Region-Barren wastes of Prestonpans.
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This one time prosperous area of Terra was today ravaged by appearances of hordes of mutated animals and gross human forms supplemented by the appearances of Chaos Marines teleported in from the other side of the galaxy
|Prestonpans 2216-nothing's really changed.|
22nd century Prestonpans was a far cry from the quiet Edinburgh suburb of 2 centuries previous but after being combined by an alien infested government 100 years previous into a mass urban sprawl that had Mega City as its twin town, it has turned into a barren landscape infested by alien species and fauna,ruled over by the various gangs and factions as the civil population had long since headed for the sunnier climes of other planets.
|Sam Burn's yard 2216 style.|
|"So how's the life of a rock star Ray?-All Snacks and Candy Mike!"|
Dave's o'Brien's pal Bill was given a force of Tallarns who went by the name L.R.D.G-The Long Range Dessert Group but were definitely no soft centred muffins. Mike P being definitely Mr Macho was given a Goliath gang hoping that he would build on his previous victory and last but not least the man of the moment,Colin,decided to stick to the norm and sent his Escher girl gang into the fray.
Dave P's gang hoping to build on his previous game came face to face with a chaos marine in his first random encounter suitably accompanied by some sly sniggering from Bart.The scene was set.In typical gang fashion he fired at it with everything he had but it all just bounced off the marine who just cackled with every hit but in true David and Goliath fashion was dispatched by a lowly juve armed with a measly pistol.That put the smile back momentarily on Dave's face especially with the 300 points he had just gained.
Mike decided to climb up high in order to gather any loot and shoot everything from the safety of his high perch which went okay until he was confronted by a s**tload of giant rats straight out of a James Herbert novel.This didn't seem an obstacle until his leader's melta gun decided to dry up.His men now became ratbait.
|Who ya gonna call?|
|Typical a gang.s first outing and wasted|
And Bart he just cleansed and burned everything in his path which is just a normal day at the office for him. Whether it be redemptionists,T34s or Polish cavalry there is only one plan-go forward and kill,kill,kill.
Lunch arrived served up by my favourite barmaids and the morning's play was debated over some nice steak pie and curry(not on the same plate).
|Look Dave,my gang is going to rape,kill and eat your gang but not necessarily in that order.|
|Care in the community|
|"Like a virgin"|
Mike had become stagnated up in the upper reaches debating calling Rentokill to get rid of his rat infestation that was confronting him.Mr Ray was wondering why the entire rock band Kiss(both past and present) were heading his way making him eventually bottle out and head for the safety of the nearest bar.
Colin's ladies were heading for the centre ably bolstered by Mad Donna only for her to come to a sticky end melting into a glorious heap of molten makeup.Donald's Dunfermiline boot boys effortlessly made their way through ruined buildings infested with some alien plant life dispatching mutants along the way, only to be confronted by an appearance out of thin air by a chaos marine but once again due to a salvo of shots and lucky dice rolls managed to reduce him to scrap metal.
|I wonder how the Pars are doing?Quite well without you Donald,and Bill's pondering why Genestealers have lots of claws-the more to shred you with.|
Dave P's initial success was the highlight of his day as his men in their endeavour to reach the hidden prize seemed to walk into every trap,gurgling pool and every ambush out there making his gang the first to head for the hills.To make up for his disbelief he was given charge of the Planetary Law and Order Department or P.L.O.D for short hoping he would arrive and arrest Bart's Redemptionists who were just cleansing and burning which should be at least be worth 20 hours community service.As has just been said Bart was just igniting everything in sight in true Bart style.
|"When the foeman bears his steel!"|
|"We uncomfortable feel-Tarantara!"|
|Donald wondering if he can get the dreadnaught tax free?|
|Another day of burn,burn,burn.|
Although a few ales were consumed coffee was provided throughout the day by our hosts making it a bit more sedate than the bride to be's hen party in nearby North Berwick where I believe a fair part of the world's red wine was consumed.
Most of the scenery and figures were supplied by my partner in crime Dave O'Brien,a lot of which was used a long time ago in a galaxy far away and should be familiar to Necromunda players of yorn.I chipped in with some scenery and figs whilst my son Stephen who couldn't be there due to work schedule provided the cultists and a couple of excellently painted chaos marines who albeit turned into cannon fodder.
We hope to have another get-together in a couple of months for another multiplayer game with ideas of either Back of Beyond,gangsters,cowboys or some other suggestion.
See you when I see you.