Mad Lemmey's Painting Blog

  "Welcome all to the Buzzard Dome!" "This should be a fine match up Jim, The Splattermore Ravens, a realtively new team under Mad Lemmey, taking on the Veteran Shambling Undead Team coached by the amazing Mocaivius." "These two coaches have been friends and rivals for decades, and even got to a local league final once."   "Be interesting to see where this friendly game goes Jim." "If Blood Bowl can ever be friendly Bob!" Chris and I dug out our Blood Bowl teams. I chose my Splattermore Ravens Vampire team. Chris brought along his trusty 3rd edition Undead (now know as a shambling undead team in 'Season 3' of the present rules). My team 2 thrower vamps, 1 blitzer vamp, one runner vamp, 8 thralls (cheap humans).  Chris had 2 mummies, 2 ghouls, 2 wrights, 2 zombies and a pile of skellies. Good old fashioned croemwd violence shortens the half by a turn!  Chris elected to kick. I recieved and immediately got Lestat the thrower unde...

Mark and Dave came over the Leighton Buzzard for a game of Blitzkrieg Commander IV. Dave had not used his Germans for a while, and I had never used my Poles . My list: We went for 1400 points and an encounter game. A few bits of terrain were placed and we then deployed. My armour was in the centre, to try and deal with the three armoured platoons Dave had brought. On the right, Dave had three Panzer IIs, escorting three Hannomags. In the centre he had three Stug IIIs on the left, Mark had an infantry company, a PAK36 and two Panzer IIIe. He had bought two leel 8 commanders, so same as me, but the absolute killer was the German C-in-C was a level 10. That extra two points on a dice taked you from a 72% success rate to a 91.67%. This gives the Stug IIIs that he commands at least three shots a turn, and they are absolute killers. As if to show their capability, immediately the Germans took out one of my tanks as they tried to head into the cover of the crops. (I forgot my smoke markers...

 Down in the inky depths of Auran, the Terran Diplomatic Corps team swam/floated/powered across a well lit bubble hall.  Wearing a full immersion suit made pleasent change for the Ambassador. He gestured to the tactical map projected around him. "If you look at your briefing downloads, tonight's combatants are Tigerians, whose ships are painted to match their captain's fur. Their uplifted massive felines hunters ancestors come from Terra, but now want nothing to do with humanity, vs Noble Houses of Ascott, who display the human love for dark grey, wedge shaped spacecraft." "So, assembled digniatories, the conundrum for you is who to support. From our tactical satellites, you can see the Tigerian Seperatists and the Noble Houses of Ascott have both had issues with the gravity well malfunctioning at the Ashcott Station. Both fleets have been ripped out of hyperspace and dumped all around the platform. They need either to capture and disarm it, or destroy it." ...