When Everybody Plays, We All Win*

 *no we dont. I win. I won a prize. A proper prize. Not one thats going on eBay tomorrow. 


'sup Hobby Fam-a-lam, coming atcha with a post-Hull rundown featuring the good (me), the bad (my opponents) and the ugly (my team members). You'll remember from the previous blog that I had gone to Hull for a one-day, GBHL80 event. We had gone in-force from Lincolnshire to really give those Hullovians a proper taste of dwarvish iron, but in the form of my fist repeatedly punching them in the dick. So lets see what was occuin. 



I won this sword for being bloody amazing.


Round One...Fight!

R1 was a fairly painful affair, as I played an opponent who is just better than me. It was the "run get the prize from the other corner" scenario, and my army plan to stand and shoot was rubbish. I should have hefted myself over and got the prize. I mean, I did give his army a bit of a beating, and I did get the prize. But then he beat my delicate elves to pulp and put the prize back. It could have been mega close if the game had ended a turn earlier, but it didnt so tough on me. I think I deserved at least *two points*.


Round Two...Run Away From Big Elephant

R2 was against a fairy new player who has chosen to bring a mumak. Now, mumaks essentially plop on my hidey elves but today was not this day. I did a fairly impressive poo on his non-mumak models heads but the chuffing elephant was not going down. In the end I moved my leader into a hugely tempting position and the mumak trampled him to death, having smooshed his own models to do it. Huge satisfaction and ace fun, and also I got a point.


Round Three...Nobody Tosses On Nathans Dwarves

Well I did. In keeping with tradition, I faced Nathan and his inevitable hard counter to my list. Damned stunty bastards. Which made the fisting I gave them extra rewarding. 


Round Four....Hunter Orc Spam Fritter

I mean ffs. Hunter orcs and Bolg for Contest. Was going to be shit from the start and didn't disappoint. Could have squeezed a drawn had Leggy not spaffed his final dice roll. 


VICTORY IS MINE

tbh I wasn't there to win the dice rolling. I was there to win best painted. Having done ok in Belfast, I upped my paint game by adopting the strategy of Putting Models On A Black Cloth. It (and bribing folk with poppadom) did the trick and I won a proper sword. Also included was the "feeling like a total dick walking through Hull at 7pm on Saturday night with a sword". Didn't help that Nathan was doing the same with an axe. Our legal defense to carrying an offensive weapon was that they were tools of the trade, given we were clearly bonafide Ring questors. Or fing idiots.

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