I don't know if they no longer wish to be in my games, but I do know they talk and complain about me.
This one thinks I should lose a few pounds, that one complains what a lousy paint job I did on a few of them and never gave them the really neat colors that I was going to
"Look at that! He just glued a color onto Old Leutnant Beitz' hand after carving off his sword! And Look, our Drummer, Bloez, when his ankles gave out he just bored in a mandrel and put him back together with a steel wire."
Drummer Bloez objects! Well, I've always had weak ankles since I came out of the mould, and it's a lot better than if he just tossed me out or replaced me with a new figure! I'd miss you guys terribly, and I'd be languishing on the side of the painting table for years! Look at those poor sods there now, the Catoblepas from an old go at D&D and the left over plasic WWII Russians who kept falling off their bases!" (Muffled cries of DA! DA! Vhut about uskis!"
His foes take it up "Well OK, but I'm SURE he could touch up a few of his mistakes! It wouldn't kill him you know!"
Another bunch pipes up. "Hey quitcherbytchin over there! You don't know how lucky you have it! We were taken to a convention the other day and we were talking with some of the other guys figures during a melle, and they were telling us a few real horror stories about their general's wife who hates them, and the whole hobby. At least our owners wife thinks we're cute!"
Another guy from the same regiment chimes in.."Yeah, that other guy's wife was a real terror. She tosses us around when we're in the box and drops stuff on us, and what she says about us would curdle the ears of a sailor! When I told him he has us on shelves out in the open!… he was really jealous."
Another figure comes in and says "And that's not the worst! I heard from another unit from another guy that they were the last survivors! The guy got divorced and his ex-wife threw all of them into big kitchen bags not caring about breaking arms, rifles, bayonets, pikes, and SOLD them at a flea-market for $5 USD a bag! There were thousands of them! Like the Buffalo of the plains they were slaughtered down to a few!"
"What's a Buffalo" one askes. The other replied "Oh yeah I forgot our guy doesn't do Wild Western stuff. Think of a huge, fat hairy horse with horns on it's head."
I know this you know…. I have spies and they tell me. The miniatures ships rat on them all the time!
