"I've come to the conclusion, that Tau dress in a series of socks. Just one sock over another, over another." -Adam Forsyth
One of the bedrocks of my gaming hobby has always been the Tau. They are the reason I even play Warhammer 40k, and therefore the reason I play Warhammer, or Lord of the Rings. In a way the Tau 'allowed' me to play Warhammer, because once I was a gaming refugee, a Battletech player wandering listless and lost when FASA ate it's own business gun. I was unprepared to accept the more 'gothic' elements of Games Workshop's armies, but then the Tau gave me a path I could follow. With all their technology, and slick rifles, combined arms tactics. I didn't care that they were aliens, because that didn't mean anything to me yet.
The Tau just somehow made an old Battletech player feel more at home
It just feels somewhat...tough being a Tau player nowadays.There's no way around it. I love the Tau, I really do, but they are just showing their age in some of the worst ways. While everything that all the other armies get to go through sounds exciting (Except for the Necrons and Sister players out there, I know you feel the same pain) it just leaves a Tau player feeling a bit left in the dust for now.
I mean, am I the only left that has to pay for Grenades?
And my Tau have been shelfed for a long-time. The most exciting thing I do with them is a campaign with friend in Milwaukee: the KLF: Kroot Liberation front. But he is out there, and I am out here. So what could I do without that last trigger to spur my Tau along? Because now my attention is well subsumed in my mighty Imperial Guard (Which I'll put on here another time.)
So the answer came in an odd way: put them on the shelf. In a nice glass case. On display somewhere like...a game store!
So, until the day comes when I can devote the time and energy my beloved little high-tech, hooved aliens deserve, you can see them at Niagara Hobby, right near the Galleria Mall. (Look for the giant caboose)
Here's a little taste:
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I doubt anyone would even know they were aliens without this old boy around. |
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Never let anyone tell you gray is a bad color to paint |

So, the lesson, if there is one I suppose is: when you can't find something to do to enjoy an army, do something you've never done with it before.
And also, when learning to blog, start with something simple.