So why do you play the army you do? As a kid growing up in the eighties, I played some Dungeons and Dragons, much to the chagrin of my mother. For me the story behind each game is as important as the game itself.
I started in 1989 playing eldar because I liked the pirate/alien theme. I liked them even more when they became craftworlders fighting to stay alive in a hostile universe. Every eldar lost in battle is another little bit of beauty lost from the universe. When playing, or even painting the eldar, I have a feeling that we can restore the eldar to their rightful place as Masters of the Universe. (no not He-man)
While painting, modeling, or playing Tyranids I feel as though I am part of the Great Devourer and that all life needs to be consumed to feed the ever-hungry master. I have no remorse for any lost organism, as long as the others can continue to feed.
I have started a Marine army, and stall whenever I go to paint or play them. For some reason, I feel as if I am just a grunt doing my job for the Emperor I don't really know or care about. I feel like I am back at work, putting in the hours, because that is my job- to rid the universe of alien scum to protect people I don't know or will never meet. Once again I feel like I should punch a time clock and get paid for the time as a Marine general.
I have started with some Orks as well, and can't seem to wrap my head around them. Sure their models are great, but they just seem to be bungling, inept, destructive frat brats out to blow some things up. That is fun for some time, but also doesn't seem to hold my attention.
I tried starting some Tau, but again couldn't get into their history very much.
So why do you play the army you do? I know I am not the only one to feel some connection to why they play, so let me know.