So I busted my tail to get my Orks painted in ti.e to make a board for Armies on Parade this past Oct. 19, and got a fair bit done. Sadly, due to illness and other personal issues, I wasn't able to complete my display to a level that really shone. But I still wanted to go and participate anyways. I loaded up my van with miniatures and my half finished diorama, and set out on the hour-long track to the closest Games Workshop store to my locale.
I was sorely disappointed. When I arrived, the manager dismissed that I had a board I wanted to enter, even though there weren't enough entries submitted. A bit hurt at beginning rejected, and listening to the store's manager and several regulars chatting all about proper way to pronounce GIF, and swearing frequently, I decided to leave.
All of this left me thinking about how each of our experiences in gaming culture really are determined by the community we have around us. Our choices of where to play, who to play with, and what games we play are all decided by those who are visible in our local community. I was watching an episode of Voxcast with Duncan Rhodes as the guest speaker. He recounted the tale of when he was first getting int to the hobby his father took him to one of the Games Workshop stores, and he got to see different paint jobs for the first time. He looked at the metal effects on a Rhino on display, and asked the clerk how that effect was done, to which the clerk replied, "well, drybrushed obviously." He still remembers to this day how that felt and for a long time would not ask for help in his painting because of that rude comment.
As then we move into the holidays, I would compel all my fellow hobbyists to remember when you first started, and always be a warm and welcoming influence within your community, and honestly, that little bit could change the world.