I don't have anybody in my real life to discuss wh40k with.
How a /tg/-person overcomes the lack of group around his location?
Come on, you don't know who you could be inviting over.
>new guy swaggers into the store with a bowlegged gate
>has a cowboy hat, a bandoleer with miniatures instead of bullets, and two oversized holsters with one drop pod each
>"Who-eee dawg! Fan'ly in the prawmised land a' Sackreementoe!"
>takes the army out of his bandoleer (with a chapter banner hidden in the band of his stetson) and settles down to play
>proudly goes on about his Space Marine chapter, the Lone Stars. DA successors.
>"Well par'ner, yer little green boys er chasin' after me like a hownd dawg on a pork chop. Guess we gonna have ta drive the herd back the hard way! Hawt dog!"
>exaggerately waggling his fingers, he brings them to the holsters at his hips and pulls out both drop pods, placing them securely on the table before flipping open the doors and revealing two squads of Deathwing Terminators
>"Yee-haw! That's how ye wrangle yerself some greenskins! Giddy up!"
>he's from Maine
All people who like 40k are shit though anon. Why would you want to be friends with that crap?