To My Friends at Aberrant,
First I'd like to apologize for not having written you in so long, but I hope the contents of my letter will clear up the reason for my absence. The topic of my letter came to my attention just over a year or so ago. I had just finished up another exciting round of Rezolution, with my Ronin being soundly thrashed by the Dravini. My daughter who is quickly approaching the her teenage years has really taken an interest in miniature gaming. To say that she was held in thrall by your game would be an understatement. Her eyes never once left the table, she asked question about everything; tactics, unit names, why they where painted a certain color, etc. This is a very stark contrast to Battletech, where she would watch maybe five minutes of a game and then wander off to watch Naruto. In the few hours she observed and asked questions, I was practically aglow with pride. I went to bed that night with a feeling that all was right with the world.
Later that night I awoke with a extreme pain in my abdomen. Bathed in the eerie green glow from the gas station sign across the street, I saw my daughter sitting on my bed, hands wrist deep in my abdominal cavity. "What are you doing?" I asked her, "I'm harvesting your organs" she stated matter-of-factly. "Why?" I asked, trying not to vomit blood, "Because, that is what any good Dravani Bagger does" she replied using the sweetest voice she could, while holding fistfulls of my still pulsing viscera. I had to think quickly; "But you're not emplyed by any of the Dravani run corporations". She stopped to think about it; her hands slowly loosed their hold on my precious vittles as she stopped to think. "Oh yeah, I guess you're right" she said meekly as she relinquished her grip. Hands making a horrible sucking noise as they slowly withdrew. Needless to say, someone was going to be spending a serious amount of time in the Time Out Chair .
Which now brings me to my main point. I've given this plenty of thought during my lengthy convalescence, and have come to realize that in miniature games there is little to no interest in achieving a non-violent solution. All of my minis stats involve ranged combat or close combat or other means to a violent end. What if I wanted my shootist to bake a cake for APAC? Perhaps they would be so wowed that instead of murdering them I took the time to make them a sweet dessert, we could put aside our differences and be friends. How about instead of blowing each other up, we could debate our problems. Better yet, we could schedule a series of town hall style debates; maybe a best of five. Sure it wouldn't have an impressive body count, but honestly, is that the most important thing? take for instance your new game Warlands. The tag line is "In the future the only way to get gas is with a gun!" Why guns? Why not "In the future the only way to get gas is with hugs"? Or if not hugs, maybe a handshake would do?
I appreciate you taking your time in reading this. I realize that one unfortunate indecent of organ harvesting probably won't change the miniature war game industry, it would be naive to think so. I can only hope that in the future, when you all are designing another thrilling miniature game that perhaps you might pause and reflect on this missive about non-violent solutions. Don't do it for me, do it for the children.
As always I remain
Your faithful customer,
Doc Kelley