Call of Duty: Black Ops.
Stupid Steam!
As soon as you start playing with plastic toy soldiers, you start to accrue the annoying bits of sprue. The studious gamer may well look at them and say, “Why throw all this plastic out?”
I throw it out … Continue reading »
I remember well, those millennium of old. Where the Dark Eldar were a feared foe in the galaxy. My appearance on the battlefield would cause dismay and whole armies would crumble at the thought of facing such a fast and ruthless enemy. They’d whisper to me, my Agoniser poised for the decapitation, “who are you, that could move so fast and strike so quickly”. Marines, those slow moving clumsy shoe-box bound men, whose tactic was to drive very quickly and storm out of their rhinos, rapid firing and assaulting. My warriors were cannon fodder to their bolters, but who was to care, for it lured them into harms way and the precious wyches would pounce, appearing from over the horizon, sqealing with joy as they fell on the hapless marines, left flat footed.
This is taken from the Darkson Designs website:
"It is 1946. The greatest conflict mankind has ever known has entered its seventh bloody year. Tens of millions have already fallen, yet the war rages on. No corner of the globe has been spared, the shadow of battle hovers above every land. Millions have been left homeless, driven from the charred carcasses of once great cities. Millions more cower beneath the iron heel of foreign rule. Awesome weapons of destruction rain down upon the earth, blasting the land itself into a blackened cinder. Mankind stands on the edge of midnight as the wheel of history turns toward its darkest hour."