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The Price of Plastic: A Warhammer Hobbyist’s Domestic Stratagem

The Domestic Heresy of the Hobbyist

In this glorious saga of domestic deception, we witness a veteran hobbyist execute the sacred Rites of Chore Appeasement with tactical precision. From vacuuming like a servitor on caffeine, to folding laundry with the diligence of a Tech-priest blessing a new boltgun, our hero knows exactly what’s at stake. Every sock folded is a silent penance for the sins of overspending on plastic soldiers and resin relics. He even dares the heretical rite of ironing, an art so rare it rivals the mysteries of STC templates. But alas, the Inquisitorial Matriarch sees through the ruse, her gaze piercing like a Vindicare’s scope. “Okay, how much did you spend on Warhammer?” she asks, and thus the heresy is laid bare for all to see—no amount of vacuuming can hide the price of a new Leviathan box.