Last Wednesday night I played a game of Warhammer agasint my friend Terry. In that game my general the mighty champion of chaos, the Deamon Belakor, was quite happily castin magic spells left right and centre, befroe sending himself into the realm of chaos by miscasting a simple magic ball of doom. The battle went downhill for there for me, and despite a spirited attacks by a badly wounded horde of nurglings agaisnt a chariot. I lost, even if I almost managed to cause enough damage to my own army as Terry did.
Its funny how war goes. Next time Terry, next time.
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