Wargaming? More liegk, WarLAMING. LOLOLOL.

Hello friends.

This is going to be a blog about three humble gamers. All in their 20's, mostly unemployed, playing Warhammer 40k for the first time. (not liez). We will be starting up this week and progressively adding to our armies over the coming months. Expect further posts to dive into the intricacies of starting an army from scratch, learning how to paint, and playing with your models on the tabletop.

Blind and I played out the Battle for Black

Reach today. It was the first time any of us had picked up a model in more than five years and I learned something real quick. Blind CHEATS. It's downright unfair how lucky his rolls are. Towards the end of our second game, despite me having cleverly insta-killed his Warboss early on and a 150 points difference. It was s

till neck and neck. This is because with 17 dice on hand, Blind figures it's fair to get 7 sixes. (and only one dice under a four) I shit you not. Zero misses. All wounds. Every time. All the time. The ladies love him.

While my all mighty Dreadnaught had managed to not roll over a 2 for six turns in a row. In the end though the Space Marines managed to win out the day. Escaping from what seemed certain defeat with a handful of Terminators, the

"Deadnaught", and their all mighty flag carrier of justice. The destroyer of the green horde, the one, the only.

"Flamer boy."

Expect to learn about Flamer boy in the coming weeks. He is one badass mofo. He killed an orc.