Well. It was bound to happen at some point. After roughly 40 weeks of posting, I’ve finally hit that week in which, tragically, nothing hobby happened (June holiday not included). Indeed. It’s both sad and true. That menacing beast we all know as real life backed me across the bridge and said, “That’ll do, donkey. That’ll do.”
So. No WIP post yesterday because I have absolutely no work in which I’ve progressed. In fact, I’ve been doing quite well to manage the hasty posts I have these past few weeks. The shame of it. The horror.
All that’s meant to change quite soon. November is a new month with some big prospects in the pipeline. I have glimpsed a lightened burden in the weeks ahead, and by this coming weekend I expect to be stumbling forward once more in true gentlemanly fashion. I won’t be in proper stride until December, but I don’t anticipate any weeks quite like these last few either. Fingers crossed.
Today. I would like to thank you for your patience in these lamentably busy days, and offer an older, half-conceived post from a few months back to sooth the transition back to productivity.
I’ll see you Wednesday for the full, brand new report on an old(ish) confrontation as the Arrugginiti CSM run face first into Roberto Vo5’s Deathwing. I’ve been interested for some time in the Deathwing, as the regular reader will have certainly noted my fondness for all things terminator. I’ve also been quite interested in the groupthink declamation that Deathwing is not a potent force in the modern metagame (cough, cough).
Here’s a brief outline of what the Arrugginiti brought to the table, and how they deployed on the day:
Typhus: looking mean.
Daemon Prince: wings, in reserve, also mean.
Possessed: magic number, in Rhino, power weapons (result! I was feeling pretty good about these boys after seeing that one), right flank.
Terminators: six of, x2 combi-melta, Autocannon, x2pw, very angry, but in reserve.
Raptors: eight of, melta, pw. behind cover, middle edge.
Plague Marines: seven of, in Rhino. (x2).
Summoned Lesser Daemons: ten, (x2). Let’s be candid, I was making up points with models I had on hand.
Obliterators: three of, dominating fire lanes in the center.
Vindicator: to round out the edges. In all my confrontations with Roberto Vo5, the Vindicator has not even glimpsed turn two. Would today be different? In a word, no. Right flank.
And here’s a very brief outline of how the Deathwing did what the Deathwing does best:
Belial: with a cohort of Terminator, Loyalist (but potent) scum.
Chaplain: also accompanied by a cohort of Terminator reprobates.
Terminators: a-go-go, stuffed into a Land Raider.
Terminators: aplenty, in reserve.
Dreads: x2, one venerable.
Bikers: three of, melta (x2)
Attack Bike: combi melta
Land Speeder: HB
Scouts: five well-intentioned souls (x2).
The Dark Angels rolled a six to see who goes first. The Arrugginiti rolled a one. Oh, groupthink. When will we learn. See you Wednesday for a brand new old battle report.