Hellacious Havoc
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Have
Space Marines
1 Predator with auto cannon and heavy bolters (I have the TL Lascannon and lascannon bits if you want to trade it out)
1 OOP Captain with Bolter and powersword
16 Tactical Marines with bolters
1 Lascannon Tactical Marine
1 Heavy Bolter Marine
1 Missile launcher Marine
1 Flamer marine
1 Melta marine
4 Plastic Sniper Scouts
4 Metal sniper Scouts
3 Metal Close combat weapon Scouts
1 Metal Bolter Scout
1 Metal Heavy Bolter Scout
1 Razorback
1 AoBR Dreadnought
5 AoBR Terminators
1 Space marine with Thunder hammer and Stormshield (personal conversion looks great)
1 Black Templar Sword Brethren with Lightning Claws
1 Black Templar Sword Brethren with Power Sword and Bolt Pistol
1 Black Templar Sword Brethren with Chainsword and Bolt Pistol
3 Close Combat Space marines two with plasma pistol and chainsword one with power weapon and bolter
Space Marine Codex
And some special weapon bitz and 8 sets of Terminator Lightning Claws (thats 16 Lightning Claws in total)
Want
Space Marines will sell for $200.00 USD plus shiping (will ship internationally) OR BEST OFFER! Please if your interested PM me an offer.
Broadside and hammerhead tanks and devilfish tanks (new on the sprue will yield a better trade for you) (IF you trade me one xv88 broadside and a combination of three devilfishes or hammerheads I will trade instantly and ship promptly after a 5.00 paypal transaction for shipping).
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It is the 3rd Millennium. For more than a hundred months Games Workshop has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Nottingham. It is the foremost of wargames by the will of the neckbeards, and master of a million tabletops by the might of their inexhaustible wallets. It is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with business strategies from the early Industrial Revolution Age. It is the Carrion Lord of the wargaming scene for whom a thousand veteran players are sacrificed every day, so that it may never truly die. Yet even in its deathless state, GW continues its eternal vigilance. Mighty battleforce starter-sets cross the online-store-infested miasma of the internet, the only route between distant countries, their way lit by a draconian retail trade-agreement, the legal manifestation of the GW's will. Vast armies of lawyers give battle in GW's name on uncounted websites. Greatest amongst its soldiers are the Guardians of the IP, the Legal Team, bio-engineered super-donkey-caves. Their comrades in arms are legion: the writing team and countless untested rulebooks, the ever vigilant redshirts, and the writers of White Dwarf, to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from other games, their own incompetence, Based Chinaman - and worse. To support Games Workshop in such times is to spend untold billions. It is to support the cruelest and most dickish company imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of sales discounts and Warhammer Fantasy Battle, for so much has been dropped, never to be re-published again. Forget the promise of cheaper digital content and caring about the fanbase, for in the GW HQ there is only profit-seeking, Space Marines and Sigmarines. There is no fun amongst the hobby shops, only an eternity of raging and spending, and the laughter of former employees who left GW to join better companies. |
