My current setup:
CPU: Intel Core i5-9400F (6 cores / 6 threads)
Motherboard: ASUS PRIME B360M-A
RAM: 16GB DDR4
GPU: NVIDIA GeForce RTX 5060 Ti 16GB

The combo I want to buy:
CPU: AMD Ryzen 7 5700X3D (bought in Feb 2025, still has official store warranty)
Motherboard: ASUS TUF B450-Pro Gaming (used since 2021, out of warranty)

I will be keeping my current 16GB DDR4 RAM to save money. Going for a new AM5 platform (Ryzen 5 7600, B650 board, and new DDR5 RAM) is significantly more expensive and completely out of my reach right now.

Is this $370 AM4 combo worth it in 2026, or am I overpaying for an older platform? How massive will the performance jump be compared to my old i5-9400F in modern games with my RTX 5060 Ti, and will this setup last me for another couple of years?

Lately, I've been seeing too many posts justifying elves and, consequently, our feud. I hasten to remind you! KINS! What they did to our kind in two popular settings, Warhammer Fantasy and Middle-earth.

Listen carefully. Elves love to talk about their wisdom, nobility, and eternal memory. But their memory is selective. They remember their own grievances well and are not too fond of recalling their crimes.

Elves hunting Petty-dwarves, Middle-earth

The Petty Dwarves and the Price of an Elven "Mistake"

Elves love to brag about their wisdom. But real wisdom? That starts with knowing the difference between a person and a beast.

Long before the kingdoms of Nogrod and Belegost teamed up with the Sindar, the Petty Dwarves called Beleriand home. They were outcasts, sure, but still kin to our race. They carved out lives in the caves of Amon Rûdh and the deep tunnels that would later become Nargothrond.

Then the Sindar showed up. They didn't bother to ask who these strangers were. To the Elves, anything unfamiliar looked like a threat. Because the Petty Dwarves looked different and kept to themselves, the Elves classified them as dangerous animals. And they hunted them down. Literally.

It was only after the Sindar met the great Dwarf lords of Nogrod and Belegost that the penny dropped. They realized they’d been slaughtering a speaking people. So, they stopped the hunts. But the damage was done.

The Petty Dwarves were broken, nearly wiped from the face of the earth. Mîm, the very last of them, took that burning hatred of Elves straight to his grave. The Fair Folk like to call it a "tragic misunderstanding."

But to us? A mistake doesn't stop being a slaughter just because you said "sorry."

Gotrek Starbreaker executing Caledor II, Warhammer Fantasy

The War of Vengeance: When Elven Pride Spoke Louder Than Reason

Think Elves actually learn from their mistakes? Not a chance. Look no further than Warhammer to see how that plays out.

It all started when someone raided a few of our merchant caravans. High King Gotrek Starbreaker didn't immediately reach for his axe. He did the smart thing and sent envoys to Caledor II, King of the High Elves, looking to sort things out quietly and get some fair compensation.

That was a massive mistake. Instead of diplomacy, Caledor did the one thing a Dwarf can never forgive. He ordered his guards to pin our ambassadors to the floor and violently shave the beards off their faces. For a Dwarf, your beard is your name, your honor, and your link to your ancestors. Sending an ambassador home hairless isn't just a slap in the face. It’s a ritual humiliation of our entire race. It was a declaration of total, genocidal war.

And just like that, the War of Vengeance kicked off. Centuries of bloodshed followed, wiping out entire generations. A friendship built over ages was torn to shreds, leaving both kingdoms completely broken. That’s the price of Elven pride: millions of corpses and cities ground into dust.

The grim, final reality of this slaughter was settled in the mud. High King Gotrek Starbreaker faced Caledor II in single combat. There was no elegance to it. Gotrek simply broke the Elf ripped the Phoenix Crown off the bloody corpse. He just took what was owed by right and walked away, leaving behind a ruined world and mountains of bone.

That’s exactly why our old Longbeards still beat this lesson into the youth: sure, not every Elf is a monster. But never trust them just like that, they must earn trust by their actions, not by words.