Dungeon Bashing

Okay, Mantic, let's talk final scores.

What? There are DS heroes we haven't painted?

40K: To Punch an Alien

In the Grim Darkness of the Fortyfirst Millenium

I still buy plastic crack

Behold! Two men in their forties playing an appropriate game!

Heh, I am still in my thirties for a little while longer.

Damn you, ageless Kasfunatu!

I am Kraken; age has not wearied me, nor the years condemned. Twelve of the buggers, I think, since last I ventured into these waters. Well, not really, it's basically Age of Sigmar with guns, and I venture out into those waters all the time. But I'm allowed to celebrate a little. All these 40K models I've painted, and nary a game in all this time.

So hurrah! Break out the bolters and burn yourselves a heretic, we're back in business, boys!

Terrarium

Reptile week here, for some reason.

X-Wing: NorraRey vs Missile Spam

Having just returned from the US, I was searching for jetlag cure and an evening's entertainment. Step in Kraken and another scum list.

Think Kraken, think Scum. That's what I'm aiming for with this series of Xwing games, and I won't stop until we become synonymous.

What's That You Saih?

99% of my collection may be boxed up in storage, but a brave few models have escaped the all-encompassing bubble-wrap, like the Fellowship fleeing Khazad-dûm.

Nothing but single-figure updates for the foreseeable. So let's start with the Mistweaver Saih!

Armies On The Move

Mistakes were made.

PowerXtreme

Man and machine!

Warlord of Galahir: Soiled Goods

Our last foray into the Galahir! Save the merchant! Grab the loot! Kill the warlord! Increase productivity! Be happy!

As usual, Kraken, Leofa and Stylus (me) played over Skype. And to judge by the mission's introduction, we're not the only ones phoning it in.

X Wing - Gonk Prince vs Strike 3

It's been a while, but there was time last weekend for a little SkypeWing between myself (Kraken) and General Kas.

I've missed a good space battle; glad to be back on the mat. 

Speccy Ops

Infiltration!

Slambo II: Dried Blood

Movies these days ... you've only just seen one, and then they bring out a sequel.

ADRIAAAAAAAAAAAN!

Let's meet the Cash to this Tango.

EXT: The Old King's Astrolabe

Summertime, and the paintin' is easy

Warlord of Galahir: A Spell in the Clink

Back to jail for this lot. 

EXT: Southern Ruins

Welcome to summer, Sigmarites!

Smeltdown: Ironjawz vs Disciples of Tzeentch

The Ark of Alternatives was unfolding like a tangram flower. Complex panels of engraved and enamelled bone shifted slowly through the air as the Tzeentchian choir chanted and hummed around it. Sparks of blue and pink light snapped and crackled from piece to piece. Already, you could hardly tell it had been a box at all.

What would it become? 

"Magister!" 

The apologetic acolyte was clearly reluctant to intrude. Zonaranoz, chief Magister of the Tzeentchian Throng, waved his apologies aside - if this was important enough for the acolyte to enter during the days-long ritual, it would have to be heard. 

"The greenskins have returned, and in greater numbers!" 

Zonaranoz sighed. "Hardly startling. It is their way. Very well. Muster the guard, we shall drive them off once more."

"But Magister, our guard! They are so few, and the orcs are many!"

Zonaranoz made a complex gesture, and the three nearest candelabra in the room flared with coruscating light. The heavy brass twisted, melting and bulging into new shapes. Within moments, a trio of Flamers writhed in place, guttering fire spilling from their boneless jaws. 

"Then we must create more," Zonaranoz said, smiling. "Come hither, boy. I shall show you a new rite, your very own transformation ahead of the great Day of Change. You shall become more powerful than you ever expected! You shall behold the Vortex, and become its bearer!"

The acolyte smiled nervously, but followed. Zonaranoz felt serene. The choir could manage without him for a time, and the creation of a Mutalith was always enjoyable. 

This should be fun.

Has anyone got a light?
It's All-Skype Fight Night!

EXT: Industrial Sector

Future scenery! Just in time for Newty K.

Kairic Rolled

Due to the machinations of their arch-rival, Nurgle (i.e. an outbreak of chickenpox), these guys didn't get painted fast enough to attend WoffBoot XI.

But they have a battle coming up this week, and while they have a reputation of being expensive Marauders with a shooting option, I'm never gonna to give them up, nor let them down.