by Anonymous Foodie
There are those times when you walk away from the table, and despite having lost the game you have won something else. Some new insight into the game mechanics, perhaps a footnote to add to your own tactics or army list.
And then sometimes you walk away without having a clue as to what the bloody just happened, other than maybe a bad breakout of the dice herpes.
There's no denying that in a game based so largely on luck, there are going to be times where the dice are simply against you, either in terms of terrible rolling on your part, or stupendous rolling from the other side of the board.
I had such a game the other night. Note that this is not to take away from the victory of The Other Guy, who despite being one of the youngest regulars at the north store is turning into someone who can really hold his own. Rather, it's a case of looking back and just not being sure of what I could have done to prevent it (other than loading some choice dice, of course).
Kindly note that while I am doing my best to look back on the game in question, I am doing so through a drug-induced haze thanks to one of my wisdom teeth taking this oh-so-grand opportunity to start moving.
That said, I have to wonder if my overall strategy was perhaps... *ahem*... compromised more than I can recall. But I can't think of any specific instances of "Well, that was stupid".
Point is, sometimes things just don't work like they should.
Example: Full squad of Wyches (plus Agoniser-totin' Hekatrix) charge into combat with a Librarian and a few of his Terminator buddies. With a drug-induced WS 5 (oh fickle chemicals), this should yield one dead terminator from the squad leader, and another 1.5 dropped from the workings of the squad.
So what do I do? Absolutely nothing. Aside from manage to pass the leadership test after losing two of my own.
But it's cool, I can still wear them down. Unless of course I fail a test on an 8, fall back, and get flamed into oblivion the next turn.
And have two other squads fail the same (Ld 9) test to shooting and fall off of another objective a turn later.
At least my Archon survived.
Ah well, what can we do? Hats off to those who have the smile of fate upon them. Maybe next game all of my lances will hit.