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To Matt Cruddace's Tyranid Codex. Thank you for making me feel better and less grim that my way of playing 40k isn't the worst out there

To the other tank in Pask's squadron, first to be shaken, first to be weapon destroyed and first to explode in a fireball of promethium, cordite and high explosive. We salute you, AV14 ablative wound, maybe one day you'll become a tank ace in your own right.

Here's to you, CCS! When OSHA first released reports on the workplace hazard posed by Plasma Rifles, you were the first to snap off the armory lock! May you always be remembered, if we can ever find your dogtags in the puddles of melted goo in this ghostship of a Chimera.

Here's to you, OOP second-hand Rhino #3! You arrived at my door painted just good enough to glue on some Chaosy spikes and never touch again. Your crude paint job assures that you will be tossed to and fro on the battlefield and always travel "Coach" in whatever space I can shove your abused, undersided chassis. While the other, up-to-date rhinos are lavished with attention to detail and bits, the only attention you garner in a game are lascannons and "Haven't you replaced that thing yet?"

And a heartfelt salute to the women of Warhammer. You've chosen the path of righteous nun or hedonistic deformed pleasure vessel and I must say I admire the way you throw yourself whole-heartedly into your convictions! Perhaps someday you'll find that grenade launcher you put into storage so many years ago and blur the lines again.

To you, ork boy #42. I can't say i've ever met you in person, or ever remembered which among the hundreds of dice your attacks represented...hell, I can't say i've recalled which times i've removed you as a casualty. But without you, my army would be one ork short. And that, my friend, would be a true tragedy.

Cheers.

here's to you stiking scorpions, for you will always be a delivery unit for your exarch with claw to say hello to that hiding bassie, bait to draw a squad just inside the range of my dire avengers or simply to bog the enemy down for a turn! every time you have performed your role with honour and pride, and everytime you have barely made it past turn 2! for your brave sacrifice, i salute you!

To the standard AOBR space marine, despite the amount of time i spend painting you, you never look as good as other models that were bought through less thrifty means. As you are deployed in battle you often are simply the first to take a dirt nap, because the Marine who is actually in range holds a weapon of much more significance (flamer, melta, etc.) or is the sergent and you simply do not have the effectiveness as before mentioned models. Unfortunatly you loose effectiveness until i can get a rhino to agtually get you in range safely.

Also to the stormbolter/powerfist termies sho exist to do what they can untill the accursed single dot arives ( ) which causes me to remove you to keep around my heavy flamer toting termie or the sergent who caries a power sword and look twice as cool.

I pour a drink out to the both of you and then finish my drink, shortly later i wonder i wonder why i wasted the drinks on the ground and regret it for the rest of the night

To the weapons manufacturers, without whom none of our men would be armed with more than pointed sticks!

DeviantApostle wrote:To the weapons manufacturers, without whom none of our men would be armed with more than pointed sticks!

For the Orks, that's more than enough!

papathrax wrote:To Marbo...

May your Pokemon-esque cries of "Demo pack! I CHOOSE YOU!" continue to strike fear into the hearts of the xenos and heretic as you pop up behind them in the piece of terrain they just left.... If only they didn't show this fear by then shooting at you with everything

Consider that - STOLEN!

Mustela wrote:I propose a toast to Mad Dok Grotsnik, busily patching up the Hard Boyz who just failed 14 armor saves before A) Falling Victim to JOTWW B) Getting killed by a tide of Kroot C) Charging a tank and i. Being 2 mm out of range or ii. Missing with everything despite hitting on a 4+ with 5 attacks. May he continue to get ridiculous FNP rolls despite never seeing more than one round of CC.

mumble grumble that was dumb he dodged three jaws

This goes out to you, my nearly-always-left-in-the-box deathstrike missile.
While being an ever present threat of delivering terminal plasma death to my enemies, all you have ever done is sat behind something solid and singularly failed to launch in every battle.
Your barely contained energies of uber-destruction are irrelevant, you are nothing but a distracting bullet magnet for those who choose to fight me.
Your potential is vast, but you are an underachiever, and proud of it.

To the tyranids. They don't know they're ugly.