Television is rather a frightening business. But I get all the relaxation I want from my collection of model soldiers.
Peter Cushing

Tuesday 15 August 2017

They came through the walls...

I DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY WERE. Don't tell to to calm down, Sir. Don't tell me that. You didn't see them. They came the throne-damned walls. They still had grave dirt clinging to them. They screeched like an unoiled hinge when they walked. They walked. Through. The. Walls. The air tore when they fired that green light and Carbody was just... not there any more. But in the centre of them was one who just looked at us. Just... looked. His eyes burned the green at the end of his whatever the hell he was carrying. They came through the walls, sir. How can we ever be safe from that?

Message begins.
this world was ours and it will be so again
commence the harvest
Message ends÷÷÷÷÷

The games club at work is going very well, and I think the next step will be A Shadow Wars: Armageddon campaign. I've put together a few kill teams using miniatures I had kicking around. First off, I dug out some old necrons and tarted them up with some weathering. It was astonishing the difference it made. 

You can see here their original state.

The other big news is of course the return of Necromunda which fits very well with my current interests in small scale skirmish and converting individual models.