Yer boss, dese weapons are the best wunz ever. Da Boyz will hit better, an ‘arder than ever before! – Gorsmak
It should be known that I’m strictly a casual Warhammer player. My introduction was via my second kid, who found an older Space Marine tank kit in the dusty back shelves of our old FLGS. From there, his armies (and painting skills) flourished. Our family skirmishes started as 1v1v1v1 battles across a table littered with board game boxes for terrain. What you might call the king-of-the-hill variety. Not strictly (or remotely) tournament polished, but genuinely hilarious and enough to get the rest of us interested in building our own collections.
I started out painting terrain for the table. Ivy covered brick walls, thatched roof cottages, stone and skull piles, the like. I finally decided on Orks largely because I liked the flavor—particularly the idea that belief (like ‘red makes things go faster’) could be powerful enough to make it so.
I bought boxed army. These were the first models of any type I’d gotten that were in parts, and then there were DOZENS of them. Background: I didn’t follow lego building set guides as a kid and I still toss the instructions from IKEA furniture. Kid 2 generously primed and assembled most for me as I muddled through figuring out how to put them together myself.
Fast forward not that far into the future. The Hangry Horde of Ork Boys is maintaining its place in the family table ranking, but I’m lacking a big gun. Something obnoxious. Something ridiculous. Something stupidly stupendous. Enter: The Kill Rig.
Maybe you’ve rented a hot car then realized as you slid into the driver’s seat that it was manual, and you never learned to drive stick. Or perhaps you’ve promised to bake for the
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