Some more people bring me close to breaking my "Not-killed-anyone" record....

The way society acts sometimes makes me want to weep for the future of humanities existence, that is, if weeping weren't such a girly thing to do and I'm so manly, the only time I get close to weeping is when my nuts get squashed by a passing tractor, which happens more than you would think, (because of their large size, ask your girlfriend to describe them, or NASA, since they're one of the many things able to be seen from space)

Some people are complete wankers when it comes to interaction on the interwebz. They believe it a shield of some sort, completely impenetrable, and in some cases, this can be true, hidden identities or with held names, but lately there's been a flood of memes and parodies pretty much making fun of black people and what they say in a particular interview.

A classic (it's the wrong word to use, since classic brings to my mind something good and something that people will want to listen to over and over again, unlike these less than stellar concoctions) was Antoine Dodson:

Hide yo kids, hide yo wife.... Because of this, a new age dawned of making fun of events where people have been interviewed, more typically, black people.

Now, don't get me wrong, Antoine Dodson saved his younger sister from an intruder in her bed, but he began a horrible trend of 'hilarious black people' like Sweet Brown:

The woman was escaping from her burning apartment. Yes, some of what she says and the way she says it is funny, but for fucks sake, the viral rap song about her "hilarious" interview has overshadowed the fact that she barely escaped with her life?!

And the latest "sensation"? Charles Harris. A man who helped rescue three woman who had been held captive for a decade. His video has become so viral, that in many cases people don't even know the heroic actions this man has undertaken:

 

The sad thing is how his so called comical performance is starting to overshadow his heroic act.

The one common and sad factor in this is the trend that these troubled individuals seem to be representatives of the working class people of America and that there seems to be an underlying tone that people just want to see these black under class people perform.

People make me sick sometimes....

MK

My unsound take on warmachine....

Perhaps you've read my post about my disillusioned state with Games Workshops Warhammer fantasy game? No, perhaps you're an uneducated douche?

I'm not stating that to be educated you needed to have read my posts, not at all, what I'm saying is that you're a douche if you haven't. I'm not going to link the post here, in fact, fuck you, sit in ignorance like your family before you and take the blankets and beads you're offered and realise just how stupid that move was. Fuck your stupid treaty, you're pissing the assets away anyway.

So, I'm disillusioned with a game and like any good addict, I've got a new drug, or in this case, more in mind. However, so I don't become disenchanted with them by the time I've written this post, I'm going to only touch on one of them for now. Warmachine and Hordes, or as the general populace of geekdom call it, Warmahordes. Actually, what I'm going to touch on is my choices of armies to play for this game because this is my blog and therefore, I am the centre of this universe.

So, I've got 2 armies in mind. First up (and the one I'm covering in this post) is:

Skorne

So what I like about Skorne is the whole feel of the army. The slow methodical thought process behind it. Of huge beast like tanks plodding forward and not stopping for anything. But in this is the secret of their game. You can play like this, slow and methodical and yeah, you will get outmaneuvered, but there is a lot of synergy within the army itself that allows for this slow methodical grinding machine to suddenly haul balls to you like a scene from Limitless, placing a well honed penis in the asses of your opponents. (This scene was in Limitless, it's on the "Director's Cut" or as he puts it, personal home movie.)

And the models reflect this kind of mental imagery. You think of slow methodical tank like animals and you get what they call the Titans. A race of massive creatures, a lot like our own elephants, if our elephants could walk on 2 legs and look like a wrestler who's amping on steroids......which admittedly is just a wrestler...

And then as these behemoths grow in size they become like a large gorilla, no, not hanging off the side of the empire state building swatting at airplanes, but a large male gorilla seen in the mists raping small reporters who have been lulled into thinking it's safe to be in the mist with them. So these huge Titans, already a reckoning become a Bronzeback. A large wall of fury and hate, looking like Mr T but with better avenues of continuing a supposed acting career.

The imagery of some sort of monolithic juggernaught bearing down on you, tusks ready to skerwer you and backed by those huge freaking arms, and it's hard to see from this angle, but they have SIX of them?! So what sort of person can control this sort of creature? Som strong willed charismatic being who charms his way through life? No.

Meet the Paingivers.

These sadistic bastards are like an ex-wife. They love nothing more than whipping at their beasts, driving them further and further foward through their whips and torture devices. outside of the battle field their purpose is to break beasts, to make them willing and obediant servants. Actually, forget ex-wives, these fuckers are like your mother. Except I'm not pimping out these guys. Think about that for a second as your mother scathes you with her viciosly barbed words, I'm getting other guys to fuck her. Feel better? good, you weren't supposed to.

Skorne basically thrive on pain. Sick, twisted masochistic and sadistic wankers who feel the only way to true enlightenment is through pain. Basically the thought process behind cutters and suiciders worldwide. I like this, it appeals to me in a sick way. I'm all about being sick, like that time I vomited on a dead horse to warm it up before getting my cock into it.


So, the emphasis behind Warmahordes is the caster. Each caster is different in their own respects and changing casters can in fact change the entire way your army works. To mitigate the rock paper scissors style of gaming that can occur, at most tournaments you write 2 lists and can choose which list to play. Having said that, I've chosen my 2 casters.

This is what your Mum sees late at night when I'm with her, big beatsticks in hand

Meet Tyrant Xerxis. He likes hugs, long walks on the beach, sunsets and absolutely smashing your face in with his beat sticks. His play style is basically, move forward, take hits, shrug them off and smash you. In the face, which is where he has now placed your genitals. You are now a dick face.

He plays with a few warbeasts, and ensures his units and squads are able to work autonomously while he marches forward to go hit someone. He has anger issues. He's dealing with them in his own way. His style of play is one of attrition and slaughter. Kill more of them while soaking up enough damage from them to still be operational.

My counter point to Xerxis is the above. Hexeris. He looks to be more of a warbeast heavy style of play where I can get multiple threats going and hit an assassination run (if the caster is killed, that person loses) He plays completely differently to Xerxis, enough that he may even be able to mitigate some of the weaknesses of him.

So, that's what I'm looking at running. Fun huh?

MK