Enter The Grot

Adam, aka Courtesy Grot, is a Games Workshop employee I've become fond of. He plays Orks, but more than that... he practically is an Ork. Sure, he's small and thin (unlike an Ork), but when it comes to game time he thinks about stomping, whacking, crushing and throttling. You have to admire that in a man.

I've been trying to get a game with Adam for ages, and the time finally came about a week ago. It was a 1700 point game for which he assembled a warhost of foot-slogging Orks and a Gigantic Squiggoth named Muffin. Muffin is the biggest conversation piece in the Games Workshop store where he is displayed; a Forgeworld model that is roughly the size of a baby pig and carries a bunch of slap-happy Orks up top on a howdah. You can see a picture of it below.

I assembled my own specialized warhost, mostly featuring Shuriken Cannons (good for killing Orks). I finished painting a few new things, but there's not much I had that you haven't seen before. I did proxy my Wave Dragon as a Falcon because I forgot the real one at home. No real hassles there.

I'd like to make a few observations about the game and how it went:
- For some reason people think Orks can't hit anything when they shoot. This is utterly false. I watched Adam 5s and 6s over and over as Vypers and Falcons perished, mainly to shoota fire. The next time I play a game against Adam I will bring my Peptol Bismol with me, as my stomach can barely take the stress of being shot so often.
- A squad of Striking Scorpions ran into a mob of boyz like a wrecking ball and took down the entire squad without losing one model. I was proud of that.
- Remind me to stop fielding Storm Guardians.
- Muffin has 8 wounds. I just didn't have it in me to spend a whole bunch of time trying to whittle him down.
- A well-played, evenly-designed Ork army is a force to be reckoned with. They can shoot, they have a bit of speed, they're somewhat resilient, they rarely flee and, what's more, when you've got a model the size of a baby pig bringing up the rear it does a lot to add to the air of aggression.

It was a Take and Hold scenario and, in the end, Eldar won. But it was close.


What The Hell.

It seems Hammerblog has been misdirected or hacked or something. Sometimes when loading the page I get redirected to a Christian website of some kind.

I'll make the appropriate jokes later. For now, I'm just stunned.

Update: Figured it out. My friend was showing me http://eldarcraftworld.blogpot.com ...blogPOT, not blogSPOT. He's a dork. Check out the blogpot site, though. You'll understand immediately why I was horrified.


Me and Marty... Rematch

Marty, known to Deep Space users as Joyous Oblivion, met up with me at the Battle Bunker today for a 1500 point game of Secure and Control. He played Marines (straight up, Marty? Or a specific chapter? I couldn't tell). He was a really gracious player, we had some great laughs and he was courteous and had great sportsmanship every step of the way. It was a pleasure to play against him.

That being said, I beat him like a rented mule. Here are some pics.

After a visit to a secluded hobby store in the south keys...

...I found a can of Blood Angels Red Primer, bitches!!!



The Purple Tide was stemmed!

Paul and I got together for a 1750 point game of Take and Hold. He's a good sport, and when I won the game it was as enjoyable to him as if he'd won himself. I played his Tyranids before and it was as great a game as this one. Anyhow, pictures abound!

Paul's Tyranids are painted incredibly well. I loved looking at them.

BTW I fielded my Wave Dragon. I don't put it on the table very often; it's basically a Wave Serpent with four flamers (Str4) instead of any long-range weapons. It makes short work of hoard armies but it also has to get right into harm's way to do it. So it's a trade off. It's nice and red though, and I like red.


I played Winston on the same day I played Manchester. Winston, known as Dead on Deep Space, is the same chap who played the Slaanesh Noise Marines against me in that Strange Bedfellows game I wrote about a few days ago. We played a game of Recon together and, to be honest, I sort of knew I would be winning this game before it even started. The table was full of lots of terrain (so I was hard to shoot) and, as Recon is all about getting into the enemy deployment zone, it was no real challenge for me to tearass all my stuff across the table on turn six. Which I did. And that about covers it.

It was a darned casual game, which I liked. We chatted with each other. We chatted with other people who dropped by to watch. It was sort of like a quilting bee or something in the way that it was more social than the average game. Still, I got some neat shots; though you're probably all sick of looking at my Rangers by now, you should check them out in this wooden tower thingie.