I gotta ask-what's Grumpels site?
It seems like the closer we get to the last day (nine left and counting), the more this board seems to have picked up. I suppose it goes with the old "don't know what you have 'til it's gone."
I will say I am not unsympathetic with Slappy and Glenn M's point of view (and before you think I'm a nice guy-see what an a-hole I was for no real reason to a guy at minirealms) but I don't think the way to win Thom back is by being harsh (again, I have been a complete jackhole myself so I don't have any room to stand in). We have all been frustrated by recent events. I've lashed out myself, some at FFG for their moving in with a completely different concept, some at Topkick with my vile accusations of him smelling like soup, some at Paradox for their soulless corporate handling of the whole thing (which is ironic when you think about the game's background), even comments on my blog that noone reads (and rightly so-it sucks).
I have, however, come to live with dissapointment (these are not accusations, just things I've come to terms with). We will probably never have a rubric or a unified/officiall source for future UWZ source material, I'll never have my precious 19th Silents unless I convert them myself (and they'll look like trash) we'll never know what Valpurgis' evil plot is, what the other tribes of earth were like or why the hell Mitch Hunter and Sebastian Crenshaw are having a Mexican Standoff in Rio.
That said, these things will alway be open for us to explore on our own. Maybe a year from now, some new soulless corporation will arise and we UWZ victims will whine about what they are doing with the figs, or how they have jimmied with the background and some of us will leave, never to return, but some of us who love the game and the universe will lean forward and, even if grudgingly so, part with our time and treasure to start playing anew. Until then, we have a stalwart core (mysteriously centered in New Jersey) who will keep the dream alive as a group as onesies and twosies of us will collect our figures and let them gather dust lovingly in our garages in the hopes that once again we will pull them out and wage war on tables across the world.
Until then, we at least have each other. We have been scattered to the winds like refugees before and have always seemed to gather back together through word of mouth.
So long as there are the dreamers there is the dream.
I have ranted enough for one post.