I've been declining to play Warmachine for years now. It's been so long, in fact, that the game that used to be the young upstart is now a battleworn veteran. Still, nothing had changed over the last ten years that would cause me to reevaluate my position on Warmachine - until Colin happened. Colin is 9 feet, 600 pounds of pure malice. I don't refuse Colin. Also, he offered to sell me a starter set for less than it probably cost to manufacture the thing. That's a recipe for disaster.
And that's what happens.
Colin's evil plan entered Phase Two when his unwitting accomplice, Adam of Redcap's Corner, offered me a demo game. Unfortunately, I enjoyed it. So now my stalwart refusal to try Warmachine has turned to guarded optimism.