What the Hell Are You?

So yeah, these AvP minis.

When Doves Cry: Crypt Angels vs Dark Angels

Keep your grouping tight

It's All-Skype Fight Night

40K is definitely flavour of the month right now. Here's a third battle report, fought in nearly as many days, and it's one for the power armour fans out there. Marine on marine action, hot hot hot!

Deep Cleanse: Space Marines vs Chaos

We remain in the 41st millennium for our next battle report: the humble Space Marines take on a mixed bag of Chaos!

Gee, that's a lot of Smite!

It's an all-Skype Fight Night!

I, Stylus, am back in the 40k saddle. This time, borrowing from Kasfunatu's considerable collection to put a 1000pt Adeptus Astartes force against a mixed bag of Chaos Marine and Daemons. Death to the heretic!

Short Controlled Bursts: Space Marines vs Genestealer Cults

She doesn't have bad dreams because she's just a piece of plastic. 

They mostly come at Skype Night.
Mostly. 

Future firefight time, and it's a notable occasion - Stylus's first game of 40K!

I am ready, man.  I am the ultimate badass.

X-Wing: Bombing Run

Back almost instantly with a second outing for the new bomber!

X-Wing: Twofer

Cancellations! Of normal social events, anyway. Which meant Kas and I squeezed an extra game of X-wing into our week. 

With a very delayed write up!

And then, some weeks later, a second outing, replete with the new Wave 11 ships.

New toys!

Two reports for the price of one, then!

Electric Duel-a-Ghoul: Flesh-Eater Courts vs Disciples of Tzeentch

Sir Loin ate heartily from his venison stew, scooping the generous cuts of meat from their thick, warm gravy before sinking his teeth into the trencher with a satisfying crunch.

"Lord Gnaw," he acknowledged the king's emissary and proffered him a goblet of ruby-dark wine. "I hear of dark rumblings upon our northern frontier."

"Indeed," the courtier took the offering and drank deep. Lord Gnaw was a vast man, almost bent under the great weight of his shoulders, with his leathery cloak wrapped about him like wings. "The followers of the false gods are attempting to blot out the sky with their magics."

"Barbarians," Sir Loin opined, picking through his platter of sweetbreads and choosing the freshest pancreas.

"The King wishes us to ride forth without delay. There is no time to summon the yeomanry; take only your knights."

Sir Loin rose from his meal. "I have a dozen of my finest warriors at hand. Let us fetch them from their supper table and thence to battle. The quest will sharpen their appetite."

A quest for the cannibal knight?
It's All-Skype Fight Night!