I hate the ultramarines....because they left me.
They were my very first army, i spent literally minutes tenderly gluing them together and painstakingly slopping paint over each one of them.
I saved up all my pocket money and bought Marneus Calgar. I even glued him to a massive rock, 5 times bigger than his base, which i found in the garden.
I played my first games with them, side by side, brothers in battle. They took wounds, faced casualties, and their pain was my own.
Then afterwards our cries would be triumphant as we looked down upon the bodies of our vanquished foe. We celebrated with fine cuisine and only the most elegant of wines. Then as night night came, we fell asleep in each others arms.
As time went on, we drifted apart. Snide comments and a lapse in conversation at first, and as the days came and went, the passion faded. There are words which linger on my tongue i still wish i could have said.
The fateful day came all too soon. Returning home from school i was devasatated to see my diplay shelves empty, the circular voids in the dust acting only to emphasise how we had grown apart of late.
Fighting back tears i ran to the computer, clicking frantically on the ebay home page. It took 5 attempts to enter my password as my hands trembled in shock, still refusing to believe what i already knew to be true.
As the page loaded, i saw a picture of my ultramarines. It was the picture i took when i finally completed the army. Their radiant smiles looked up at me, transposed through the computer screen, it was like i was seeing them again for the first time, when things were good....when things were perfect.
The tears ran freely now as i glanced across the webpage, reluctantly searching for the five words i dreaded, each uttered syllable striking like a nail through my broken heart:
This auction is now closed.