Around this week a year ago, I don't remember the exact day, I really started playing 40k. I'd been interested for a while. My friends played it, and were into the backstory. They let me borrow their Black Library novels, notably the Grey Knights Omnibus by Ben Counter.
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| I have since learned to loathe the Anathema's slaves. |
I started playing soon after, ordering a Daemon codex and a big ol' rulebook, and picking up a box of Horrors and Flamers. I also carved some proxies from foam, to get an idea of what units I liked. I figured out double-great unclean one was pretty fun. Then I played some games where a squad of hormagaunts annihilated one in one assault phase, a guardsmen blob destroyed one with first rank fire, second rank fire- basically I figured out it didn't work.
About halfway through my first year, I realized that Daemons weren't very good.
I read. I scoured the internet, looking for every shred of tactical advice I could find, learning and devouring knowledge. I battled my one true rival, an eldar player and one the friends who first got me into the game, over and over again, each time being handed defeat after defeat. I grew as a player, learning more in each battle than I did with hours of reading.
Then I started giving everything Bolt of Tzeentch. I started slowly, oh so slowly, shifting my entire army to be shooting-based. I thought it was madness! And maybe it was, but it worked, and works. Even Daemons don't need much close combat at ALL.
Around then I started the blog, feeling like I was ready. I'd been toying with the idea for a while. Shortly after, I got on the faeit212 blogexchange, and it really took off.
It was a while before I battled my rival again, months, as our schedules were often at odds. One day, however, we got a game in at the Games Workshop, and I finally beat him, in one of the best battles I've had for a long time.
Some time passed, and my rival has taken a hiatus from 40k, deciding to focus on more important things. I can hardly blame him, I've considered it myself on several occasions.
Now, with 6th rapidly approaching, (and I'm going to have to blow eighty bucks on the rulebook. Ugh.) I thought I'd post my story.
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| again, I am not a brony. At most, Ponycurious. This was just the first result on Google images. |
So, what are your guys' (or gals. Not that I've seen any on this blog, but I'm sure they stop by.) stories? Sing to me the song of your people, as it goes.
also, yes the post is late. I was busy.
Logging you in...
Norrikan 73p · 666 weeks ago
From there on out regularly got involved in WHFB, Battlefleet Gothic, Necromunda, Mordheim, Inquisitor, Gorka Morka, Dark Heresy and Blood Bowl (the only one I did not keep playing)
Just an hour ago I preordered the collector's edition of the sixth edition rulebook, and, despite my earlier misgivings, I am quite looking forward to this.
Also, ponycurious is how it starts for everyone, if you don't wanna become a brony you should bail now. "Flee, you fool! It is too late for me, but you can still save yourself!", so to speak. ;-)
SnaleKing 70p · 666 weeks ago
but I can't even afford the normal one atm, so I guess I'll just... draw a mustache on the dark angel.
ha. in your face, imperium.
And as for ponycuriousity, I'm chaos. Resist as I may, giving into temptation is kind of a thing.
Iandanger · 666 weeks ago
My step dad has the original realms of chaos books, and I read them extensively when I was in high school (sadly they remain in his library, so I'm stuck with PDF's on my ipad when I want to read them now), and even got a friend to draw up an opposing chaos warband. We shot the shit with fluff and ideas, and I loved how narative the book was, but we never bought models so it never progressed to anything. That said, my love afair with Nurgle began here. All chaos was to me during my Mordheim days was a bunch of guys with claw arms and KKK hoods.
Fast forward to 2007, fall. I'm talking to a friend and mention how I've always been a fan of games workshop, and he shows me that, not only does he have a bunch of Warmaster models, but half of a Space Marine army. I note that, with another player, I'd probably enjoy the game, so we run out and buy the latest codexes, and I spend a few hundred dollars getting an army off the ground. Within a month I had it assembled and table painted, and we started playing. At some point in here I also bought the first wave of Daemons models, excepting the soul grinder, a vehicle I still don't own, but swear I will buy one by the end of the year (one downside of the new allies rules is I can't use it as a defiler counts as in my CSM list unless I modify it heavily, oh well!).
Unfortunately, when 5th edition hit, I wasn't able to upgrade my army, financially. Life also kind of got in the way of playing. As an avid listener of podcasts, I continued keeping up with the game, I bought the space hulk box, and with the exception of some test games for the new rules, have not played in 5th edition hardly at all. I will, however, be buying the BRB for this edition and playing again.
Part of my relationship with 40k, honestly, is defined by transportation. I haven't owned a car in 3 years, don't ever plan to own one again, and therefore have to bum a ride to get to a game store. I don't have a table at home (though I've started work on terrain) and don't have a big community of players around, so getting a game in is hard. There was a Games Workshop along the rail line from my house for a time, but sadly they closed earlier this year after a year of being open, and no other locations are on public transit. Transporting an army on my bike is nigh impossible, and the nearest store with a table (yes, that's singular, it literally has one table for 40k, except on the 2nd and 4th tuesday of every month when they have 40k gaming…oh and I have class on tuesdays of course lol) is still 7 miles away.
In the end, my relationship with 40k is a mixture of passion and disappointment, of story telling and imagination, vs an inability to materialize real world game play. I'm not sure what this says about 40k, Games Workshop, or me, but whatever. I'd kill an innocent if it would get me a decent 40k MMO, at least then I could enjoy the universe as intended.
Cyber_demon 20p · 664 weeks ago
There was this guy at the local club (which I don't visit that often having a table and some regular opponents at home) that swaps armies like underwear (eventually gave up warhammer at all). He swapped some armies, never painting anything or putting some determination behind any of them. Finaly he got the daemons. He played for a while with them then kinda left them to lie around in the club for close to two years. So did the poor army became the bitch-whore of the club - anyone who'd come to try the game was given the daemons, anyone that wanted to proxy something used them, everyone had played them at some point of time or another (including the owner who somewhat continued to play from time to time). And when it wasn't used to proxy something it was left on the tables to gather dust (and some dust it has gathered mind you). The club moved it's location 3 times in a row with the dameons dragged around. Meanwhile the guy put his daemons for sale (the ones that didn't get lost in the crowd or during the movements). Roughly a month ago I found myself with some cash and shelled 300$ for the army. What I got was a dirty, partially primed, kind of broken and beaten up army that was otherwise doomed to rot in a box. So I squared my shoulders for the task ahead (Fallout reference) and set myself on fixing it up. A couple of days later I had managed to dust the models off, wash them, remove any flash, sprue pips and mold lines (which were left on the models since the army was of "tabletop quality". Tabletop quality my ass...), repair, reglue and fix broken parts and fix the assembly holes with greenstuff. Thus they were ready for painting. Meanwhile 6 edition hit the world and I played my first game with the daemons. Which brings me to the present moment. That's the story . Not a terribly exciting read but the reason I wrote it is because one of the things I hate with blinding rage is people neglecting their models and I feel kinda noble and good by telling everyone the story of how I saved the daemons :P