I blame it on too many drugs in the 60's.
No, I wasn't born in the 60's. Nor do illegal drugs pass these lips. What? No, I don't shoot up! Suspicious much? Let's move on.
CliffNotes: There is a game of 40K and a bunch of pictures.
This is a straight game. He brought the army he's most comfortable with, his Chaos Space Marines, and we rolled for the scenario, which turned out to be Seize Ground Dawn of War.
He wins the roll and makes me go first. He places a Rhino with Plague Marines behind cover and a Lash Prince behind that. I choose a conservative drop - pretty much a mirror split - and begin deep striking. My strategy for Dawn of War changes depending on the army I face, because you just know that at the bottom of Turn 1 his army is going to come rolling on with the bit between its collective teeth, looking for targets within assault range.
That's game! I really appreciate Big Whit for playing this game with me. He's never had much luck playing me - I mean that literally: his luck sucks - but he's always willing to help me out. I think this game was important, since it keeps my skill with the list at a high level, but it also proved I need to spend some time with the rulebook before the tournament. I don't want to make any silly mistakes just because we've been playing a lot of Fantasy lately.
Thanks again, Big Whit.