Count the Seven...
Re: Count the Seven...
Snyggt! En härligt nurglefärg på gubbarna.
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Kul att se alles! Forgeworld-dreadsen är ju trevliga alltså...
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Äntligen hela-armén-bilder! Läckert!
(Ibland önskar jag att det fanns en "gilla"-funktion här på forumet)
(Ibland önskar jag att det fanns en "gilla"-funktion här på forumet)
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Gonka Koff
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- Blev medlem: 13 okt 2008, 10:55
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Hur balla som helst! Dom där vill jag spela mot!
Scatter dice always point to me, which counts as a hit. I've never needed to re-roll to hit or wound. I can preemptively steal my own initiative. My army lists have won Pulitzers. Final note, I'm awesome. -Jon "The Man" Willingham
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Här är mitt fluff till GarageGamers:
Close your eyes. Feel the warmth under your eyelids. Feel it burning like the fever that is spreading through your limbs as you lay here waiting. Feel the beat of your heart in every part of your body as they grow weaker and weaker. Lean back. Rest now…
We know the tainted metal jackets ripped a hole in everything you thought you knew. We offer you another truth. Just lay still. Let it go…
As you feel your breath weakening with every heaving movement of your chest, your limbs no longer yours to command. Welcome death. Embrace it. In death your corpse offers others the possibility to live. You will give life. That is a comforting thought. Sleep now…
As your head rests heavily on the tainted soil that is your battlefield and at the same time our beautiful garden. Feel them move. Feel them fester. Our Fathers beautiful creatures are here to help you pass over. Come now…
Feel our Fathers glory slowly restored by your small sacrifice as your dying body feed hundreds of thousands, gaining strength, growing, hatching, crawling out of you. Watch now…
The rotting decay you thought to be the end…
Is just the beginning…
Close your eyes. Feel the warmth under your eyelids. Feel it burning like the fever that is spreading through your limbs as you lay here waiting. Feel the beat of your heart in every part of your body as they grow weaker and weaker. Lean back. Rest now…
We know the tainted metal jackets ripped a hole in everything you thought you knew. We offer you another truth. Just lay still. Let it go…
As you feel your breath weakening with every heaving movement of your chest, your limbs no longer yours to command. Welcome death. Embrace it. In death your corpse offers others the possibility to live. You will give life. That is a comforting thought. Sleep now…
As your head rests heavily on the tainted soil that is your battlefield and at the same time our beautiful garden. Feel them move. Feel them fester. Our Fathers beautiful creatures are here to help you pass over. Come now…
Feel our Fathers glory slowly restored by your small sacrifice as your dying body feed hundreds of thousands, gaining strength, growing, hatching, crawling out of you. Watch now…
The rotting decay you thought to be the end…
Is just the beginning…
-Inte regelböjspucko, fluffmongo.
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..och där blundade jag och fick svårt att läsa resten. Dags att hoppa i säng tror jag.Röde skrev: Close your eyes.
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Var den så tråkig? Jag är nöjd med texten hur som helst.Kaptenen skrev:..och där blundade jag och fick svårt att läsa resten. Dags att hoppa i säng tror jag.Röde skrev: Close your eyes.
Vann best painted på GarageGamers. Den satt bra!
-Inte regelböjspucko, fluffmongo.
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Jag tror det var ett dåligt skämt, lite Göteborg över det hela Kaptenen 
Kul att du vann BP Röde, välförtjänt!
Kul att du vann BP Röde, välförtjänt!
