Cop that, lead pile.
It's been a while since Kraken and I played a game of 40k but I, Pootle, had a spare evening and threw down the gauntlet...
Jarri, I'm more jittery than a juve on flects!
It might just be our shared metabolism, Blaargh, but I feel the tension too. It's the second and final semi-final night, Hivers, and we're out in the wastes!
 
Sorry to interrupt you there, Granny Bilgeputter, and thanks for keeping the listeners entertained during that short hiatus. But we're back, live at tonight's arena for the final KnockRat quarter-final!
Back in the 1960s, if AI wanted to destroy the world, it created giant robots to stomp around.
In those days, we had standards.
Some more characters for Crisis Protocol coming up, and I seem to have picked a colour scheme with these guys.
Calm down, Blaargh - it's just the radioactive glare of dead skies. Yes, we're outside! Welcome to the ash wastes, violence fans, for a very special quarter final match in this, the KnockRat tournament.
It's been a while since we've published a 40k batrep on the blog, but Kraken and I (Pootle) are back to write up the story of a game we've just played: Nurgle Daemons taking on Orks.
I've been filling out my Brotherhood of Mutants affiliation with some larger models, who don't really fit the definition of the word...
As promised, I begin my foray into the mutants of Crisis Protocol.
I know I've made a big deal about long-lasting projects, but I started this one when the Millennium Bug was a thing...
It's time for another round of Joust A Minute!
A 3,000pt clash of Bretonnia vs Orcs & Goblins in the Old World.