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Well whaddaya know, I am stupid!

Also, what do you guys think I should do?

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...And "the lag" strikes again...

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Well this post is pointless.

I assume you're reading my last post ATM. *waits*

Hmm.

Well considering CSM are (IMO) gak with the current codex...even though I own a billion points of Death guard.

And..considering I'm not a fan of SM...

GO! Guard!!


*********Now! Back to the Zombie Action....****

Then Shadow pulled out his boltgun and purged some heretics.

Wait, huh? You wot? Uh-oh. Nevermind that then.

FITZZ wrote:Well considering CSM are (IMO) gak with the current codex...even though I own a billion points of Death guard.

I think CSM can still throw down in 5th. Especially in the lil' part of my friend group that actually plays 40k. I mean, there's me, with mah spehss mahreens, then there's my mate with orks + necrons, then there's my other mate with spehss mahreens, then there's my other mate with spehss mahreens. Very MEQ packed. It is sad

Now, while we wait for Silver (or rather The Great Unclean One and Halonachos):

Reasons for Guard:
Look awesome
Non-MEQ
TANKS
Painting

Reasons for Chaos marines:
Look awesome
MEQ
Psychic shitstorm you can rape your enemies with
Painting
Cheaper and quicker to get a fairly high-point force
They're space marines but they're evil which makes everyone smile inside
Close combat
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Oh snap.


EDIT: Either way, I'm gonna build up one and save up for the other at the same time

Also, I've got the best grasp of the rules out of all my friends. Heck, I'm the only one with a rulebook. Well, two actually .
Guard and Chaos have very different playstyles; guard (or atleast my ones) would be a straight gunline, with plenty of strong, long range weapons, and short ranged, flashlights. Orders galore. Lots of meatshields to absorb assaults. Chaos, would just be (for the most part) happy when it comes down to brutal assaults and short-ranged firefights (generally followed by the former!). My current space marines.. meh.. just boring for me ATM. Got bored of painting them.. Got bored of playing them...

When I said I'd build up each army, that'd be to about 1000pts then start up the other one - "build up" means collect and paint fully, in this case.

Reasons for Guard:
Look awesome
Non-MEQ
TANKS
Painting

These are my basic reasons for wanting to start a Guard army as well,however,I really want to do a Praetorian Guard army...so it's going to be costly if I do so.

As far as CSM,yes they still hold their own very nicely game wise,and are great for all the reasons you listed.

My primary gripe with the current CSM codex is it's loss of "Flavor" that 3.0 and 3.5 had,I miss "pure" Legion armies...but that's just my opinion.

..umm Tombstone said to Shadow showing him his massive Death Guard army...

Indeed, I vote guard, also I have voted, but have just been waiting for the event to be posted. ^^

I just don't know which to go with

But I'd like to get something together BEFORE next weekend

Also, what's the appeal of Death Guard? Apart from them being pretty wtfawesome on the tabletop and looking 'somesauce when painted and possibly converted really well.

Personally, I'm more of a Khorne and Tzeentch guy myself. What the hell does that even mean? Anyway, I could probably paint the Guard easier.. but could get the chaos together easier.. tough choice.. and whatever I do get, I'll be stuck once I've started investing. And I just know if I make a poll of this guard will win by a slandslide because of all of those guard players and MEQ haters.

Honestly, there's nothing wrong with MEQ armies. Just the number of them.

Or, you could just do chaos guard...

ghosty wrote:Or, you could just do chaos guard...

No.

Best of both worlds. Plus they're fun to convert

ghosty wrote:Best of both worlds. Plus they're fun to convert

They already were so why would you convert them twice.

Plus aren't chaos guard the same as cultists?

Nah, they have flak armour! Cultists wear dresses, see? Attention to detail! And blatently obvious things, too..

Who still has to send a pm silver?

Halon? Doubt it, he's posted here. GU1 is probably the "culprit"

Or maybe Silver's doing it now? oO

Hey, 159 posts as of now and I'll have the same number of posts as Ghosty! Woo random facts!

OOC: GUO and Hallon would be the only two involved in this event that would still need to send their PMs to Silver.

And if I'm correct GUO stated he sent his already.

Halonachos..PM sent to Silver???

Indeed, I've already sent mine. ^^

Then we're waiting on Silver. I'm assuming that Halonachos has PM'd him already.

Indeed, I hope this event turns out to be kick ass....I love kick ass scenes.....

Damn, im already racing LLF to 2000 posts, im not gonna have to race you too am i?

Players involved in Event + PM sent to Silver.

Patrick (Karon) - Sent PM
Tombstone/ Daisy (Fitzz) -Sent Pm
Tom/Kiera (ghosty) -Sent PM
Shadow (Darkvoidof40k) -Sent Pm
Halon (halonachos) -?
Jennifer/Ashton (FM Ninja 048) _Sent PM
Bonzo (Great Unclean One)-Sent PM

Correct??

This does look correct, come on Halon!

He sent me a PM, it is just me being ambushed by the wife that is slowing me down

However, I am going to write things up now.

Holy butt plug!

will it be good?

OOC: Apologizes for any dispersions cast upon your PMing abilities Halon...

@ Silver..WOOHOO!!..ahem,I mean..cool.

....Holy Butt plug???....

Haha, I'm just organising the replies into a quick check look up table and I'm laughing my ass off

I hope the write up for the event is truly as fun as the answers were

EVENT CONCLUSION!

"Let me go Mother Fether" Patrick yelled.

Tombstone moved closer to the door, where Halon and Bonzo stood watching the events unfold. The rest of the group had paused in various positions between the cars and the house, standing warily watching Ashton grappling Patrick, getting gradually wetter as the rain continued to pour from the sky.

“What the feth do you think you are doing?” came a voice from inside the truck. Tom staggered from the cab, his face pale from the exertion and the strain of fighting off the infection, his pallor not enhanced at all by the dim light of headlamps reflected from the boundary fence.

Ashton turned at this and spoke again “And there’s another one who we shouldn’t let inside: He’s clearly infected – we can’t risk bringing him in with us.” Bonzo and Kiera started to move towards Ashton before Halon’s voice cut through the rain.

“What the hell Ashton? He needs our help, not to be left to die.” Bonzo nodded at this, shifting his grip on his chainsaws, juggling them slowly, almost contemplatively whilst glaring at Ashton.

Tombstone stepped away from where he had been standing by the porch, his guns drawn. “I don’t care either way about Tom, he’s already dead either way – we leave him to die now, or we kill him when he turns.” He glared round the group before turning his attention to Patrick. “But I sure as FETH am not letting that psycho in here.” He took a couple of steps up towards Patrick and raised one of his guns to point at Patrick’s face. “You killed Strawberry, blew up a chopper that could have carried us out of here, and are the reason Ashton’s arm’s all busted up. You don’t deserve to live.”

Tombstone flicked off the safety.

There was a soft “click” in the semi-darkness, just heard over the sound of the rain.

Tom was leaning against the truck with a gun aimed towards Tombstone. The barrel slowly weaved in the air as Tom struggled to hold it on target with fingers which were almost completely numb. He fought against nausea as he tried to focus his vision. “You. Are not. Going. To kill. That. Man.” He said through gritted teeth. “Soon there aren’t going to be enough of us left to fight like this. We have to keep it together.”

The nausea overcame him and he retched, spewing vile black fluid down his shirt and dropping his aim. Before anyone could realise it, Tombstone had crossed the distance between them and grabbed the gun from Tom’s hand, kneeing him in the stomach as he did so. “Nobody points a gun at me.” Growled Tombstone over the slumped figure of Tom.

The sound of a rapidly revving engine made him turn as Bonzo charged across the front yard, his chainsaws slashing through the air as he came. The enraged clown seemed be to screaming and laughing at the same time as he leapt at Tombstone, who desperately tried to roll out of the way of the roaring blades.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Patrick savagely elbowed Ashton in the stomach before turning and punching his shattered arm. For the second time in 24 hours Ashton screamed before blacking out. Free of his captor, Patrick laughed and dove towards the pile of his things on the back seat of the truck, trying to find a gap in the dance between the grinning and screaming whirlwind of Bonzo, and the ducking and dodging form of Tombstone.

Seeing this Shadow and Halon raised their guns and aimed them at Patrick, shouting for him to stop. Jennifer ran to Ashton’s limp form, checking him for signs of life. Kiera rushed past and grabbed hold of Daisy, dragging her down behind the scant cover afforded by Shadow’s car.

Halon was split by indecision, he sure as hell didn’t want Patrick to blow them all sky high as he was sure that he would, but he was reluctant to open fire on the men in front of him, despite his rather low opinion of them all.

Shadow had no such qualms regards opening up on Patrick. Taking quick aim he opened fire, the staccato rattle of his rifle dampened out the noise of the struggle, the bullets ripping through the night.

Half blinded by the unexpected muzzle flashes, Tombstone stumbled over an unseen obstacle and fell to one knee. He closed his eyes as time seemed to slow about him. He’d always dismissed the stories of your life flashing before your eyes before you die – none of the men and occasional women he had killed over his lifetime had seemed to go through it, but suddenly he was back in the past, reliving his life, recounting his childhood, his path into the gangs and the violence; into the killing. A single tear mingled with the rain soaking his face.

Time sped up again.

Tombstone remained kneeling on the ground, the expected swipe of the chainsaw through his flesh undelivered. He opened his eyes and blinked to clear the after burn of the flashes from his vision. He saw Bonzo laying on the ground in a pool of blood gently laughing to himself. Patrick lay on top of him, his robe billowed out in the pooling blood and water. At the very bottom, Tom lay crushed under the weight of the two men and in his weakened condition couldn’t push them off him. He retched again, adding his putrid vomit to the scene.

Shadow lowered his weapon and walked over to the pile of men lying besides the truck. On seeing Bonzo had been hit as well as Patrick he shrugged. “Two crazies for the price of one.” He thought to himself as he prodded the barrel of his gun into one of the bullet wounds in Patrick’s back. Deciding he wasn’t faking it, he rolled the body over and off of Bonzo and Tom, kicking it for good measure.

“That was a killer joke.” Managed Bonzo as he tried to sit up, blood dribbling from his lips. “Have you ever thought about joining the circus?”

Shadow shook his head. Might have been better if he had killed Bonzo too, the crazy fether. Now he was injured too. Damn. “Sorry Bonzo, no room at the inn.” He said raising his gun again.

“Ah, God, the greatest joke of all, you sure you’re not a clown?” laughed Bonzo as the barrel was aligned with his head. He smiled as there was a commotion behind Shadow. Kiera was running from where she had been hidden by the car and was charging straight for Shadow, who had turned to see what the noise was. “Don’t you dare kill him too, you b******!” She shouted as she barrelled into Shadow, almost knocking him off his feet. It was only his training which enabled him to stay upright as he fought the woman. He didn’t want to hurt her damn it. He threw her off him and tried to pacify her. “Ok, ok, I’ll leave him alone if it means that much to you!”

Kiera continued to wail on him until Shadow smacked her round the face, knocking her to the ground. He felt something break and she didn’t get back up again.

On seeing this, Bonzo struggled to get to his feet but was defeated as gravity reclaimed him. He chuckled as he slowly sank back down onto his ass, the pain and loss of blood not dampening his ability to see the joke in everything. “What did the man who beat his wife get for Christmas?” He slurred before blacking out.

Tombstone loomed out of the darkness. “Enough Shadow. Let’s just get everyone inside and sort this gak storm out later.”

Between them all, they carried the unconscious forms of Bonzo, Tom, Kiera and Ashton inside and brought in all the equipment from the cars.

PLAYER FATALITY:
Patrick is now dead.

PLAYER INJURY:
Tom is in a critical condition (zombie infection).
Bonzo is in a critical condition (several bullet wounds and blood loss).
Tombstone is in a stable condition with several cuts etc.

SUPPORTING CHARACTER INJURY:
Ashton is unconscious and his arm is pretty much destroyed.
Kiera is unconscious and now has a broken jaw.


I hope this is OK. It was hard to keep in mind what everyone was feeling. I know some characters were mentioned more than others but the whole thing is supposed to have taken only a few moments from start to finish, and some of the more... passive characters have been pushed to the sidelines a little, so I'm sorry.

I also hope I got all the characters right

Now that went well.

Im so glad my characters tried to prevent bloodshed, even to the extent of personal injury.

When keira comes round she's got alot of work to do.