Ninjabread

Britcon – the arguably the most important event in the Epic UK tournament calendar.  Not (as the name ‘Britcon’ suggests) a convention about being British.  Though that’d be awesome – going about all day drinking tea and discussing the cricket scores.

The newest addition to my Dark Angels army – a squadron of mk2 Thunderbolts flying alongside their mk1 counterparts.  Stylistically they fight together reasonably well, and the size difference isn’t too noticeable.  In fact, I challenge those uninitiated in the ways of Epic to tell which one’s which.

But oh, the size difference is noticeable here.  Here’s my mk2 Dark Angels Thunderhawk next to Mike Thomas’s mk4 Salamander one.

My Warhound going mano-a-mano with Andy Harris’ Eldar Phantom Titan. The Phantom eventually fell to a Scout Razorback.

Britcon’s a three-day affair, and the leader on teh Saturday night wins a yellow jersey. Here’s Si in the looking suitably proud of being the overnight Epic leader.

Just kidding. It was mine.

Well no. It was Jimbo’s 40K jersey. But here’s Dave looking rather dashing in it too.

Back from the lies, here’s my Attack Bikes lining up an air assault against Chris Steel’s beautiful Vanaheim. Psychologically it’s an intimidating army the Valkyries transports that make up the bulk of his army are bigger than my expensive DC2 War Engine.

Here’s more of his army.

Here’s Mark Hargreave’s deadly gem-encrusted Scorpion.

And here’s my Thunderbolts trying to bomb the poop out of his Warlock. The model’s missing its right veins as it had fallen over a model wood. Then it failed the terrain check for crossing the offending wood, even with its reroll. Life imitating art?

Anyway – what of the games? Well, two wins, two draws and two losses. I managed eighth overall and qualified for some hard Championship points (which I’ve only ever earned from switching lists).