Well as ever, i could provide (I usually do) an in-depth analysis, but in stead, as a BEST SPORT, I thought I should meagerly highlight the one game that I didn't win by a country mile. And, as I am now semi-retired, most people will assume I am taking it easy... Game 1 I faced Horatio, a cruel trick by the serpentine Darren; as I was yet to discover. Marines vs Thousand Sons, simple. The Space ship proved as useful as a "beware sharp objects" sign in an orks locker, and the drop pod squad ahd the life expectancy of a grot in the imperial palace (on the way to the event I had read a Dan Abnett book and I feel i am quite good at these analogys...). So, two activations up, and yet to have breakfast. Horatio was a master of the thunderbus, terminator recylcing - and I couldnt really call foul, after some pretty grey past experiences. But, i did have a plethra of AA (three squads of planes, two defilers). In fairness the wise horatio did work his way through the defilers. So we had a turn two situation where I had killed one thunderbuss, but incredibly (and badly) had a broken BTS - yes thats a broken thousand sons BTS on turn two - (dropped balll). But I did surround Horatio's on board terminators with AA, - no mad mad mad man would be trying to pick them up. It was here that he played hi ace. With his soft grey eyes, (or green, maybe purple - definelty eyes) he staired me down and said "its my birthday" wow... I am nothing if not soft, kind, decent, most sporting. Immediately, like a 1st world war Tommy on xmas day, my army put down their weapons, began singing silent night, found a football, and advanced over no-mans land (epic equivilen, we started rolling 1s). Unfortunately, fitz cdecided against Stille Nacht - and instead opened up with the full machine guns. Lots of missed rolls, failed saves, etc followed. Well the brave Thunderhawk took out his terminators that recycled and killed the bts (claps). And, being a good sport, descent man, patron of the arts, strong but sensitive love, and BEST SPORTING, I helped Horatio on the way by assaulting and losing versus the same terminators from the Thousand Sons guarding the blitz. A very impressive 2-0 in three to my opponents. Credit where it was due, I set out and bought H two bottles of wine. Unfortunately he was driving, and as I appreciate his hatred of waste, this forced me to consume them both (it really was the least i could do). Still, a very kind, descent, slightly sexy, thing for me to do to give somebody a perfect epic present - and as I was certain that there would lie a vote for most sporting - at least for this tournament - if not in every game till the end of recorded time - I accepted i would leave with an award - a matter reinforced by the knowledge that two othe rpeople had filled (had had fille dout when they left them on the table) their game slips also detailing me as best sporting. But alas, epic doesnt work like that, if you come from North of Poters bar, if your surname isnt Sutcliffe, or Butcher, or Saxon, then no amount of kindness counst when the shadow lords of epic 'tally' best sporting.
Otherwis a good tournament, three good games. Very enjoyable. And discovered a very playfull Rose wine that accompanies a second game with summoning. I recommend it to all demon players.
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