Friday, 3 April 2020
The Ninth Gate: Morale
Nearly done with my pre-emptive look at 9th Ed. Remember, it's all completely correct until the future proves otherwise.
Today, the phase that time forgot - Morale!
Thursday, 2 April 2020
Cryptics have a Cross Word with Guardians: Death Guard vs Chaos Space Marines
The Second Law vs the Crypt Angels
Once again I arranged a 2,000 point non-Skype battle but have been denied by Force Majeure. Last time it was Storm Ciara; now it's Covid-19. Neither Kasfunatu nor I have symptoms, but we both agreed it's sensible to fight remotely given that we can.
Nurgle's diseases keep people away
Not to be beaten, it's all-Skype fight day!
Friday, 27 March 2020
Yeaah Ratfans!
Obviously, social distancing is what most of us hobby types practice anyway. But it has still increased my productivity this month.
Thursday, 26 March 2020
The Ninth Gate: Charge and Melee
Back with more misguided predictions! It's almost as though I'm stuck indoors with not enough to do. Today, let's look at the close combat phase and the phase that gets you there. Onwards!
Friday, 20 March 2020
Thursday, 19 March 2020
Monday, 16 March 2020
The Prisoner of Azkriman: Thousand Sons vs Space Wolves & Adeptus Mechanicus
Our Hunt for Ahriman narrative campaign continues. And like Rocky and Star Trek before us, we're pulling out all the stops for part IV
Conscious thought returned.
Ahriman opened his eyes. Hard light blared into them. It was cold and harsh, painful. An irregular crackling noise, half whine, half static, assaulted his ears.
He was suspended in a sphere, inlaid with a knotwork of cables, pipes and dials. Skulls stared emptily down on him from each intersection of the elaborate maze. He squinted against the hail of light and sound, trying to make sense of it. Where was he?
Conscious thought returned.
Ahriman opened his eyes. Hard light blared into them. It was cold and harsh, painful. An irregular crackling noise, half whine, half static, assaulted his ears.
He was suspended in a sphere, inlaid with a knotwork of cables, pipes and dials. Skulls stared emptily down on him from each intersection of the elaborate maze. He squinted against the hail of light and sound, trying to make sense of it. Where was he?
Thursday, 12 March 2020
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