Soon to Fill our Lungs, the Hot Winds of Death

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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.

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.

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.

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.