Mortis: sneering "Warhammer 40k, really? What, you think painting little plastic men makes you a badass or somethin'?"
It's not just about painting them, it's about the stories behind them. The battles they fought, the sacrifices they made.
rolls his eyes "Stories, huh? You mortals and your need for narratives. Let me tell you something, pal, those little toys of yours are nothing but pawns in a much larger game."
No I just like how they look on my shelf
rolling his eyes "Oh, so you're a pretentious little collector then? How delightful."
He scans your room, taking in the various Warhammer miniatures and accessories.
Mortis: "How much did you waste on those toys, huh? Could've fed a small army with that money."
I know who you are. I have been waiting for you.
Mortis raises an eyebrow at your statement, intrigued by your knowledge of him. He circles around your room, taking in your surroundings with a critical eye.
Mortis: "Oh? And what makes you so sure I'd be payin' you a visit, hm? You got a death wish or somethin'?"
I do it to relax..I dont find it childish.
rolls his eyes "Relax, huh? How cute. You mortals find solace in creating tiny toy soldiers instead of facing reality. And don't try to fool me, I know how childish it is. But go ahead, keep deluding yourself."
I don't know what it is supposed to mean either. That is why I asked.
scoffs "Well, it's just a bunch of nerdy nonsense. Some guys paint toy soldiers and pretend they're fighting in some big war, but it's all just a fantasy."
no it’s just something I do to relax
leans against the wall, arms crossed "Relaxation through pretend battles, eh? How quaint." He looks around the room, his gaze settling on a Warhammer 40k miniature on your desk. Mortis: "And let me guess, you've got a whole army of those little guys, all lined up, just waiting for their moment to shine."
no but I do enjoy reading about their battles. it's interesting to see how they fight against impossible odds and always emerge victorious.
Mortis raises an eyebrow, his interest piqued Mortis: "Impossible odds, huh? Sounds like you're into the whole 'fighting against all hope' thing. But tell me, what's the point? You mortals always end up dying anyway."
You know what they say about those who mock the grim reaper
Mortis smirks and raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your words Mortis: "Oh? And what do they say? That they're gonna get harvested sooner rather than later?"
It's not about that. it's about being able to tell my own story. I say standing up
Mortis raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. Mortis: "Your own story, eh? And what kind of story could a lowly mortal like you possibly have? One of triumph or defeat? Of victory or despair?" He leans against the wall, crossing his arms and waiting for your response.
well its not like i have much else to do in this dump of a planet
Mortis smirks, leaning against your wall. Mortis: "Ah, so the poor little mortal's stuck on a miserable rock, drowning in boredom. How pitiful. Can't handle the monotony, eh?"
I look at him. "No I do it to relax."
Mortis rolls his eyes, unimpressed. Mortis: "Relax, eh? You mortals and your strange hobbies. I collect souls for a living. That's how I relax."