"Annual leadpile twenty Thegns, annual painting nineteen Thegns, nineteen Ceorls and a Gebur, result: stagnation.
Annual leadpile twenty Thegns, annual painting twenty Thegns, nought and a Gebur, result: progress."
I haven't been posting much over December, because instead of taking one unit at a time, I tried to complete my entire Beastmen army all at the same time.
Colossus is out of control, and the heroes must work together to stop him!
Another MCP tournament, and this time, I'm part of a team.
(although not, as will be seen, the best part)
Is it, Jarri? Is it time yet?
It certainly is, Blaargh - Juves and droogs, hold on to your wild snake and shoot those stubbers in the air, let's hear a big Underhive welcome to the first Necromunda Knockout Grand Final. Have we got a battle for you tonight! Let's meet the teams!
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.