Obligatory Johnny Cash Referance About Fire

 

Doing a little number crunching for Khador's favorite sneaky son, Strakhov when I found it. 

I knew the potentcy of the Winter Guard had gone up dramatically with the inclusion of the Rocket troops.

Yesterday I noticed that the Assault Kommando Flame Thrower has a points listing exactly like the WGR.

[Manic Laughter] >:D

Oh, dearie dear.  I sense a lot of 8" Spray templates being used in the future!  BY ME!

Back In Ye Olde Saddle (Or "Please, sir. May I have some more [pain and suffering]?")

THE BLOG THAT WILL NOT DIE!

Gentle reader, did you think you were rid of me so easily?  ('Of course not,' I hear you murmur.  'After all, aren't you stoopid enuff to play Khador in the first place?')

Alas, 'tis true and where I have touched neither Cyanoacrilic Acetate, nor Spray Primer in perhaps a year, I did return to the world of tournament play this weekend last.  [GASP]

I know.  I find myself boggled about the whole thing as well.  So after a frantic search to scrabble up my models and dice, and scrape (literally) the dust off my gaming bag, I set a tentative foot inside ye LFGS for another beatin'.  Well, sort of.

I was not well versed on Mk. II, despite my lastminutecrash immersion.  I remember that I spent a lot of time flipping my Kodiak card over and over wondering what had happened to 'All-terrain.'  Even my dice seemed to have pity on me, for a change.

I won a 4 to 2 points split on time, and lost a 2-4 the same way, and lost 2 to caster kill.  The games I enjoyed the best were against Warmachine factions.  Every time against Hordes it went something like; "bite, claw, claw, buy an attack, buy an attack, buy an attack, buy an attack.  Dead yet?  No?  Buy an attack."

Overall, it was fun to be playing again.  Even losing can occasionally be instructive. 

So what now?  Well, the ginormus pit that is my basement isn't much cleaner than it was when I spooed playing.  As always other projects will beg for time.  All-in-all, I think I may be back.

Kickin' the Dust off....

So, here I find myself alone again, even the one who started me out. That's fine. The hobby's the thong, er...thing.

I am no great writer, no great painter, and no great anything. Lord knows my W/L ratio can testify! I am not in WM for the winning. I enjoy it. I like assembling and painting and eventually playing. I am no great competitor either, so I guess, I really shouldn't be playing WM. To that I say that I got my b & w copy of Prime right here, so back up.

I like my blog, for the reason everyone else likes theirs. Its opinion. I got involved in the Leagues last year. I didn't like it so much. Like many things it assumes too much. Assumes you can have the same time available, assumes all point totals are equal, assumes the ladder will balance, etc.

So, whatever.

Farewell Mk1 (almost)

Ooh my aching skull!

It didn't really hit me. I thought I still had some time to get some of the Legends or even Superiority minis thrown together. I looked forward to building Fenris or Beast-09 (although with less glee after my disasters with Drago). I wanted to play with some Kazany or Iron Fang Uhulans before the demise of my tiny-text cards. (Where was that rule for the Greatbears again? flip-flip-flip)

But with the early release of the cards and rules via the intrawubz, my time has gone the way of the flying toaster screen saver. Some of the most expensive I don't yet own, much less have assembled. Ooh, methinks I'll have a busy and CA glue covered fall!

A Pair of Jacks (Part One)

Before the last league season started, Red was kind enough to photo some of the painting I had already accomplished. After all the ranting and raving and drooling, and passage of time and all that, I realized that I hadn't posted all of them yet. Tragedy! So, here we are.
Behold the Ber-zer-ker! This was the first of the two I had planned, and oddly the second one assembled. A word about assembly, the Berzerker stinks! Only half of one foot is one the base tab, and the other foot is held on only by a toe. Honest! Worse, the foot ends at the ankle, so there is always a struggle to mode the poor beastie upright. As I worried about how to assemble the figure, I wanted to find a way to pin it so that the weight of the mini more fully rested on the base, so that is why you will see the center pin on these two minis, and why the red one is modeled so far forward.
The plans for the colors were intentional and based on my fascination of locomotives. I mentioned it here. The original mid-1800's locomotives were as much works of art as working machines. I have a few examples from the Internet here, here, here, and here. Brass, and steel, ornate iron work; those were the influences of this model. I worked with a much lighter red pallet, knowing that I was going to lay on a heavy oil/smoke layer. On my other 'jacks, I liked how the GW Dwarf Bronze looked next to the GW Boltgun, so I copied that here, but went much lighter highlighting the bronze with P3 Rhullic Gold.

Again, the balance pin. This model is way front heavy. I considered ripping it apart and trying again, but 1) I figured the model wanted to be that way, and 2) It is in a classic head-butt pose, leading with its noggin. It has held together, so why destroy finished work?

It was about this time, I knew that I don't have the patience or skill to freehand some details, in this case numbers. So I hit up the local train store and found that Woodland Scenics has a line of dry-transfer decals. They have both numbers and letters as well as the occasional widget like all that data you see on the side of the average rolling stock car. I added the numbers to this model after the pics were taken sadly, but I now refer to this as "Old No. 27."

A return to center...

...or how I learned to stop blowing up. (Don't you believe it dear reader!)

Okay! I look back and realize much of my posts of late have been overly whiny and hateful. Well, it is MY blog after all. But I promise to be a little more...umm, well, hateful and whiny. No! Less, less, honest! :D

The local press gangers and competitive community are gearing up for a fall of hackity slashity fun. I gotta admit, my league showings have been horizon broadening, and fun. (I don't mind a drubbing so much when I learn from it too!) In the end, not counting the league participation pin, I sometimes wonder if I wouldn't have better spent my time painting and assembling. (shrug)

I want to play with nice-nice miniatures. I see good things coming from WM, if the Retribution book is any example. I know there will be a big uptick as Mk.2 comes out, followed by the emasculation...err Field Test of Hoards. So maybe this Fall and Winter I paint and assemble like the wind to have a sizable force of painty-ness to draw upon? Maybe so.

A Shipload of Fail

For those who know us, Red and I are friends. You can read his post of my latest abuse-fest here.


For those of you still reading, you can get a little background, here.

Thanks for those of you still reading. What more can I say? I decided to take a pretty standard list. Without eSorcha I didn't take Winter Guard. I wanted to try practicing using the Great Bears use of free LOS and pass through as a double whammy on a charge. I took a jack, and a Ternion and Alten for some beasty shooting.

Tragedy! As always, in an effort to bring the conflict up quick and clean, non-league scenarios are grievously tilted against Khador (and Trollbloods too, so I have heard.) Everything is "grab this section, grab that section, be the first to get here or there." Hey, beevis! Khador isn't getting ANYWHERE first. To do so would require a specialty army and things to be built just for speed, and that limits my choices. I don't believe in anything that Forces you to choose specific units. I guess maybe in the competitive circles also means I don't believe in winning. S'Okay.

I'd rather paint and play what I want, when I want. I'm not the type to build an anti-anything list. Its too hard to do for Hordes anyway. Maybe that means until Hordes and Warmachine stand as equals, I'm done playing against them. Enough frustration and freakish absurdity in my normal life, much less adding to it.

Ooh, bitter! My poor sportsman trophy is in the bag! Yowza!