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In a bit of a break from my usual routine of displaying what I've painted this week, I thought I'd give you a little look at where the magic happens.

Actual magic not portrayed.

My rough and ready paint station (which gives the rough and ready results I'm known for) is some newspaper on the kitchen table, an old christmas biscuit tin full of paints and a spice jar of water whose lid is also my palette. No expense spent, I assure you.

Next Top Model

Hello, and welcome back to The Chaos Wastes Next Top Model, with me, Ogre Tyrant Banks!

This week, we'll be hearing the pitches from six top teams, all of whom want our panel of hellish deities to pick them to create a shrine truly worth going to war with. We'll be finding out which of them makes it through to the final cut later this month, and takes home the top prize of getting their vision realised by General Kraken as he finishes the lineup for his WoC Woffboot Army!

First, let's take a moment to meet our judges, each one a bona fide daemon prince!

Representing the Blood God, Khalash the Violent!

 I AM FURY INCARNATE! SLAUGHTER IN MY NAME!

For the whimsical Lord of Subtle Changes, it's Tz'plyn the Unguessable!

I've decided at the last minute not to take part in this. Or have I?

All the way from New Jersey, new home of the Grandfather of Decay, it's Noigle Pa!

Hobba hobba hobba! Let's have a feel of yer dumplings!

And to represent the Prince of Deceit, Master of Surreptitious Pleasure, Slaanesh, we've got Symoan the Curdled!

I don't care what you say, it's not my baby. 

Without further ado, let's bring in our first team and see what they've got for us. 

Adeste Astartes

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Authorised: Inq. Kris Cringdark
Hereticus Santanicus
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Watchword: In the Mince Pieness of the Festive Season, There is Only Mulling Spice


O come all ye Space Wolves
Crimson Fists and Fire Hawks
Come ye, o come ye
To Ultramar
Bring lots of boltguns
And your power armour

We'll blow up lots of xenos
We'll blow up lots of xenos
We'll blow up lots of xenos
Because we can

Blood or Dark Angels
Iron Hands, Lamentors
Maybe the Grey Knights
Or a Deathwatch Team
Even obscure ones
Like the Viper Legion

Not the Sons of Horus
Or other filthy traitors
Don't talk about those bastards
Just blow them up

Retake morale checks
Reroll all our misses
See how we shrug off hits
With armour saves
Eye of Terror?
More like Eye of Schmerror.

But we're not overpowered
No we're not overpowered
We're so not overpowered
You're just a noob

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