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What was your first Epiphany of the game? when did you realize something you thought you never would after playing Warhammer 40k? please be detailed as i love great stories!
My Epiphany was today, I was playing a 'League' game at my local store, its a 200 point league system that rotates upwards 200pts every week, i just got started recently and i haven't really understood why there's all this fluff in the WH40k story, i've had big following games before like Battletech and D&D but even then the story didnt make the game, they were just two seperate aspects that i enjoyed.
I was competing against my friend and her Tyranids, she had 11 Termigaunts and 3 warriors one with a Venom Cannon, and i had 10 RAS marines. At first i thought i was gonna get pummeled, but she had this concern of engaging my marines, so i struck first for her hesitation. i swept across the field while she hunkered down in a barracade expecting to get a shot off, she fired with her venom cannon a couple of times while i rushed forward, one drifted way off but the second landed right on target, luckily only killing one marine
i put my marines into assault with her termis and in one swoop took out the entire squad, 12 unsaved wounds, butchering her poor Gaunts before they really got the chance, they had there counter but it failed, only taking down one marine. the venom cannon laid down another heavy blow that struck my marines, taking one more before i assaulted her Warriors.
Her Warriors were the difficult part, due to some really bad rolls i had failed to make several wounds before i had lost all my marines and my sgt was routed (thankfully, i had killed two warriors) leaving just my uninjured Sgt and her Warrior, i made a hail mary shot with my pistol as i charged back, actually wounding the blasted thing before we were in assault again!. her Rending claws were nasty but luckily i had scathed from bieng hurt a couple of rounds. but my last attack made absolutely no wounds, and then she rolled two six's on her rending talons, obliterating my Marine.
what i realized after the fight is that unlike normal tabletop games, when i took my pieces away and was talking with everyone else, was that i never felt the tinge of guilt or uncomfortable regret of losing, i was strangely proud. i felt this surge of intense pride for my little marines for putting up such an incredible fight. It felt like even though they had lost, they had given it their best, and there wasn't anything else that could have been done. there wasnt the dismay of not owning 'Super Awesome Kill Guy 1' that cost 4,000$, there wasn't the feeling that i was beat by a player without skill who just had alot of money to blow on the rarest, biggest units and i was just stuck with my mediocre soldiers due to bieng lesser.
In the end, i walked away with this shivering thrill of the fight, i have to admit that i feel that i was right in picking the Blood Angels, nothing thrilled me more than the assault. with numbers on the line and the chances of greatness or failure being as simple as a 3 or a 4 on a dice roll, it got me pumped!. it was like gambling but like the Angels themselves i had nothing to lose, just kill or be killed.
i came away from today realizing that the Story of your army is almost as important as the composition of the army itself. you have to like the armies history and their heritage, otherwise those wins and losses don't mean anything to you, they're unenjoyable, because in reality the only thing that dictates a win or loss is mostly blind Luck.
My Epiphany was today, I was playing a 'League' game at my local store, its a 200 point league system that rotates upwards 200pts every week, i just got started recently and i haven't really understood why there's all this fluff in the WH40k story, i've had big following games before like Battletech and D&D but even then the story didnt make the game, they were just two seperate aspects that i enjoyed.
I was competing against my friend and her Tyranids, she had 11 Termigaunts and 3 warriors one with a Venom Cannon, and i had 10 RAS marines. At first i thought i was gonna get pummeled, but she had this concern of engaging my marines, so i struck first for her hesitation. i swept across the field while she hunkered down in a barracade expecting to get a shot off, she fired with her venom cannon a couple of times while i rushed forward, one drifted way off but the second landed right on target, luckily only killing one marine
i put my marines into assault with her termis and in one swoop took out the entire squad, 12 unsaved wounds, butchering her poor Gaunts before they really got the chance, they had there counter but it failed, only taking down one marine. the venom cannon laid down another heavy blow that struck my marines, taking one more before i assaulted her Warriors.
Her Warriors were the difficult part, due to some really bad rolls i had failed to make several wounds before i had lost all my marines and my sgt was routed (thankfully, i had killed two warriors) leaving just my uninjured Sgt and her Warrior, i made a hail mary shot with my pistol as i charged back, actually wounding the blasted thing before we were in assault again!. her Rending claws were nasty but luckily i had scathed from bieng hurt a couple of rounds. but my last attack made absolutely no wounds, and then she rolled two six's on her rending talons, obliterating my Marine.
what i realized after the fight is that unlike normal tabletop games, when i took my pieces away and was talking with everyone else, was that i never felt the tinge of guilt or uncomfortable regret of losing, i was strangely proud. i felt this surge of intense pride for my little marines for putting up such an incredible fight. It felt like even though they had lost, they had given it their best, and there wasn't anything else that could have been done. there wasnt the dismay of not owning 'Super Awesome Kill Guy 1' that cost 4,000$, there wasn't the feeling that i was beat by a player without skill who just had alot of money to blow on the rarest, biggest units and i was just stuck with my mediocre soldiers due to bieng lesser.
In the end, i walked away with this shivering thrill of the fight, i have to admit that i feel that i was right in picking the Blood Angels, nothing thrilled me more than the assault. with numbers on the line and the chances of greatness or failure being as simple as a 3 or a 4 on a dice roll, it got me pumped!. it was like gambling but like the Angels themselves i had nothing to lose, just kill or be killed.
i came away from today realizing that the Story of your army is almost as important as the composition of the army itself. you have to like the armies history and their heritage, otherwise those wins and losses don't mean anything to you, they're unenjoyable, because in reality the only thing that dictates a win or loss is mostly blind Luck.