Blood and Fear...

So its abeen a while, forgot my password haha, armies now fully assembled, a hero once presumed lost, has been found once more (pauses, allowing thrifty time to change his pants) now Fiddly said something interesting to me the other night at one of our other hobby nights the other day, that he "would not like to fight my army the day after i rolled poorly" the logic being my luck comes in waves, like the tides, this is of course, true, but not nessisarily on a daily basis. Not that ill bother reminding them of it each time they do decide to face my army, it will just be a pleasant surprise ^^.

My daemonic host stands ready to fall upon Human, Eldar and Tyranid scum, and should my army be beaten back in the material realm, it is only a matter of time before it reforms and strikes anew, daemon are immortal beings of the warp after all.



My first battle against the tyranid filth was with only melee troops, the only force i had managed to muster at the time, now i can tell many of you would now expect a epic flame fest of me ranting about how hax tyranids are, and that its undair and whatnot....



But i must stop there, for if anyones to do the flaming it would be FuZ, i dominated him, in every sense of the word,


The immortal prowess of my daemonettes tearing his genestealers to ribbons, the forbidden knowledge of my daemon prince blasting warriors and zoanthropes from existance itself, and my bloodthirster piling high the skulls for the skull throne, at its peak the skull of the hive tyrant. its true neither of us actualy won the match, each of us held our objectives, but in levels of deaths and pointloss, i OWNED FuZ, were it a standup fight, the battle would have ended just a couple turns later, FuZ final units consisting of little more than a small pack odf genestealers and a directionless confused swarm of termagaunts, while army army stood in almost its entirety.

My daemons have tasted blood, and hunger for more...

Your next Thrifty....