Strictly Average: *squealing tires* Sorry, Wargames Con Test Game...

6.29.2010

squealing tires Sorry, Wargames Con Test Game...

EDIT: Okay, evidently I'm playtesting for something called the Wargames Con. Why the change? No reason they're gonna explain.

Here's my Bolt'n'Breath Daemons list vs Big Whit's Salamanders in a 2000pt test game for the upcoming ~~BoLSCon~~ Wargames Con tournament. I asked Whit to bring Vulkan and a Librarian with Null Zone... well, 1 out of 2 ain't bad. This isn't a terribly tactical game; Whit stuck to his plan and forced me to go after the points - and that's exactly the sort of game that concerns me in a tournament.

The major realization in this game was my absolute reliance on Breath of Chaos in my Heralds of Tzeentch. There is a school of thought that the Heralds should keep their distance, shooting Bolt and Gaze from a distance of 24-inches away. I tried that in this game and it simply doesn't work. I use my Heralds as disruptors, and often that means making aggressive, suicidal moves to open up a game for the rest of my list. You'll notice in this game that I ended up closing the distance regardless, using them to screen my Fiends among other things.

3 comments:

Lauby said...: Dear Brent,

it isn't a proper battle report without crotches. Please include more in the next video.

You pal,
-John; June 30, 2010 at 2:53 PM
Big Whit said...: I did try to get my crotch in one of the shots, but was told it was to small to see:(; June 30, 2010 at 5:19 PM
TheKing Elessar said...: I second the call for crotches. What's more, I think they should have a tag of their own on the right.; July 1, 2010 at 7:36 AM

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