Terminal Trucidos

>UNIT(0x816411c).eval()
FALSE
>UNIT(0x816411c).leader()
OBJ(0xfcd8e11)
>OBJ(0xfcd8e11).replace()
affirm
>UNIT(0x816411c).reorganize()
affirm
>UNIT(0x816411c).tactics().formation(PHALANX)
affirm
>UNIT(0x816411c).combat().init()
affirm


Trooper Joynes thirsted. He had marched, he had fought, he had worried, he had hungered, he had feared, he had prayed, he had run. Now, his thirst was all encompassing. The hard rock he sprawled across no longer dug into his side, and he had long ago shed the heavy pack which had dug into his back and slowed him down. His lasgun had helped him hobble through the orange soil, but it had rattled down the slope and out of site when he had slipped. His empty canteen he had cursed and hurled after it.

The cool air was no comfort as it rasped down Joynes parched throat. Water was what he needed. Water! The coughing fit seized him again and he clinched his body in agony, sending orange foam spattering across the rock. Once over, once the memory of the agonizing pain had left him, his dull eyes lighted on the orange spittle, and he tried to will his unresponsive muscles into clawing him over to it, to lick at the poisonous moisture, however slight.

His mind was foggy, but Joynes knew the end was near. There was no time, no time, no time. He could hear the other soldiers in his company hacking and crying out for water and dying, as though they were there with him now and not dead back at the camp then. Joynes had not gotten away in time. There was no time left. His drooping lids did not shield his eyes from the cowled figured of the Reaper of Death who rose blackly before him. Maybe a hallucination. Maybe not. He knew his time had come.

>UNIT(0x816411c).combat().terminate()
affirm

The Crane

The latest industrial terrain from me-- a former child's toy crane built up and worn down to an impressively large piece of wargaming terrain. This could up 20 or more figures across its entire height, and, while good for this campaign, it should really shine in future Necromunda games. There are more pictures and more information here.

Necrons vs. Tyranids Part Deux

Necrons and Tyranids tie their January game, full details here.

December Terrain

Two more CD tower storage tanks and a pair of micro geothermal generators make up my December terrain.


More info here.

Necrons Game 2 Roster

750 pts

2 units of 10 Warriors: 360
1 Monolith: 235
1 Lord with Gaze of Flame and Resurrection Orb: 155

Necrons vs. Tyranids Report

This first game report can be found here.

UNIT(0x816411c).awaken()

> heartbeat

> heartbeat

> heartbeat

> heartbeat

> hea<INTERRUPT>UNIT(0x816411c).awaken()
affirm
>

The orange water of the Trucidos droon roiled an ancient gases escaped below the surface. Black, oily preservation fluid, eons old, spilled forth, released at last. The shimmering warscythe cut through the surface and the venerable Lord stood from his flooded stasis tomb.

>UNIT(0x816411c).assemble(04587672, 599345, 1500)
affirm
>[for a1 in UNIT(0x816411c).curloc().scan() do a1.id()]
OBJ(0x816411c) - NATIVE
OBJ(0xa147aba) - NONNATIVE
OBJ(0xbc4e850) - NATIVE
> OBJ(0xa147aba).properties()
curloc = (0458325, 599112, 1472)
class = BIO
mass = LOW
threat_hueristic = TRUE
>UNIT(0x816411c).footing(WAR)
affirm

The entire shore of the droon was boiling as the oily, shimmering, metalic bodies rose from their ancient storage places. They stood motionless, then-- as though from some unseen signal-- they turned to the sheer cliff and drove their knifelike hands into the soil and began to climb.

>UNIT(0x816411c).tactics().formation(PHALANX)
affirm
>UNIT(0x816411c).tactics().objective(SECURE(0458325, 599112, 1472))
affirm
>UNIT(0x816411c).combat().init()
affirm

They crouched at the cliff edge of the droon until all their members had ascended the steep bank. Then, in unison, they began to seperate onto both sides of the ornate Lord, who held his Warscythe high and began to march...