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They were cramped in a room, walls full of soft material, cut in small box shapes.  The Raider was crammed in diagonally, it's long prow unable to fit in any sensible way, and there were random warriors just put in the empty spots around the Raider.

William was one of these warriors. He was put next to the nose of the raider, and his head wasn't upside down like most of the others, including Saxon, the squads blaster carrier who seemed to be sleeping, and amongst the darkness of the Army Case, he could see the silhuettes of his friends, casually put into the soft foam. The gaps were clearly made for bigger models, so the User put three or more warriors into each slot, sometimes they touched eachother when the case rattled, splitting paint and if very unlucky, breaking little parts which made them special.

He squinted his green painted eyes. Thankfully the user learned how to paint OSL, and he could see from the lenses on his helmet. He looked around, moving as much as he can without stripping paint of his armour.
And he saw him...

A mystery to him, the Harlequin was added to the case later on that week. He had his own little soft foam socket, and looked very comfortable in it. William tried to get his attention, but the Harlequin seemed immune to his movement. He just stared at the emptyness, perhaps at an object million miles away in his own little mind. His mask was laughing though, and this amused William the Warrior.

The Harlequin then removed something from his pocket, scraped it along the walls of the foam, and started puffing it. "Varnish stick" He said, not even looking at William.

William looked around, trying to see if anyone else was hearing what he heard. All across the case, all the other models seemed passive, just staring with their green lenses and horribly painted eyes when wyches were involved. He looked at the Harlequin again.

    "What?" He asked.

    "Varnish stick" The Harlequin replied. It's hard to find in the tablebottom, miniatures use the extra layers of varnish and make them into these. It smells horrible, but packs a punch"

    "The tablebottom?" William asked, with a puzzled look on his helmet.

    "Yeah, the tablebottom, never heard of it?"

    "Nope." William could hear feint laughter at the depths of the Army Case where he knew other Harlequins were put in.

    The Harlequin inhaled a massive amount of varnish and puffed out a tiny smoke "Well well. I guess you guys never been there after getting painted, with your shiny new codex 'n all"

    "Co....what?" William looked extremely puzzled now.

    "It's the place where we go boy. After the users have our fun, and unless we are 'His glorious emprahs space marines', we go to the tablebottom in a shoebox"

    "I don't understand" William yelled panicked. "What shoebox?! Why would the User be bored of us?"

    "See boy, all these xenos codecii are just gimmicks. The reason why everyone plays the game is the marines, we're just around for people who get bored a bit. We entertain, then get shoeboxed under the table. It's how it rolls."

    "But...I thought we would have fun." William whined, his eyes looking like a puppy under the rain.

    "You will, for a while, but eventually you'll go back with me. I was first painted lovingly seven years ago. The user loved me, played with me, but then he forgot about me. If it weren't for the new codex which you guys brought in, I'd still be in the shoebox, we all go back to the shoebox."

    "Is it that bad?"

    "Well, usually we just chat about old days, there's lots of rules lawyering going on. We can hear other people playing with their marines on the tabletop and we try to guess who's winning. It passes the time."

    "That doesn't sound so bad!" William exclaimed.

    "Then there are the other days, when the user opens the box to snap off one of our heads to put on the Space Marine bases. 'Trophy' they call it. I can still see their headless bodies when I close my eyes."

    "WHAT?!"

    "Then sometimes, the cleaning lady accidently hits our shoebox with the hoover. The first rattle, you think someone will pick you up and play again, but then you realise its just the cleaning lady. Sometimes she drops us, we get paint stripped a bit, but we get to see the outside"

    William started crying from his green lenses.

    "Hey kid, it's just the way of life. You roll dice when you become liquid metal or plastic, you roll dice when your cast is selected. You roll dice when a kid picks up the box and takes you home. Atleast you got painted, and you have a home now."

    William sniffed. "Okay" He said.

The Army Case opened. After the dayglow on their eyes passed, they saw the user picking them up one by one. As he was lifted, William looked behind and saw that the opposing army was Space Marines, and the case they were put in was cut for their vehicles and their infantry. He saw how impossible it would be to fit a raider in a nice way into that box, and how easy it was to just carry twenty models and a box around. He understood everything.

    And the user rolled the dice.