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the roof

Where Mark does his laundry



mini's eye view of the front yard, looking toward the gate. the 'moat' and porch to the left, the green to the right, the inner gate just ahead (this opens into a long walkway with an outer gate on the end)




(The Den, minis eye view) "hey sarge, there's something under that couch!"

(Darko, there IS a warp, just the fact that the gods are not as powerful keeps him in reality, that and it is purer here)

ineptus astartes wrote:(Darko, there IS a warp, just the fact that the gods are not as powerful keeps him in reality, that and it is purer here)

New information is new.

Just the fact that the [chaos] Gods are not as powerful keeps him in reality.. wha?

Understanding is limited by contradictory statement.

he has come to life. and as such, is a living being which is harder for the gods to pull into the warp, that, coupled with the fact that he STARTED as a corporeal (in this timeframe) makes it almost impossible for the gods to drag him back/forwards

(and anyways, he is a plastic mini come to life, the laws of physics already went off and sulked in the corner two pages in)

(OOC) Oh good mischievous face \;-)

Skulltaker could stand this no longer and plunged his blade into the side of the case and began to cut through, the side of the case began to give way allowing the Daemon freedom but now he was confronted by Cockroaches. He raised his blade and began hacking his way into the insects slicing off limbs and heads and leaving little more that husks left.

ineptus astartes wrote:he has come to life. and as such, is a living being which is harder for the gods to pull into the warp, that, coupled with the fact that he STARTED as a corporeal (in this timeframe) makes it almost impossible for the gods to drag him back/forwards

(and anyways, he is a plastic mini come to life, the laws of physics already went off and sulked in the corner two pages in)

But the chaos Gods would have no interest in pulling the Daemons back into the warp which I don't believe should exist in the form we know it.

It's one thing to have your models come alive because of dodgy paint you bought off of a Chinese bloke down an alley, and a whole other to start imposing fiction upon existing reality.

"My minis are alive, egads, the Chaos Gods now exist!"

well no. that is what I say. the gods are in an alternate dimension. (and the whole thread is pretty silly anyways)

ineptus astartes wrote:well no. that is what I say. the gods are in an alternate dimension. (and the whole thread is pretty silly anyways)

Yeah, it's silly and fun, but nonetheless it needs to be approached with thought and consideration.. which many people have forgotten to do occasionally.

yeah. what I have been thinking, is that these guys have been pulled out of their timelines/dimensions, and into a world that is a lot bigger.

Marduk popped the latch on the case. The daemon had already left, but Marduk wasnt so barbaric. He climbed out and dropped onto the floor. Then his whole host dropped dwon next to him. All 250 CSM(includes havocs), 40 terminators, 40 daemons, and 50 various CSM. The host had truely takin a beating. They had lost half of their vehicles, and most of the daemons, and about 100 marines, and 25 terminators. That was detrimental for the fact that they had only recovered half of the deads gene-seed. But when the bitz box gets here they`d replenish a few numbers. But the tank was worth it. That thought brought Marduk right back to reality as he walked over to the box and cut it out, with a melta. The tank was intact other than for a few antenas broken, but those could be replaced. Marduk had Darioq come over and activate it. Marduk smiled it worked.

The Armageddon host marched in to the building. Yarrick, seeing the defendable point that the 'den' would provide, had immediately gathered his forces and set out.
"Alright. I want Heavy Weapon teams and artillery batteries stationed atop that cliff," he said as he pointed at the coffee table, "and scout teams stationed in that cave to keep a lookout." He directed them to underneath the sofa. "The rest of you, head for the gap in between the top of the cliff, and the floor. You see, in that giant table-like structure." A platoon of camo-cloaked veterans, accompanied by sentinels and with Chimera transports, headed to the sofa, while a ramp was formed to allow access to both platforms of the coffee table. "If anyone tries to take this place, give 'em hell." The men looked nervous at this; a single Sergeant was brave enough to step forwards.
"Commissar, what if the Giant or one of his canine companions enters? We won't stand a chance."
Yarrick was enraged by this lack of faith. However, he had learnt long ago to earn men's respect, not their fear.
"I will not accept cowardice in my force. But I will neither accept follishness. If a Giant enters, Ordnance and Heavy Weapon emplacements will slow him down while the rest of you run for cover." The men seemed happy with this. Yarrick was pleased.
"Good. Now bring the remote to me; it's time for some entertainment." With that, the exhausted Armageddoners cheered and went to work.

yeroc500 wrote:Then his whole host dropped dwon next to him. All 350 CSM(includes havocs), 40 terminators, 40 daemons, and 50 various CSM.

Yes, I'm sure an average person could afford that alongside all the tother hundreds of models in this game.

What does it take to have people play reasonably?

Skulltaker had grown tired of killing Roaches and had moved towards the Word Bearers who had begun exploring the surrounding area and checking out a slightly damaged Predator.

"Mortals! I require you're assistance."

...the bitz boxes are still on the cargo plane blood. refer to earler posts



(maybe they raided a GW Darko?)

But wait the bits box isnt here? I could have swore Mark had said it hadnt arrived yet. Anywyas. Oh and my bad Darko I meant 250.

IC: Marduk watched as the tank slowly moved out of the house. They came to the front yard and saw a patch of land. It was small but against a brick wall so it would be pretty easy for defence. Marduk had his host move to the wall and start setting up base. A bunch of bricks had fallen off from an earthquake a while before they arrived and they used them as the walls. The landraiders were hauling them all into a box against the brick wall. Then the rain picked up from a drizzle to a downpour. Marduk stopped all the work and had the host hunker down in the vehicles. The tank was big enough that it wasnt going to get swamped but the landraiders and rhinos would, so Marduk had them sit out the rain.

ineptus astartes wrote:(maybe they raided a GW Darko?)

Except.. they didn't.

I'll just go grab the odd three-four hundred Guardsmen hanging around and then we might be slightly-not-at-all-be-even.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

ineptus astartes wrote:(maybe they raided a GW Darko?)

Except.. they didn't.

I'll just go grab the odd three-four hundred Guardsmen hanging around and then we might be slightly-not-at-all-be-even.

OOC: I hope you're not referring to me because as of right now my force counts for less than 150 men...

Speaking of which, I'm a little confused, you're telling me that the only way out of where the Tanith are at is to go outside?

no. you could go outside (windows) or inside (doors)

and yeroc, exactly wich bit of land do you mean (and yes the yard floods in the monsoon)

The first pic of the front yard. I`m on the grass.

WARORK93 wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

ineptus astartes wrote:(maybe they raided a GW Darko?)

Except.. they didn't.

I'll just go grab the odd three-four hundred Guardsmen hanging around and then we might be slightly-not-at-all-be-even.

OOC: I hope you're not referring to me because as of right now my force counts for less than 150 men...

Speaking of which, I'm a little confused, you're telling me that the only way out of where the Tanith are at is to go outside?

Your lot, the Tanith, as well as any few other stragglers with the addition of the Armageddoners.

If we go through the doors then we'll have to blow 'em. Otherwise we can do it all sneaky-like.

well. the doors are screen doors...

this is outside the gate, another gate (If you go out there are [acuall number] 19 strays that kill ANYTHING if it is small enough outside, they hang around my door [IRL and In-Game] because I feed them.

It was raining like hell outside when Mark got out of the bed.
hearing a splashing noise from the other upstairs bathroom, Mark walked in and cautiously opened the lid.
A squad of plague marines swimming laps waved right back at him.
“figures.” He muttered, and flushed the toilet.

Walking downstairs, he passed the den, where he could hear Yarrik shouting.

Mark yelled. “Oh no you don’t! That is MY TV!” And ran in. several heavy bolters on the coffee table, began to fire, picking up the nearest item, a letter holder, Mark flung it at the panicking guardsmen.

The heavy iron object crashed into their sand bags by the time their officer was barking out orders, and plowed the weapons off of the table, smashing one to pieces.
The officer was hit by the handle of one of the letter knives scything through the air and flung off as well while papers flew everywhere. On knives lodged itself in the legs of a sentinel, and nailed it to the sofa leg. When the lascannons mounted beneath the TV began to fire. Mark slammed the door, leaving the guards to clean up the mess.

ineptus astartes wrote:well. the doors are screen doors...

Oh! Well that makes it easier now doesn't it? Will post in a few once I get an idea as to what I'm going to do...

BTW where are the Ambush Alley guys?

they are wandering around. in the living room or heading outside.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

yeroc500 wrote:Then his whole host dropped dwon next to him. All 350 CSM(includes havocs), 40 terminators, 40 daemons, and 50 various CSM.

Yes, I'm sure an average person could afford that alongside all the tother hundreds of models in this game.

What does it take to have people play reasonably?

Mark had an uncle who had amassed a massive collection of 40k due to his high-salary job, but after yet another price hike he called quits and gave all his models to Mark. Is that sensible enough?

yeah. that would be believable (Mark also has a degree in veterinary works, and did jobs on the weekends at the vet's, that is a high paying job)

Marduk sighed when the rain lightened up. He waited a few minutes more and it subsided all together. Merduk walked down the ramp of the tank and had the men continue their work. Next to the base a big land of area was being reserved for the tank and its construction. The turret was currently being brought out from inside. It looked magnifisent. Two plasma blastcannons linked together. That could drop the daemon prince Mark, but Marduk didnt want to enrage anyone, so he quickly pushed the thought away. Marduk then looked at the tank. It wasnt painted yet and had no chaos symbols or add ons yet. Marduk actually was going to keep it that way to allow the imperials the relief of having to worry about it being a mindless chaos engine.

yeroc. where are you in this pic?