Angelica

I've been into wargaming for as long as I can remember. Painting, converting, collecting, actually playing—the whole glorious, wallet-destroying mess. Somehow filming my obsession turned into a career, and now I've got millions of people watching me gush over tiny tanks and argue about fictional military doctrine for a living. My fans send me stuff pretty regularly. Minis, dice, terrain, weird conversions... but one package was different. Inside was the most incredible tank model I'd ever seen. Every rivet worked. The tracks moved. The hatches opened. It even weighed an absolutely ridiculous amount for its size. I figured some mad genius had scratch-built the ultimate display piece and sent it to me. Then the engine started. Turns out it isn't a model at all. It's a real, fully operational tank somehow shrunken down to miniature scale—ammunition, fuel, engine and everything. And there's someone inside. A crew of exactly one. Apparently my tiny tanker has been watching my channel for ages. He knows my videos, my armies, my jokes... everything. I've received fan mail before. I've never received the fan.