So lets see what have I done since I last posted ermmm.. not done much with the
FAQ stuff,.. erm
I did a bunch of stuff in the attic involving me upping my armour value
I now get +1 to energy saving
I chopped the choppy chop of our Leylandii (I know I know, does it make you feel better if you know I dug 24 of the other buggers up when I moved in, they were all around me 6 years back)
I'm going to get a chainsaw next time,using just a wet kipper of a saw and relying on pure waaagh..isn't very effective (took me a month)
earns me -1 to neighbour hostility.and +1 to
BS because we can see more daylight.(cover saves reduced by 1)Free movement phase with the better half for the straight line when it was finished.
Finally started my AoS competition entry, there will be no jaunty and pleasing angles added, the body will be what at the moment the mods believe may be the model (and i'm not going to change it now)
here is a pic of it after its touch up undercoat wash..to maintain a theme that enchanted blue pot will be in the back of all my shots so that people don't think I robbed it off CMON
And figured meh..since this is my tell it from the mountain log and no body reads this I'd put the immersion piece in here (I wrote it to parrelel ruffians piece and to show why I can't play guard..its just too darned real..and to remember I really don't like all the rules that fanfic insists on
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Leadership test
The globs of mud impacted on him with a rough muted splutter, a sound that his brain couldn't associate with the stopping power that that mass of land churning up and hitting him, hating him, had on his momentum.
He shook his head wearily to get his balance back, to get that buzzing sound out of his ears.
He had a clear view..gods this planet was beautiful, the full panorama had been denied him by his... tight ....formation... THRONE WHERE ARE THE FRONT RANKS!!
He looked down at the mud clogging his equipment and sloughing off in greedy double helping clumps and spotted the almond shard telltale signs of bone and shreds of green camo.
A vox communication came shouting down the line this was no time to stand around gawping.. he had to move out...
The officers, they were the ones, if they hadn't opted for the soft option of marching across clear ground this would have never have happened. He looked down with a wry smile as he remembered where their arrogance had had them stand in the formation...
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Looking down was a mistake, he'd been marching using his training to automatically walk around all the obstacles and debris, but looking down his brain couldn't protect him. The truth was too plentiful, the viscera too exposed...his fallen brethren some bloodied some without a stain to their perfect uniform but with some key piece missing to the jigsaw that was their armour, it showed more clearly than any blood could that those puppets of war would never get up.
Another screaming order down the vox, took his mind off the grunts whimpers and pleading of the dying as he trod over them, he loved that voice.. that commanding condescending basterd took him to nirvana.. it took him through his friends.
And the sounds his boots made on them.
As they cleared the mire of their compatriots he heard a whizzing popping, he wondered if it was an aftereffect of being so close to the shell but as the man at his shoulder burst into a fine red mist he knew his mind had been elsewhere,
“MELTAS” the warning too late as normal, the super heating already having made every part of his battle brother become a ichor mist, he stood stock still in horror,he took a moment to coldly mechanically check his venting systems,
Gods don’t let me breath him in,…He had given me his food rations when mine fell off in the charge of Anteus 5.
Where was that voice that sweet reassuring pitbull in his ear….where were his brothers,a moment…. a flash of doubt took hold, he spared a glance over his shoulder seeking the reassurance of the wave of humanity behind him, seeking out the grim resolve, the hatred, the determination in the eyes of his fellow men…but all he saw was that wondrous panorama again…that beautiful isolation…quiet…stillness.
So seductive…. nightmares aren’t beautiful…. horror isn’t meant to be so inspiring..
He casually brushed remnants of the mud and bone from his uniform now sticky and auburn from the near atomized stains of his colleagues.
He started to laugh but his equipment and chinstrap got in the way.. he drew up his combat knife and casually cut them away so they fell loose, dangling tugging, allowing a full roar…an uncontrolled bellow, unrestrained- free laughter, mocking his emblems, deriding his core….. he was suddenly so tired.. the maniac edge passing as he stumbled down to his knees. There was fresh red on his armour now, blossoming down from the cut..it felt like the only warmth left, the cloying stream flowing down his chest as he started to slump he heard the marching feet ..he hoped that the drumming in his head stopped before those heavy boots reached him.