Tau again. This time the experimental big boy suit list. I will be running the trial Manta with reduced price of 575. I spent the extra 75 points on  xxxx.

        The plan is to stuff the riptides straight down their throats. While the Manta and AX-01 support. Cudas on CAP and everyone else waits for T3.
        Objectives, The Blitz will get slung out to one side. While I deploy opposite. Looking for BTS and their Blitz. Take & Hold will be all the way back by their Blitz. **Unless the army is super slow, then every objective is spread out.

My list

          First game Tau Vs Codex Marines. I took the cheaper Manta and used the point to increase the size of a recon detachment. Dustin took cheaper Whirlwinds and used the points to add chaplains.

Tau 4 – Orks 0

The second game Tau Vs Orks. Eric is a long time Ork player. The Riptides received the focused hate of the Orks.

         The only picture from our game. The Riptides soaked up activation after activation. They became Eric’s focus. He could not kill them and when they were broken. They rallied. The leader is too much for them. It must be removed.

           The Tau Vior’la list is busted. I played V1.9. With double Riptides, my opponents were abused, abused by them. The problem is Tau is a high risk, high reward army. If you apply the Tau’s overwhelming firepower, you risk getting prison raped in an engagement. The Riptides can apply the firepower without the risk.

Manta

         The Manta. It had total freedom. (riptides got all the attention.) It was unable to break a single unit. As a bus, suits jumping out erased ork gods and burned others so bad the foam they rested in was toasted.

I took 1st. The plan worked out for once. Mark lights and cross fires every where. The AX-01 performed above avg. MVPs riptides.

          I gave up my last game. Dave was TO. He gave 4 demos. 2 of the people had to have eaten paper chips as kids. It sucks when a no show benches you (2 year in a row he failed to show). It sucks to sit around all day long watching everyone play. Fair is Fair.

Eric and Dustin’s 3rd game.

          Well its wheels up tomorrow morning and it is snowing like its free. My flight is still on time, but the plane is in Chicago. If it gets in tonight, I should be good. They say the snow ends here at 3 or 7 or maybe tonight. As long as that plane gets here.

        The plane got in. I got out no problem. I was off the plane and picked up curb side in
20 minutes. Check in was quick and easy. The swag bag had a fake ass blood bowl game, 40K SM, Blood & plunder dude, coupons, BL books, BL calendar, some bases, and chump bullshit bits.

           First up. They moved the registration. And….and….touch screen sign in. No line!!!! took 3 minutes to get my badge. No more line from hell, eating up 2 hours of Thursday night. It is now possible to get your Badge and play a 7pm game.

         This year, I return to the states. Came out of retirement. Y’all live here. Health care is more expensive than a full blown coke habit.

         In Argentina I paid 45USD a month for family. Here its 345 every two weeks. It is that low because I had to get a job. Work sucks, getting up in the morning sucks, not painting 10+ minis a day is disturbing. The whole job deal screwed me out of Friday gaming. I got one Epic pick up game in late Friday. Speed Freaks in crazy numbers pushed turn 4 and 1 am.

        This time through, no battle reports. After the last two months of pissing out reports, I wanted a fun, drinking beer, ball breaking gaming Con. (AdeptiCon I have to do all that bullshit as I am testing/collecting data on the Manta Change.) With that said. Pictures are limited.

My List for the Tourney.

These sick bastards bounced a chaos marine assault

This building. This building, I love. I wish I could remember where it came from, who I got it from. Mostly I wish I had more or the stl. file.

           The extra special, Snowflake Sissy Bitch, Award. Originated out of a bitch session rant and the discussion of a thermal nuclear option. The Football, a fumble, and a classic game of smear the queer.
           The sportsman award is now the snowflake sissy bitch award.

There is group gaming, basement gaming and tourney gaming. You maybe be the king turd in the basement or the group. Then, your the one player that gets off their ass to travel to the tourney. Outside of that core group. Once there the reality of tourney play slaps you like a pimp. Shock and embarrassment of a flat out prison rape, tourney play, forces you to find the reasons or define the reasons that can not be your fault for getting tabled. Its my army. It was their list. This or that is broken. That dude is fucking prick. 

          “Oh, little snowflakes, when did you all become grandfathers and society patriarchal, clutching your wee little nuts in horror at someone who has an opinion about something, a way of expressing themselves that’s not the mirror image of yours, you snivelling little weak-ass narcissists?”

           Fight Club 1996: “You are not special. You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same organic and decaying matter as everyone else.”

Supplies Blue stuff, green stuff, 0.99 snowflakes, old school 40k thingy
Step one; blue stuff a 40k thingy

Step two; fill blue stuff negative with green stuff
The snowflake was too fragile to try and cast. I will only make a temporary mold for the 40K thingy.

Step three; remove green stuff positive
Step four; attach green stuff thingy to 0.99 snowflake
Step five; spray white and attach ribbon