Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Soon to Fill our Lungs, the Hot Winds of Death

This post is dedicated to Polythemus, the only friend of mine with the balls to post on this shitty blog. Check his blog here. He gave me some flack about not blogging, but he's just returning the favor. I busted his balls a couple months ago about his limpdick efforts in the 40K blogosphere and he went at it like a sailor on leave. What goes around comes around son. 

Anyway...What's bumpin' everybody? (Of the two or three people that read this) I'm back and I'm fired up to talk about some 40K shit. The topic for today will be the five or so armies I finished ever since I started huffing on the ol' plastic crack pipe about six years ago. The one coherent thing about my projects has been that I always gravitated toward my own color scheme. I started with Tyranids and thought the three main hive fleet colors were rather gay and not so organic, so I thought "Fuck it" and went with my own, better scheme and booya! Hive Fleet Cicada was born. 

Friday, February 20, 2015

Cruisin' Down the Street in my '64: Cracker Barrel with a Side of Velveeta


Down at Evil Dice we're doing something called the New Army Initiative. The point of it all is to get people to break out of their mold and start building another army. This is cool but I've already got four armies and a closet full of miniatures...I still want to participate but I really don't want to buy even more stuff, so I'm just going to build upon my marine army by adding unpainted miniatures I already own.

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Battleground Games Post Tournament Breakdown: Bringing a Knife to a Gunfight...



The tournament certainly had some ups and downs. I won best painted, but also received some serious clock cleaning. Although I went 1-2, I had some fun, fantastic games against three great opponents and best of all, I received a serious wake up call about where the game is heading, how it has changed, and how I perceive Warhammer 40,000 in general.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Take the Last Train to Doucheville: Spamming the Devourer...

...And I'll meet you at the station.

The mighty Douche-afex, I mean, Dakkafex.

I'm now a member of the douchebag elite. My hand was forced, I swear...I found myself buying fleshborer hives from ebay and the next thing you know, I've got another flyrant built and a dakkafex. I'm spamming devourers in the next incarnation of my Tyranid army in a tournament this Saturday and I'm getting a queasy, freshly teabagged feeling about it.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Judgement Night...For the Bitz Box?

I just read some bullshit article about the 25 Greatest Soundtracks of all time. Hmmmm. Although I agree with some of the choices, this Rolling Stone hackjob neglected to mention one hardhitting album that pummels most of their limpdick selections.

That's right, ladies and gerbils. Judgement Night.