I've rolled 6-6 twice now, out of about 12 shots, which is pretty lucky.
The first one instantly blew up a Tervigon and all her brood, and the second... well the second was a sight to behold.
I'll give you the play. Orks are down, been getting solidly creamed all game after some ABYSMAL rolling for my Nob Bikers which i sunk all my points into.
I got 1 squad of 10 Boys (exploded Trukk, as per usual) locked in combat with 5 Immortals with a Lord toting a Warscythe. These Immortals are standing next to 6 Wraiths, not locked in combat but standing awfully close.
It's about all I have left, bar a 6-strong Mob on the right of the board, an immobilised Trukk and a weaponless Trukk.
And, of course, the big d**k player that is SAG-guy.
One of the Wraiths is poking his head above a piece of cover that is otherwise obstructing everyone else (including the in-melee Lord and my Boyz)
The SAG-Guy lines up a shot.. It's a direct hit! (the third of his for that game, yeah, he was on fire)
He rolls the result... 6-6. The template covers all 6 Wraiths, all 5 Immortals and the Lord. A Single Boy is clipped by the very edge of the template. This is the turning point, the culmination of all things Orky lining up like some Celestial god has granted me his divine blessing for this one magical moment - except not. Because I screwed up.
I rolled the result (6-6) before selecting the target (the wrong way round) so me and my opponent, who is one of my good mates, decided that it didn't count, which was my suggestion because I messed it up.
So it wasn't as incredible as it may have been, but for one brief moment SAG-guy shined bright (like a diamond)
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