Waking Dead

For anyone that followed my Twitter updates over the weekend, you’ll know that things didn’t quite go according to plan. After getting kicked about the hall all day Saturday, I was in pretty bad spirits come Sunday morning.  Then someone decided to kick me in the nuts just for fun. I was quite looking forward to clawing back some dignity by playing another weaker build, but lo and behold I was actually facing off against a ringer with a top-tier Dark Elf list. ‘How?’ one might ask. Because he missed two games on Saturday through illness and ended up on the bottom tables for game four, that’s how. Oh, the humanity.

After getting kicked about a bit more – admittedly through making a horrendous error of judgment when declaring charging order – I found myself on the very bottom table for my last game. Clearly my opponent had not had a great weekend either, so I did the only decent thing I could: crush him mercilessly.

I scored a massive win (he only took 112 points off me) which took me out of the bottom five and up to the heady heights of… 113. Still, it’s not dead last, but it’s clearly my worst ever performance at a tournament. Elsewhere the rest of the Cocks suffered just as badly, with Mike and his Orcs & Goblins finishing one place above me in 112th, Radders’ Wood Elves at 76 and the Vampire Counts making Chris the biggest Cock in 60th. We finished dead last in the team competition though.

Despite all of this: despite gauging the power level completely wrong; despite making small but costly mistakes; despite setting up in front of a Skaven gunline with no cover; despite playing a banned Lizardmen list… Despite all of this, I had a great time. I’ll be back next year no doubt, this time with something that requires a bit less finesse and a bit more power.

So that’s me done for tournaments this year. I’ll be back in January for the Warhammer World 40K Doubles, but in the meantime you might be able to catch me and the Cocks at the Warlords club nights. That’s if they let us in, of course…