Massive Orkness

Aaaand I'm off, slogging through the mobs of Massive Darkness so I can get to the good stuff before Christmas.

Dragonslayer: Black Legion vs Salamanders

Into a virtual world!

Nothing against Skype, but after what, six glorious years of Skype Night battles, maybe it's time to try a new tack? Behold, the glory of Tabletop Simulator! 

I, Kraken, will be putting an army through its paces in an attempt to see how 40K handles when both players can actually see the models without webcam pixellation.

I, Stylus, will be uploading myself into the Matrix and putting my finely-honed ZX Spectrum gaming skills to the test.

Does 01010011100100111011101 sound right?
It's Tabletop Simulator Battle Night!

Here There Be Heldrakes

Finally, my flying techno-dragon is complete!

Told you I was on a roll.

Bite The Dust: Tyranids vs Thousand Sons

The unfathomable take on the insatiable: Thousand Sons vs Tyranids!

I, Stylus, have been taking a drubbing on the fields of 40k recently. So what better to restore my winning streak than a rematch against the most brutal, anti-psyker, and generally terrifying list in my experience - bring on the hive fleet!

Hello! Hive Mouthpiece Kraken here, translating from the overriding psychic imperative on behalf of my slavering fellows. Having just finished everything in my cupboard for the Tyranids, I wanted to put the latest squads through their paces. The armoured shells of the Thousands Sons may be short on DNA, but they do make lovely nests for our larvae. So that's nice.

Never Mind The Genotype!
It's Fight Night on Skype!

Flappy Bits

Final clearance for Hive Fleet Afanc!

The Spawn Identity

I don't wanna know who I am any more!

Remember kids: perils of the Warp can happen to anyone.

Enlighten Me

Eyes to the skies, Flash - here come the birdmen!

Nothing says 41st Millennium like a beastman with a bow and arrow!

Ugh! How disgusting. A Space Wolf on the sole of my boot!

"I shall have to find a patch of grass to wipe it on! 

"Probably get shunned in the officers' Mess; sorry about the pong you fellas, trod in a Space Wolf and couldn't get rid of the WHIFF!"

Ready for Defiling Cabinet!

On the Island of Sodor, when little engines are really useful, they are rewarded with a fresh coat of paint.

And so for the star player of WoffBoot XII, how could this fat controller do any less?