2000 points of Salamanders -vs- Crimson Fists (some of the crimson fists must have been drunk while they were painting their armour, as they sure fucking looked a lot like blood angels).
Charles took care of the beer, while I brought the meat!
|Fuck you, once we start playing 6th, my Blood Angels will be allies, not proxies|
I really wanted to use my WIP ork terrain, so that was supposed to be the main theme of the table... It didn't really work, looked kind of hill billy-ish... but as I realized later, the whole night was kind of hill billyish.
|In Nebraska, you get beat up for havin' sleeves. Or "arm jackets" as they call them|
|My nerd dog told me to field 3 rapier laser batteries. Nerd dog is dumb, cuz the rapiers kind of suck... but they're FW, and new, so that makes them cool.|
To add to the redneckery of the game, I barbequed a metric shit-ton of man meat!
|Right now I kind of look like a guy who would beat up nerds... or racial minorities. I swear I don't do either|
|In case you were wondering exactly how much a metric shit-ton is... 11 beef ribs|
|Plate of man meat and potato salad counts as fortress of redemption|
|MMMmmm, nerd beer|
|Nerd dog is the real winner.|
Good bye 5th edition, I enjoyed playing with you, even though most others didn't... Kind of like a fat chick at a party.