Welcome to my strange alternative world of wargaming with toy soldiers: a game for boys from twelve years of age to one hundred and fifty and for that more intelligent sort of girl who likes boys' games and books (HG Wells, Little wars)
Tuesday, 6 October 2009
No One Expects
The Secret Diary of Inquisitor Klunkenhorn, aged 107½
Monday: Practice flashing my hand-mounted Inquisition rosette hologram projector in front of the mirror. Still worried about the hologram colour. Not convinced that pale yellow suggests sufficient gravitas. Perhaps I need a better wrist action? Try new flicking motion. Demonstrate to valet.
Downside: Have to beat him on back to cure choking fit with which he is suddenly afflicted.
Upside: Impact of back slapping on projector causes hologram colour to reset to lime-green.
Tuesday: Take tea in order Xenos Senior Common Room. Chaps on fine form. What wags. They have christened a brother Inquisitor ‘Snotfinger’. I laugh until my throat hurts.
Downside: No one will tell me name of Snotfinger.
Upside: Everybody looks at me when I leave – positive thinking training clearly working.
Wednesay: Visit cogboy and show him rosette. He has unexpected malfunction of voice-box. Cogboy assures me he can fix the problem.
Downside: He hits my hand with mallet.
Upside: Palm supercharged battery for my powersword from cogboy workbench.
Thursday: Attend annual Inquisition charity dinner dance in aid of distressed servitors.
Downside: Powersword shorts and sets my dress trousers on fire.
Upside: Pretended trouser-dropping was new dance move - think I got away with it.
Friday: Try to arrest Slaaneshi Cult. Demonstrate inquisitorial authority by flashing hologram.
Downside: New colour is shocking pink.
Upside: Slaaneshi cult make me their HR Director - pay poor but perks are interesting.
Saturday: Try to find cogboy but he is never home when I call. Slaaneshi cult insist on worshipping my rosette.
Downside: Hologram has started writhing in a strange way.
Upside: Sorority girls think it looks cute.
Sunday: Grand Lord Inquisitor Blowerhorn demands to see me in his office at his earliest convenience about an important matter.
Downside: Woken up at dawn by squad of Arbites.
Upside: My overdue promotion must have come through.
So Sno..er..Klunkenhorn
ReplyDeleteI take it the pills are not working
calm thoughts, darkened rooms...
Thank God for Prozak
ReplyDeleteThat's funny, can't wait for next weeks instalment.
ReplyDeleteI think I saw this fellow in the mirror one morning!
ReplyDeleteSlaaneshi perks are interesting, but Nurgle gets more sick days.
ReplyDeletenever any compassionate leave though :(
ReplyDeleteDear Col
ReplyDeleteFunny? It's bloody tragic.
John
Dear geek
ReplyDeleteMost of my writing is autobiographical in some way.
John
Dear Mike
ReplyDeleteWith Nurgle every day is a sick day,
John
Dear Cap'n
ReplyDeleteCompassion is for the weak, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha....nurse, the screens.
John
Oh, what joy!
ReplyDeleteThanks, John!
Hahahaha, this was great! Thanks for the humor.
ReplyDelete40k humour which is actually funny?? Thanks for a rare treat! :D
ReplyDeleteGlad people liked it.
ReplyDeleteJohn