Here, with the time roughly at February 1999, George stands outside the Nottingham
Headquarters of Games Workshop, a roleplaying games company, just before one
of their first open days. Ah, yes, with a burst of youthful energy, he was worried
at it being sold out, so ordered quickly... and got ticket number seven.
As well as massive
games being played, a large quantity of old stock being sold and a bar that
showed various animations from the roleplaying games world, there was an admirable
museum at the headquarters which included life-size models of characters from
the game world: like this Blood Angels Space Marine.
Many of the game designers and
artists were there as well, including Gavin Thorpe (who spoke to George, however
briefly, about Codex Inquisitors being delyaed due to the Dark Eldar) and an
artist whom, although they're name has been forgotten, will forever be remembered
as knocking up this Space Marine picture while talking to kids.
We fast forward a couple of months to Easter 1999 and find ourselves in the
Ivory Tower, a shop that specialises in collectable card games, most notably
Magic: THe Gathering, the first of such games. As ever, wherever George travels,
he tends to meet people who are almost as mad as him (note almost) and here
he plays with some of the locals of the area: St Petersburg, Florida
Another
picture from later on in the Ivory Tower, this time with George playing against
another lad called George. For the Magic buffs out there, the American George
was trying to play a Green weenie deck that relied on the 1 mana cost of creatures,
but Scottish George played an artifact from the then-new set Stronghold that
increased all prices by 1 point of mana, thus meaning the loop of the weenie
deck.
No, I don't know what it means either.
Hmm, strange, there seems to be some
sort of psychic force acting on me now, a mind gap trying to force these events
slightly out of sync with my time-stream so I can not trace them. Strange...
these out to be in the summer of 1999, and judging from little I can see, this
is Germany, but why I cannot see George or why my cheek hurts, I cannot say.
This
is the only other picture from the same timezone I can sense through the haze
of the mind-gap, and from there the furthest back I can go is October 2000.
Bizarre.... it would take a mind similarly in-tune with the Matrix to attempt
such a thing, and even then to block out so much... No-one has such power these
days, no-one. Only the Cybertronians of old...
More pictures shall follow...
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