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>>13909496 "But how do I beat th-"
"Melta gun."
Ran the campaign out of the DH BRB, with a little modification. Decided to Roll everyone who wasn't up on the 40k lore as a guardsmen, and just had everyone pick a specialty IE; Sharpshooter etc.
Anyway, so they get to the end fight, where the fanatic army charge the camp/bastion thing. And... it went to complete shit
Me- "So you just spent three days setting up defenses and arming the camp followers... do you wanna set a picket?"
Group- "Nah."
"Right." Ten hours later the camp is raided. Everyone is caught unprepared. The three players are standing in the middle of the bastion after I told them "You lose the bastion, you lose."
Player 1-"See, I'd call the charge into the fray, but I'm just one man. And the militia is doing alright."
me-"Not even gonna go after the leader types? Just to even the odds?"
Player 1-"Nah, we're good. Let him com-"
Player 2-"Dude, loot."
Player one- "Oh yeah, We set off to find the leader type fellow. Just keep an eye out for the dude with the most bling, then kill him. Kill shot gets the lions share."
So they find him, after all he's the dude with the god-damned shield, screaming orders, next to the two guys with the vox hailers. In the middle of the chaos, he sees them, they see him and the two groups square off.
So you've got three guardsmen in a wild west stand off with A Militia-fanatic leader with a fuck-off sized handgun and a yeller-tube (Analogue megaphone) and two guys with trumpets fed through vox hailers.
It was then player three chimed in. He was a pseudo-scum commando type, and quite. New to RPG's. He pushes his chair back, stands up and says in his best John Wayne voice,
"You two boys handle the brass section, I've got the tenor. We meet back here in five" |