Warhammer 40k
The Ladz
Wayne (the Beast) is currently our star player, though this is heavily disputed in some quarters.
With an amazing wit, intelligence, tactical know-how and pukka fashion sense (his own words) or as
others would have it, sneaky, cocky and great at psychological warfare. He has been the first of our
players to reach the GW tournament finals. Wayne plays Alaitoc Eldar with 11 squads of snipers/pathfinders
(a recent adaption in light of the extreme armies used by the GW staff in the last tournament).
Has a worrying tendency to perform victory dances without the aid the alcohol.
Richard H, another rising star and a strong contender for the three GW tournament places at stake is
our rules-meister and the most honest player in the club. Any attempt to slip a dubious move past his
eagle eyes would have to be accompanied by a hallucinagenic agent to make it. Richard has a perfectly
painted and disciplined Blood Angel army (though he is being slowly corrupted by a recently acquired Eldar army).
Has been nicknamed Osama by Wayne after a recent mega-battle but I won’t tell you why in case he doesn’t publish
this column.
Lee has a habit of scratching his goatee, sorry half-beard, when making a caustic point to his peers.
His Blood Angels, which are commonly mistaken for Iron Warriors (due to their strange tendency to engage
the enemy at distance) have seared a path through most of his opponents. Recently he has been attempting
to persuade all and sundry to allow him to field an Armoured Company with offers of bribery and threats
of violence. No chance!
Dave F, who has yet to learn to use a chair without submitting it to various forms of Yoga-like torture as
he swings and twists his limbs around its frame whilst balanced on two legs has a tendency to wild and
unpredictable moves which have both confounded his opponents and occasionally sent carefully constructed
models flying across the room. This behaviour probably fits in with his choice of Space Wolves. After an
inauspicious start to the league he has found his form if not his posture.
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