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05/01/11(Sun)01:47 No.14772157Now, it's getting fairly late in the game, and I've got everything where I need it. Especially if where I need it is right in the middle of a tank graveyard.
My Demolishers roll up, and finally in enough range, start hammering the Raiders, opening up one of them with an explosion that killed three of the Thousand Sons. The other Russ took the first squad of Thousand Sons to task with their battle cannon, and only left 4 of them remaining. The CCS rolled forward and started hitting plasma into the daemons, as did the foot sloggers, the autocannons, and yes indeed, the fucking lascannons.
Sure it's swatting a fly with a nuke, but if all you have is a nuke, that fly better watch the fuck out.
4 squads of daemons, 3, 2!!!
And I'm out of shooting. And I've got Daemons surrounding two immobilized chimeras, which they then glance the guns off of on one, and wreck the other. Melta vets inside? No... not anymore.
Oh and Marbo? Yeah, that fucker was still busy shaving. Or taking a poop, I don't know which, but by god it must have been important because he wasn't showing up.
His turn, and I'm starting to sweat bullets here. It's two squads of daemons, two squads of thousand sons, and one working Land Raider against an immobilized chimera of plasma vets, two Russ, Two Demolishers, my CCS, my HW teams, and two foot slogger squads.
Oh, wait, no, there go the foot sloggers, that pack of angry daemons decided they wanted to eat the guardsmen, who died faster than you can say "Bob smells like a turd stuck in a microwave."
I've got a turn to do this right, and now, finally, on the automatic arrival, Marbo graces the table with his presence. |