About a week ago I went to another edition of Battle of the Clubs. I always go to these events mainly to help support and represent my club and not so much because I actually feel the need to compete on a national level. I can count myself lucky though, since it seems almost everyone I meet who does come to compete has something to complain about. It's either the new scoring system, the increasing number of guard players, the terrain, the overpoweredness of grey knights and space wolves or the sportsmanship scoring system.
So, as said, I count myself lucky and am just thankful for the three cool battles I experienced as a non-competetive BotC attendee.
|Nids. Why doth thou vex me so?|
First up was a tyranid list. It was a last minute change-up from what originally was meant to be space marines. I always have trouble with tyranids because nobody at our club really plays them and since they're an army that pretty much has it's own special rule for everything, I am constantly surprised by what my opponent is capable of. Which is kind of a bad thing if I remember my Sun Tzu quotes correctly. Nevertheless, early in the game I made the completely wrong call to charge defilers into his big monsters which pretty much ended my chances of killing them. The battle was a massacre.
|An uncharacteristically heroic unit at the bottom grabs the objective in the nick of time.|
The second battle was a minor loss against a counts-as space wolf terminator list The battle ended on turn 5 at a point where I had just been able to move my last scoring unit onto my home objective. I had lost almost everything else in the battle, but thankfully 40k rules state that you've only actually lost the game if your opponent has more objectives than you. The tournament rule that a draw becomes a minor loss if the victory point difference is big enough swung through in my opponent's favor though. Great game nontheless and exciting till the very end.
|So much blue on so much orange! This was my least favorite table color so far.|
Last game was a draw against ultramarines. This was the first time I was actually winning the match. I had claimed 2 out of 3 objectives while my opponent had only 1. Or that's what I thought. My opponent had strategically neglected to inform me that a scoring unit that was near my second objective wasn't actually within the required 3 inches. This made me feel incredibly stupid, but then again: for me it's the moral victory that counts. Knowing that you can win a match as long as you remember to keep track of tiny details such as this is good enough for me.
In the end I guess the biggest reason why going to Battle of the Clubs was a good idea is the fact that I have now finally managed to finish all my terminators.
|Look at them! They're so pretty.|
Death to the False Emperor!