So, I was trying to help a wee kid learn to play 40k, he was using an obviously bought and painted by parents army, very competitive list of blood angels, and I thought to myself, well for shits and giggles I'll run some thousand sons and a tzneetch daemon prince without wings for some laughs and hopefully he'll win and have a good time. Oh god was I wrong. Every single one of his weapons continuously scrubed up every shot possible, my rhinos drove across the board, into the face of riflemen dreads and a landraider, which all common logic would say that more than 4 auto cannons and a plethora of las cannons should stop 2 rhinos and a daemon prince. Then not only by the time I somehow made it across the board, I had ridiculously lucky roles, the daemon prince exploded the landraider killed 3 terminators inside. It was very ugly, and it felt bad beating a little kids 2k list with 800 points of chaos just slapped in some rhinos and a daemon prince.
Good for the Cock, I wonder if in his little cock head he was thinking "Make me fight to the death mother fucker hows it feel when I fight you!"