Long, long ago, there was a place where nerds gathered. It was called Mary Mayo, West Commons Room, and it was there that Studio 40K convened. All were welcome, even that jackass guy who disengaged his Battlefleet Gothic fleet on turn 2 when he was the defender in a Planetary Assault. It was a good time, and perhaps its like will come again.
Delving through the detritus of my hard drive I found an ancient relic of that far flung time. I was the secretary one year, and I wrote the constitution for our little club. It has survived several hard drive crashes, two transfers to new computers, and the dissolution of our club thanks to *internet rage explosion*
Sorry, that’s a bit of a sore spot. Anyway, here’s the constitution if you care. It’s a bit long-winded.