April 30, early in the morning....
Sitting in front of the PC I’m doing a quick search in the Web for information about the tournament...
The only person I can find in the moment is Mike “Cadaver”, he has just connected in Googletalk, but the dizziness from the overnight work has beat my brain in a kill points match by 11-3, yet a part of it is still operational, it types a message…
- Mike, good morning, do you know at what time the tournament starts?
- The tournament starts at 11, you can still make it.
- Great! I will get my army and come, I don’t know if I’ll be able to play but you will see me there for sure!
The dudes in red (my Blood Angels army) are packed quickly with an army list I came up in less than 10 minutes, but there isn’t too much interest by me for gaming today. I’m thinking that I will play if there is an odd number of players and someone ends up single in the pairings.
I am actually more interested in taking photos.
So, the camera is readied for war, batteries are full, memory is formatted, my other camera, a big professional Olympus E-520 will stay on the shelf again and I’ll use my small compac sony thinking that it is more than enough for the job at hand.
With the miniature carrying bag in my shoulder, camera in my pocket, mobile phone, wits, but with not a cream pie in my stomach (since the local bakery just run out – the world is not a perfect place) I’m going towards the Metro station.
It is a long walk to the tournament and one that pass through the ill treated city center “Omonia” square since the train works of the main metro line aren’t done yet and the city’s fastest mass transit system is literally cut in tw. Still with a quick step I can make it just in time to see the start of the tournament.
The view is amazing, the usual 6-8 players of the Greek local tournament has been replaced with 18 people each with an army of 1750 pts. Painted or not the army is legal unless you “bring a Coco-Colla can to proxy a battle tank “as the host usally likes to say…
in a relentless civil war between two Craftworlds.
(For the love of the emperor, who actually goes to war wearing yellow?)
Here he is on his bike “showing off” again to the poor guys
who has to walk (and fleet) by foot to go to war…
Riding in the Land on top of the Land raider
but they do at least march in a line and in good order!
(probably it also weights as much as a duck!)
A bit later the shop is empty and the players head some on their homes, others for continuing the day and some propably on their planets by battlebarge, craftworld and at least one must have used a webway portal.
All that is left are the sound of the dice, miniatures movements and the mass cheers of the players who reminds us of the fun and that serves as a reminder and a hint for the next tournament where we will meet again and once more we will have the same amount of fun.
I would like to thank all the participants, players and organizers for helping in the coverage of the tournament.
See you all again.