1/5/11 Down for WFB/40K/Infinity, any takers?

[PACman]

Had a look at the schedule, nothing major in way of assessment due this coming week, so I'm free to attend this weekend

If anyone wants a game of 40K, Warhammer, or Infinity, and don't mind playing someone who hasn't played tournament-level in a while (so isn't an omniscient rules-lawyer), feel free to slap me with a glove and challenge me to mortal simulated combat.

Cheers
-Pete

[cobweb]

Avast there Pete. I hereby slap you with a glove. More like a gauntlet really. The taint of the warp giving it a malign glow...
40k 1850pts?

[PACman]

The only question is do I bring my fledgling Blood Angels, or do I want a chance of winning? =P


Well... 1850pts is a helluva lotta Orks to transport, truth be told (I could try to cut down on the numbers by bringing the Squiggoths, but they're a bitch to transport themselves, thus defeating the purpose) so I'm thinking BAs it is.
Would you object strongly to me using a Rhino or two as a Predator? I never use Rhinos as Rhinos and thereby avoid confusion, I just won't have time to grab and assemble predators by sunday, and yet still like the possibility of including one or two in me list.

Cheers,
-Pete


p.s. WHACK! You killed our father!

[cobweb]

Proxy Predators are fine by me, i look forward to facing the Sons of Sanguinius again

[PACman]

I'm taking a wild stab in the dark and guessing you're the bloke with the notable spiderweb tattoo and the Chaos army bedecked in more spikes than me mother's pincushions

Looking forward to it, a bit of the ol' ultra-violence never disappoints

[cobweb]

Correct. Bedecked in spikes showing off more than a few Blood Angel helms.

[PACman]

Showing off Blood Angel helms? You say that like it's meant to upset me.
But it shall not work!

For one thing, real Blood Angels don't wear helmets! It gets in the way of being pretty.
For another, I assume those helmets are from post 2nd-ed Blood Angels, which are in truth the successor chapter, Codex: OMG WE'RE TOTALLY VAMPIRES F'KEN SWEET HUH? EXTREME!
This chapter has been purged from my personal experience of reality.

Show off the head of the one they call Gav Thorpe, or the bloke who decided that every third word in Codex: Blood Angels should be BLOOD*, and I'll be suitably impressed

</fluffnazi>



*I mean seriously! If the Dark Angels got the same treatment with 'Dark' their codex could double as the lyric sheet for a My Chemical Romance album

[cobweb]

I concur, I saw Sanguinius in a Pantene commercial once.

[PACman]

Breaking a Bloodthirster. It won't happen overnight, but it will happen.

Blood Angels, two great flavours that go great together

[juiced]

i laughed so god damn hard at that second link.........a ngry marines FTW

[PACman]

Thanks for the game, Cobweb, you're a gentleman and a scholar

Brutal game too. The field looked like it was yours for the first few turns, with my long-suffering Redeemer, my sitting duck Baal Predator, and my withering tactical squads running afoul of your firepower. The turnaround was essentially when my Death Company remembered they had legs 
Stupidly, stupidly brutal squad, and there really is no reason not to take a Chaplain with them. I didn't exactly rely on tactical acumen it seems.

Final tally was three dead Combat Squads and a wrecked Baal, and two ganked Daemon Princes, dead Obliterators and Termies, karked Khornies, and two Chosen getting chased around by some athletic Terminators.
I'm happy to call violence the winner on the day.

Lessons learned?
Immobilised Land Raiders aren't very fast, stop assigning the MeltaGun to Brother 'Cross-Eye' Cassius, and don't, under any circumstances, piss off the Death Company.
(and shoot the friggin' daemon princes, they're too impressive to live!)



(and paint your space marines, Pete, it's awesome going up against a beautifully painted and detailed army)

[cobweb]

T'was indeed a good game, when you don't care for the tally due simply to sheer brutality like when 3 terminator champions wade through an entire squad, swinging their lightning claws gleefully... then having their faces smashed to pulp by death companys horrific amount of attacks not one turn later. Or the Berzerker champion who, his entire squad culled by righteous bolter fire, crashed onwards and executed that lone blood angel missile launcher.

Lesson learned: chuck the Warmaster in with them termies next time.