You gave me stunning, color PDF new release documents with photos of painted models, complete with pricing, codes and descriptions. Oooh. Ahhh. Plastic porn. I might even get a sign up sheet from you for pre-orders. You even made the form for me. Sometimes I thought you were carrying this relationship. You would send me spreadsheets going out a couple of months for new releases. I thought we were happy together. I know you were doing a lot of the work, and I just want you to know, I appreciate it. We were able to plan the future of our relationship, including special events, saving the date for big occasions. Well, at least that's how it was until a couple months ago.
Now you've gone all mysterious, Games Workshop. You don't call. You don't let me know where you are. I have to learn about what you're up to from other people. I learn about new releases from White Dwarf magazine. Yes, White Dwarf magazine! It's like finding out what your famous girlfriend is doing by reading the tabloids. You know, it just hurts. There, I've said it. That's how I feel about it.
As I've only had a relationship with you for a couple of years now, I wasn't aware that you have repeated this behavior before with past partners. Yes, I've spoken with them, and they told me about your ugly past. I have to ask, why Games Workshop? Why ruin such a good relationship by not communicating? Was it me? Did I smother you with too much ordering of product? Games Workshop, please be my partner again. I know you've fallen back into old habits, but I think we can make this work.
Love,
Black D
