris. He needed to be with the stars. He wanted to be a Space Wolf. Unfortunately, he was not much of a fighter, let alone, not athletic in the least. So when the opportunity to be part of the Space Wolf's imperial navy, he jumped at the chance. So now here Jovald sits. Ten hour shifts of waiting for something to happen wears thin on the exultation he had when he first signed up. "Something is happening, " he says to himself as three Astares open the door to the bridge and confront the captain. Though the Valdr Kappi is part of Ragnar Blackmane's entourage, there is never space marines on this ship. This is a sensor ship. There isn't even enough guns on this ship to defend against a single ork boy.
      Jovald can't remember the last time he had even seen one the defenders of Fenris. Now, there were three, only five feet from where he sat. There is no need to eavesdrop. The gray armored warriors are clearly upset over the recent events. Suddenly, one of the Space Wolves, Ormgar claps the leader of the group and points in the direction of Jovald. Jovald quickly turns back to his screen and notices an unusual blip on his screen.
    "What is that?" Ormgar asks the mortal.
    "It's a signal from Avignor. It looks like a f-f-fortress has been opened." Jovald stammers.
    "Captain, we need to go there." says the hairiest and eldest of the three.
    " Only the Lord can tell me where to go," barks the captain at the 8 foot tall super soldier.
     Romund looks down at the captain of the ship like a father looks down at a three year who just talked back to them, "I am trying to save your position, Captain! Blackmane will want to go there. He closed that door himself!"
       The captain, with a stark look on his face, orders plainly. " Contact Wolf Lord Blackmane. Plot our  course to Avignor. And get the Admiral on the vox."