Day 1 and 2. Or maybe 3?

It's 0639 in the morning and the sleep deprivation is getting to me. When I got home yesterday from work, I finished up all the packing that I needed to do, particularly my clothes, of which most were on the clothes line, and finding most of the gadgets I wanted to take over. Naturally, as the sitation would have, I was not entirely prepared. I spent most of the night half paying attention to Tom Baker while searching the entirety of the house for my digital camera.

Boxes of unpacked things were searched over and over, back and forth I paced through Mums house, going from my room through the loungeroom to the computer room, back through the loungeroom, back to my room. I just couldn't find it. All because I didn't look up. See, my camera was in a green bag which mum had put high in the computer room. so when I looked up, and remembered that I actually had that greenbag, I gave it a search and Voila: Digital Camera and charger are now in my suitcase.

Mum had come home by that time, and we finished off watching the recorded Dr Who episodes, to which left the Doctor receiving the call from Gallefrey and having to abandon Sarah at some unexplained place in London.

That finished up at around 10:30/11pm. With having to wake up about 5:30 in the morning, that didn't leave me much time to get some sleep, but I guess that was my fault for not having found my camera days before and putting it in a place where people could nick it, because putting something in a safe place is stupid. You can never find the friggin things when you want them, because they're Safe.

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It's 0819 now and I've gotten my boarding pass and my ticket and gone through security, and had my supposedly "random selection test" and now I'm just waiting outside my gate to fly out. There's kids everywhere, so I'm a little worried. And I've given Jenny a call to say that I'm okay.

According to the girl at the counter, one or both of my Delta flights are overbooked, so when I get there I won't be in the same seat as I was meant to be on. So I may get a better seat, or I may get a worse seat. I don't think I'll get a worse seat, but that's because I thought I had ordered cattle class. I haven't always been correct about everything before today so I'll understand it when I get my Delta Tickets in LA.

That's one thing I don't want to have to deal with. The street people. I don't want to talk to them, I just want to walk past and get to my flights. It's all I want. I don't want your preachy books about self help or finding your way to God, and I definitely don't want you to stalk me to the counter where I get my tickets trying to offer me a book about Life Improvements through Crystals because it'll help some starving kids. Not interested, so get the fuck away from me.

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It's 0117 am in Australia. But it's like 0817 here in LA. The main difference is that it's still Friday here. You can call me Doc Brown, now, for I have TRAVELLED BACK IN TIME!

So the flight wasn't too shabby. A lovely lady was next to me with her daughter, and she mostly kept to herself. But the food? Well I had a Pumpkin Ravioli for one of the courses, and pancakes for breakfast this morning (with Orange Juice, Yogurt and something else that was really yummy) but at one stage they gave me a chicken roll. I Dunno what was wrong with it, but it's probably the worst single bite of anything I've ever had. I felt ill for the rest of the flight.

The worst part? I missed the garbage run, so I had to keep it on me for the better part of the flight. Sitting there and STINKING. Ugh. It was the worst part of the trip next to my neck. I planned on playing my PSP for most of the flight, but I had to stop every half hour or something because my neck just ached and I got a headache. Now, my neck is so far out I feel like a Tasmanian before their operation.

I also lost my pillow! How fucking shit is that! I put it under my feet for a minute, and when I look for it again IT WAS GONE! Bastards.

But I have two more flights to go. This was just the long run. And I definitely can't wait to get these flights over. I fucking stink.

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It's 1436 in Australia time, which makes it 1236 in Australia. I have just spent a wonderful saturday with my girlfriend and... well it has been a wonderful catch up.

I don't really need to say much more. Though I would like to say that we found Barcardi 151. The 151 is the proof. Cheesits Crepes, does Jen go red on alcohol. Brighter than a beetroot. Which in actual fact, it isn't hard to do because beetroot is pretty hard.

But you can't beet a root.

Damnit. I think I was trying to keep away from that allusion.

Brown Chicken Brown Cow

I had Kalama-Snu-Snu.

I learnt a new word, Jenny

A week and a half. A week and a fucking half. FUCK a week and a half. Not even a week and a half, I get to see her in... well actually yeah, a week and a half. Midday Saturday, East Aus time, I'll be-wait no, it'll probably be closer to 1pm. I think that's right. Whatever, it's in around that area. And I'll be turning up to Jennys place, stinky as heck because of constant flying, no shower (Unless you count wet wipes) and being stuck between what will total to about 6 people in 3 different cattle class flights doesn't help the case, and boy will I adore that shower when I get there, fresh, scalding water and then crawling into bed next to Jenny and probably passing out like a switch because it's been so many hours since I would've had a decent hours sleep, which can be absolutely horrific on the system because frankly I get rather dumb and unenthused of a morning because I am by far NOT a morning person, I repeat NOT a morning person, unless I get an excessive amount of sleep, and I'm going to need it after double digits of flights into LA plus flights to Minneapolis then into K-zoo itself, and I know that terrorists won't take my flights because there's really no point, I don't quite see someone taking over my flight just to ram it into Shakespeares Pub, because it's a nice pub and I had my first quesadilla there and they should enjoy it too because I have a wonderful story about quesadilla that actually caused me to swear in front of Jennys Grandmother, who was quite surprised at my potty mouth but she knew that I wasn't swearing at her because she heard the whole of my wonderful story about Jenny going to an Australian Themed Pub which offered Quesadilla which I hadn't heard of before that day, but it turns out it's just some stuff with cheese in the middle of a soft tortilla shell and then put into a sandwich press or something like that, I'm not actually sure how they make it but thats me making up recipes again because I'm not sure and hazarding a guess can be pretty fun, unless you're a kid making a coffee and translate being told that because there's no teaspoons you should use a tablespoon and forget to adjust for how much coffee can be taken in a tablespoon so when you gave the coffee to your parents guest they received a rather chunky drink with 5 coffee's in it and 2 sugar in one of your dads ridicuous enamel cups that are massive but have the tiniest handle that you can only put two fingers through and have to put as much pressure from your thumb onto the handle so that it doesn't tip over and spill or burn you fucking fingers since it kept heat in the cup like electricity through water, which makes me think of the game I've been playing recently, Deus Ex, which is set in a futuristic Detroit and it subtly talks about the debate between being human and being part robotic, and then the point where the robotic parts are acquired like Noserings and tattoos, but rather than go down to the corner where your mate does it for cheap, you actually go in for it and get yourself "Enhanced", and then people just argue on and on about how "oh you were beautiful before you did that" and "You got some totes sick accessories there, bro" but if it were really Detroit it would probably be a bit more menacing if they were pretending to be proper Detroitians which I've never met because the only time I've been in Detroit is when I last went to see Jenny which I didn't have to roll into bed to snooze away, though I did, and my time in Detroit was actually really quick because the airport is set on the outskirts of town and we just went in and went out and I unpacked and we chatted and stuff and I can't wait to do that again which is in A FUCKING WEEK AND A HALF HOLY CRAP A WEEK AND A HALF and I've pretty much got all the little things I want to take over there ready and put away in a corner, such as books I've been meaning to give her, and the DVD's of Outrageous Fortune which I know she would really like even though she may not understand the slang or maybe even the accent because it's really quite thick and I think there was one or two cases where I rewinded the DVD to have them repeat it, but overall it's good and Jenny is going to love it along with the Plushie Blastoise that Aaron got me, and Jenny and I are going to use him to make funny pictures like the size perspective ones and get some sort of monument and put Blastard (which is what I'm naming him) up next to it and say "This is Blastard and he is not happy with your customer service, Walmart" and if I had talent I'd get the photo of a pair of hoses going off and then photoshop the water coming out to be from the guns in Blastard's shell, and some person of Walmart will look like they're about to get drenched which could go one of two ways because you may drench a chick who would look good for a wet t-shirt competition, or you could drown a dude that looks like a chick in a tiny dress and I'm going to stop there because that may just put me off the pie that I'm having for breakfast cos I eat the breakfast of champions with a 5 tablespoon coffee and a meat pie, but actually instead of a coffee, because that tastes terrible, I have a small can of mother which I shouldn't be having because I was off the energy drinks for quite a while, and I'd place a fiver to say that right now you're thinking "So that explains the writing style" to which you're WRONG! WRONG SO EVERLOVINGLY WRONG ABOUT THE THEME OF THIS POST because I'd actually read "Rik Mayall: Bigger than Hitler, Better than Christ" recently and finished it and it was a pretty fun book but it kinda dragged along in the middle until he had his meeting with God after smacking his head in that Quad-bike accident (The Nonce - who goes biking in the fucking rain?) and there was a chapter in there where he just went on and on and on and on and on and on and just didn't stop until he felt satisfied that he had completed what he was talking about, but I'm not going to be like that when I go see Jenny because I'm not the best conversationalist but I'll be getting her laughing where I can and making her happy because that's what I aim to do, especially on a day like today which is our 21st Mensiversary which doesn't mean anything about being manly, but that's apparently the proper word for celebrating something monthly on the same date, like our mensiversary which happens on the 14th of every month which is something I accounted when I planned my flights to go see Jenny because while I'm going to be there for her Birthday on the 3rd of October, I'm also going to be there for our 22nd Mensiversary and I'm thinking of taking her out to dinner or something nice like that, I haven't thought that far ahead and I'll discuss it with Jenny because I'll still be in K-zoo, a land of wonder and excitement and I'm not sure where to go or what to do so this will be a very fun holiday for the 3-4 weeks that I'm there and I just can't wait for ANOTHER WEEK AND A FUCKING HALF! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Happy Mensiversary, Jenny

A Productive and Rewarding Weekend

Of recent weekends, this one has been rather successful.

Friday night after a long, slightly stressful day with only slightly disappointing results but optimism of weekend results for monday morn, I arrived at Kels place to enjoy some time with little Alex, the wonderful cooking skills and conversation with Tash, and gaming with a Kel in dire need of a good Scotch. Of his collection of 3, I have had 2: The 12yo and the 15yo. I can't remember which one is which, but there's a Glenmorangie and a Lefraige (Lefroy? - I know I have those spelt incorrectly). This time it was a 10yo that had the reputation of tasting like Liquid Smoke.

Yes. Yes it did. And it's probably my favourite out of the three.

On top of that, I picked up a few purchases I made a few months ago and hadn't been able to pick up. Kel had them at his place because the last chance I had to pick them up I forgot to set my alarm so I slept in until 12. So I left it too late to head over there and do the other stuff I had planned that day. But Kel had my Dystopian Wars stuff, a Dreadnought, Escorts and Destroyers.

I gotta say, the FSA Dreadnought is a lot bigger than I thought. I knew it was going to be bigger than a Battleship, but the image doesn't do it justice. I'm glad too, because the other Dreadnoughts are massive (The Kingdom of Brittania one is just FAT) and I was a little worried about having a little Structural Envy when my models got in hand. Now I'm not so worried. I have my giant Paddle-ship, and I am pleased.

But for the Lads night, we played Battletech. It's a beer and pretzels game, but with a turn out of about 11 people, it made for a bloody party map. I got stuck in the middle and figured I was screwed because I was practically surrounded by about 4/5 mechs. But they in turn were closer to other mechs, so I got in the clear pretty easily.

Saturday was wrought with organising for my trip. There's less than two weeks to go before I head and I need to make sure I have everything ready to get packed. Laptop, Camera, DVD's (Outrageous Fortune to be specific), and books that I've been meaning to send her. They've all got to get packed alongside my clothes to wear. I do have to pack warm because it's started to get cold according to Jenny, so better safe than sorry.

That was until eventually Aaron turned up, much earlier than usual, to head to D&D. D&D was a... completion of an encounter. We arrived at Scottys after picking up stuff from Pizza Hut to find Scotty and Family expecting us to be there and help them with a new water tank. We didn't know they wanted the help, and would've gladly helped if they waited, but all well.

Aaron discovered that certain enemies aren't appropriate against certain players. Particularly regenerative, weakening characters against a very lonesome Scott. I also discovered that my temporary character, Rye Po'sté the Half-Orc Rogue (I fell a little flat with the character name), doesn't have the same impact as Skarburn, the Orc Barbarian. But I have made my choice, so I will stick with it. Though I think I would've preferred to make a Warlord.

But before we all left, Scott Put forward his possible suggestion for his Birthday. His Birthday isn't until the 8th December, but he wanted to make plans for it anyway. His plan was to have a LAN party, of sorts. But rather than go to something like the Bunker, he wanted to go to just do it at his place, everyone brings over a TV/Monitor and their Xbox's, and we'd all go nuts for the day playing Coop and Multiplayer games.

The problem is that my Xbox currently is dead. It copped the Red Ring of Doom^TM and so I haven't been able to finish off Borderlands "Secret Armoury of General Knoxx" and "Claptrap's New Robot Revolution". Which frustrated me at the time, mostly because it is distantly out of the Extended Warranty that consoles received when it first came out, so if I got it fixed it would cost just about as much as getting a new console. So I've left it and focused on my PS3, and for Scottys Bday I would share with Aaron or Scott, so I wouldn't be left out.

Sunday was the first time I went out to the movies with Mum in a loooong time. I owed it to her, and I had the chance to do it so we went for it. We rocked up to Chermside and found that Harry Potter 7.2 was the only thing we really wanted to see from what was available. (Sorry Jenny, but The Help wasn't on at the time we wanted to see it)

The flick felt a little confusing, but I think that's because the last time I saw Harry Potter, it was a LOOONG time ago. So I've forgotten most of it and just came in at the end of it. So that's why I felt it was a bit of a piss poor effort by both parties.

Afterwards we had a wander and I mentioned to Mum about Scotts Bday party, and that I wanted to do some quick price hunting after the movie to see what I would be looking at to buy it. The worst deal we found was at Target, who were selling the 4gb model at AU$450. The best deal we found was at Game Traders who were selling the 250gb model at AU$380, on the condition of buying a game with it. Then Mum bought it for me, on the condition of paying her back.

Now I'd like to put this out there: I did NOT ask her to buy it for me. I may be a bit of a brat, but I only wanted to go price hunting. So I'm lucky she knows I'm good for a loan, but damn it's pleasantly unexpected. And I bought with it Deus Ex: Human Revolution, a Scifi Action RPG. I've heard nothing but good about it.

With all the time Mum and I spent watching Harry Potter, or Happy Potter as my phone continues to type, I tried to plan to go to Good Games and pick up my Models in the afternoon. Y'see, Thursday afternoon, I knocked off work at about 1pm to go to the Immigration Department and to drop a few Battleboxes off at Good Games for Sunday.

Now for some reason, I expected the Immigration Department to be more Personal than what it was. Like an open office with desks, possibly amongst cubicles, for people to sit down at and discuss things. Nope, it looks the same as the Licensing Department. You line up, grab a ticket and wait your turn.

Unfortunately, it wasn't as helpful as I hoped it would be. I don't quite understand the options for getting Jenny over here from the Website. I understand most points, but it would help me understand better if someone sat down with me and answered some questions about what we would have to do, what we could provide, that sort of thing. Unfortunately, the guy at the counter couldn't really explain much and gave me a Spouse Sponsorship Visa and recommended that I go to an Immigration Agent.

After a little bit of rant on Twitter, I got a few things explained from friends of ours who have been through similar processes. So now I've got a direction and am going to beat a path right to it's door and bust it down like the Hulk on Police Duty. I don't know why I thought of that, but the Hulk in a Police Hat sounds funny.



Anyway, I beat tracks after that towards Good Games in Spring Hill to drop my Battleboxes off for Liam to play on Sunday. Due to the afforementioned plans with Mum, I couldn't attend. But Liam was bringing some mates who were just wanting to start, so instead of having them sit down and twiddle their thumbs, I left them with my Battlebox models. I got word back from Liam saying they had the best day and the next Sunday he's going to bring a few more mates to play. I'll make an appearance and give them demos myself.

So that's been my weekend. It's been Productive and Rewarding. Bring on the week.

Gears of War 3

I'm a fan of Gears of War, a game series that has one of the most intriguing semi-apocalyptic settings I've come across (Which aren't many, but still). And the game has worked its way up to it's third game, along with a small set of novels and graphic novels.

The games show primarily the story of two Gears (Soldiers), Marcus Fenix and Dom Santiago, childhood friends fighting in the war for the Coalition of Ordered Governments (COG) against the Locust, humanoid creatures that began a genocide campaign against human life.

The Locust come in a variety of forms, from Simple drones, to Boomers, to Kantus, to Berserkers. Aptly named due to their short temper. On top of that, they have severe myopia, stronger than any Locust of it's size category, and to top it off: It's the Locust Female.

Yes. I know what you're thinking. And yes. Yes they do.

Anyway, I've been following the story as much as I can. I've picked up two of the novels which are brilliant reads, and I own at least one of the Gears of War games (pretty sure I only have #2, but I'll pick up #1 eventually). The downside is that my Xbox 360 is dead, so I can't exactly go back and reminisce about the good ol' days of Gears of war.

What else I like about the game is that it's control system hasn't changed in it's two iterations of the game and I don't think it will in the third. It's a good system and I'm glad the only changes that have been made have been to refine it.

The third game comes out on the 20th September. Three days before I head off to the US. So because my Xbox 360 has died in the arse, and I haven't bothered to get it fixed because it'll cost an arm and a leg since it's out of warranty, I also haven't bothered to pre-order the game.

Scotty, however, is a man who has a backlog of pre-ordered games that stretches past his arm, so naturally he has a pre-order of Gears of War 3. So after work, the day it comes out on the 20th, I'm going to go to Scottys place, sit down and log into my Xbox-Live account, and play the 4-player campaign with Aaron and possibly Richard. If not, it'll be Gavin, Scotts Brother.

But that's my mission. Only a few hours at a time (because we all have work in the mornings) and only a few days before I leave. So the weekend before, I'm going to pack all my clothes and all my gear for the trip to Jenny. And then that Tuesday and Wednesday afternoons/nights, I'm going to play my little heart out with Scotty and Co. Until I get kicked out of his house, of course.

Goddamn this is going to be awesome.

Gridlock

Last night we played a hilarious Monsterpocalypse game made up by rules on the spot. The new guy we have playing wanted to play a Four Player game, as there were enough of us playing that night.

So we started making up rules. Monsters only with no units, to start. We figured it would be too easy to play a game where we could just access each other. So we said we had to choose a map littered with buildings. But we also figured there was a problem with figures being able to jump over buildings and get to each other quicker than others.

Doesn't seem particularly fair. So we figured you couldn't move through buildings. They were infinitely high, and infinitely deep and you couldn't jump off or climb them.

Then I piped up with "All Buildings Have NO FLY ZONE". Which does exactly what we wanted. Choosing the map was surprisingly easy.

Earlier on we were talking about a particular map that scotty and I disliked using. He doesn't like it because people could easily disrupt his power base, and he could easily disrupt his opponents. But I remember looking at it ages ago and realised that there's no easy way to move a monster that doesn't have any skills that allow him to move around buildings across the map. So we played Killer Canals.



For those who aren't in the know: The squares with Yellow and Green borders are where you place your buildings. The dotted red and blue borders are where monsters are placed. The rest isn't important. Those are for units.

As an added silliness, we included Mega Armodax into the mix who has a ranged attack which will randomly shoot someone and shunt figures into nearby fires and buildings. we had a few reasons why he was present, my favourite was that he was strapped to an orbiting satellite and he's roaring down angrily at everyone on the map.

We also put the Privateer Press Building in the middle of the map covering 9 squares instead of 4 because the map is an odd number of sides. Since it's indestructable, and that Armodax strapped to a satellite was a bit too silly (pfft, whatever) we put Armodax on top of the building. And we can stop him from attacking next turn by attacking the PP Building. But in turn, for each building that was destroyed outside of his turn, he gained a Power Die. That was probably a bit excessive, but it was funny none the less. It added Tactics, according to Scotty.

So we had a Lord of Cthul, a Planet eater, a Guard Robot and a Shadow Sun Syndicate Ninja, being shot at by an angry Anklosaurus on a building. I think out of the large number of foundations we had, there was 1 building left not including the PP Building.

It was a good game and we may play it again.

Calamari Throne

Lately I've been really getting into my Nerdistry and working on my models. Inso much as to have mostly assembled my Behemoth, mostly re-assembled my Karchev, and begun painting my Blood Bowl team.

I even went out to get some spray paint and basing sand so that I could undercoat them. $41 later from a Games Workshop, I had these two items. Never again. $26 for a can of spray paint? I may as well go to Supercheap Auto. It's the wrong kind of spray paint, but damnit it'll be cheaper, surely. And $15 for 100g of sand? Yeah, I'm going to make these last a bloody long time, and next time I'm going to the beach.

Still, I've gotten into my models and started cleaning off flash and supergluing my fingers together in hopes to put the rest of them together. Luckily, I did! The downside? My Khador Behemoth looks goofy. He's in the proper stance that's advertised on the box, with one leg up... but I don't like that pose.

So I'm going to look for a Rock which will fit underneath the Behemoths foot. I could chase after some greenstuff, but a rock will add that little bit of stability this monstrous pewter figure will need. Probably should've thought about that when I first bought him a year ago.

Which reminds me, I do have to email PP-Frontdesk about a missing Bombard Cannon.

Alongside him is Karchev, the Terrible. Now I tried putting his legs together a long time ago, and eventually wrecked them to a poin that I just got a pair of new legs on order and now I'm using those which have glued together VERy nicely.

Then I had a look at a Plastic Battlebox that I picked up ages ago. I picked it up last year thinking "Yeah, I'll get two more Warjack kits out of it and have a Sorscha to have battlebox games with." When I opened it, I was under the presumption that I'd used one of the Warjack Kits, but I was lucky enough to have two. So I assembled a Marauder, and half assembled the Soon-To-Be Black Ivan which I have waiting for me.

I'm also going to go for a different paint scheme for my Khador. Black Ivan will be the same, and I think I'll paint Torch in the same Scheme, but the others I'm going to try and go for something like this:

Oh look, that's a MERCS Behemoth. You know what would look very similar if it got a rock under it's foot? The Khador Behemoth.

Funny that.

After all these guys, I'm going to paint up my FSA Dystopian Wars Fleet. I've got my battleboxes on hand, and my Dreadnought, Escorts and Destroyers are over at Kelvins since I slept in way too late to dash over there myself to pick them up on Saturday (damn you sleepy times and your voracious ways) so I asked him for the biggest favour of picking them up for me. Owe him a drink, that's for sure.

On Wednesday last week, I received an email asking if I wanted to have a game on Saturday. Liam, a guy I demo'd in January, was going to bring his brother and a few of his mates along. His brother knows how to play, but his mates don't and they wanted to have a demo game to learn.

Legion and Menoth? Easy done. I can borrow from Scotty and I have my own (Unpainted) Menoth Battlebox. Along with that, I have a Khador Battlebox (Naturally), a Cygnar Battlebox, a Cryx Battlebox which I bought for $20 second hand from Fastbreak, and a Trollblood Battlebox. And if I do some digging and Assembling, I can pull out a Skorne Battlebox. And I'm not sure if a Farrow Battlebox is sanctioned, but that's what I'm going to use anyway.

I really should get some generic tokens though.

Actually, that's something that kinda Irks me. Hordes Battleboxes are, as a general rule, 1 Large Warbeast, 2 of the same Light Warbeast. The Legion box is the exception because it has 4 of the same lesser warbeasts. Whereas Warmachine has 1 Large Warjack, then 2 different Light Warjacks, Khador with 2 different heavy Warjacks and Cryx have 1 Heavy and 3 lights, but 1 different from the other.

The point is that Warmachine has that little bit of diversity. More options. So while I have the official battleboxes for Hordes, I'm thinking of swapping out double figures with something of equal points, or theme. So for Skorne, change out a Cyclops Savage for a Basilisk Drake or Krea. Or even for a Cyclops Brute. Or swap out a Trollblood Impaler for a Bouncer. An argus for a Gorax. And one or two Shredders for Stingers or Harriers.

Things like that. /Ramble

Sunday day was a really good day though, and While Liams Brother and mates didn't turn up I still had a good couple of games against Liam. The game came out 2-1 in his favour. The first game was a ferocious assassination of Karchev, with Lord Carver walking around a corner with his feat active and plenty of fury. Karchev was left on 2 damage points (his movement) until a Farrow Brigand came up and tried his luck. He rolled JUST enough to destroy Karchev.

Second game was Epic Irusk versus the same Carver list. I'd all but massacred most of his unit of Brigands, and the Behemoth tore apart one Warhog in melee (WOO!), while he was slowly whittling away at my unit of Winterguard. Then he put Carver a little too far forward, due to his determination of eliminating my Winterguard, and made an easy access for my Great Bears of Gallowswood to charge him. Well, one. The other two were engaged with a Warhog (whom they promptly left very sorry).

Sadly, that didn't kill Carver. Irusk charged with 6 Focus. Not enough to kill him. Kovnik Joe charged him. Knocked him on his arse because he passed a tough roll. 3 Winterguard Figures shot into his face. Two passed Tough rolls and the Standard Bearer had to finish it off. So Win to me.

Last game we swapped factions. I used his pigs, and he used my Khador. Made up his own list, I'd help him with points, and game on. He used the old Witch and out came her Feat turn. I couldn't charge, I couldn't run, and any time I ended my movement within 14 inches of her, I stuffered a severe damage roll.

Carver, with the addition of his speed enhancing spell, walked up and attempted to kill her. She was left on about 7 health of 17 after some abysmal rolls. Then I realised I forgot to use my feat, which grants me extra damage dice. So out of curiosity, I rolled 2 dice to represent the missing damage dice from the two successful hits. The great Opposers, 6 and 1, rolled up. Exactly what I needed to destroy the Old Witch of Khador.

Then on his turn, the Old Witch did what was expected: She moved in with her twin claws, and smacked the living shit out of Carver. And when my first tough roll came up, I failed. Win: Liam.

But all though the game we talked about the next Hordes Expansion: Domination. To which comes the entire point of the post name:

Yeah, the Legion are looking a little Cthulian. But that's cool.