In the city of Spinespur, holidays are a great excuse to murderface your friends. Mordin56, TokenGamerChic, Belgarath97, and I your friendly neighborhood Second Class Elitist, sat down for an evening of good old fashion violence, LXG Holiday Style. Time to massacre some Muthas!
After obligatory family time for Mother's Day, we snuck in a big four-player game of Spinespur. We got started a lot later than we had wanted too.... about three hours or so... but we decided what the hell, it's not like any of us have to work in the morning (we all did) or were already low on sleep (we all were) or anything like that...
So, a large part of our unit selections were making sure to showcase our Spinespur Contest models one last time before they get shipped off to Kyle. Cause, you know, it's just like the mechanic- you gotta drive the Ferrari you just worked on around the block at 90mph to make sure the new tail light works. Let's face it, it's fun playing with someone else's toys.
So, a large part of our unit selections were making sure to showcase our Spinespur Contest models one last time before they get shipped off to Kyle. Cause, you know, it's just like the mechanic- you gotta drive the Ferrari you just worked on around the block at 90mph to make sure the new tail light works. Let's face it, it's fun playing with someone else's toys.
Molatovs and the facehugger are Nightingales. Aniel is Micheal. Dante is a Fist of G.O.D |
TGC's WYSIWYG Slaughterhouse: Pigskin, 2 Gormandizers, 2 Shacklers, 1 Squeeler Swarm, and a pair of thugs. |
Everything is WYSIWYG: 3 Chainsaw thugs, 2 Blunt Thungs, 1 Short edged thug, Caretaker, Grave Golem, and Greygun. |
We settled in with our different lists. TGC has her in-progress Slaughterhouse, supported by Treef*cker. M56 took the field with his "caretaker/greygun combo" list, using the Contest Caretaker and golem models, along with a few of the Contest Goons. His biggest gripe was the lack of Molatovs in his list, as he wanted some fresh bacon [editor's note: be careful what you wish for, buddy]. I "borrowed" Ali Alcatraz's Dark Faith force, while B97 fielded his newly acquired Men of G.O.D. agenda. Three Agendas and an open force composition list. Should be fun. As an aside, we were really happy that there were a total of 6 model substitutions in a 550+ total points battle, and four of those weren't released yet. (Yes, we realized that M56 had one too many thugs to be "legal." It was the easiest was to make forces balance and showcase all the new goodies.)
We rolled for deployment, and picked corners. For our little home-made scenario, deployment zones were 6" in from the corners, stopping 7" from the edge of our corner plates- which on our current DIY Urban Table configuration was the edge of the sidewalk. (By the way, snuck in a little more work on the table and buildings... it really helped!)
DIY WIP Table- slightly more WIPed |
Holy Crap, it's lit!!! |
So, my strategy was to avoid the Men in Black...er... unprimed metal... as long as possible but still try to pull some of his models away from the Slaughterhouse front. This meant setting up on both flanks, and cutting across the table towards Mordin- I was hoping TGC would send enough at him (due to his pregame shittalking) to keep him occupied and I could get a drop of Caretaker or Greygun or both. My major downside was trying a force I'd never used before, and to be honest I didn't use them very effectively because I wasn't really studied up on their abilities. So, remember kids, do your homework!
Aww, aren't they the cutest little things you ever did see? |
Now, I know Mordin's thugs love bacon, but what I didn't know was just how much bacon loved them. A whole flock of pigs lead by Bo Peep in a gasmask start heading that way as you can see in the picture to the left above. Mister Happy, well, he didn't take to kindly to that, and decided Bo Peep needed to split. First corpse token of the game. Which was followed by a Gormandizer tearing Mister Happy into slop. Our redneck chainsaw friend attacks the Gormandizer, and the look of surprise on B97's face to find out those things have 20 wounds was priceless- he was suddenly much happier facing down some Shacklers and Pigskin. That poor redneck didn't last too long. Pity those Gormandizers don't have thumbs, cause there's a pair of really nice chainsaws laying on the ground... up until the Caretaker vaporizes the bodies to boost the Grave Golem.
During all this I keep moving to midfield, hoping to swing in behind Greygun in some way and settle a score form the last game, where he and his identical triplets made my day difficult. Along the way, Cardinal Inferi used his ability to enter a psychic attack with a Warrior of G.O.D.
to steal some of his melee ability. I loose, giving him some of mine instead. Weedy Bookworm gets weedier, and the ranged combat specialist now has a right hook that would make Mike Tyson want to bite an ear off. (Okay, so not so according to plan there...)
Pigskin defending an AWESOMELY LIT BUILDING!! |
As the Dark Faith advances on the... wow, doesn't that LIT BUILDING just look SPECTAULAR!!! |
and that little piggy said "I think I'm in the wrooooong street!" |
Swatch of destruction? You're soaking in it! |
Body goes Squishy-Boom! Body goes Squishy-Boom! |
An epic duel to the... would you look at those lights? |
Coming down to the final... damn that building looks good lit up! |
All in all, a fun little romp through the murder and mayhem of Spinespur, as always. We all made a bunch of tactical errors (and a couple of rules ones) which we were more than willing to chalk up to the time. Still, a lot of fun was had, nearly all the models were represented correctly, most of them were painted or in the process (Ali's basecoated and washed stuff looks better than most finished pieces on tables, we swear), and the PoweredPlay light kits really made the table more dynamic. The pictures really didn't do it justice. Check that kickstarter out, and keep an eye peeled for a couple upcoming projects in the next few days using those kits!
See you on the other side of the table.
The Second Class Elitist.