Spent the last few days freezing my patootie off - it rained, then sleeted, then snowed on Monday night and didn't warm back up above freezing until today. I've been working from home most of the week, with the exception of Wednesday, when I managed to get to work. The power to the apartment had gone off with the rolling blackouts, and then failed to come back on. I checked back around 6 PM, and left some beer on the counter when I found the power was still off. When I got home around 11 PM, the lights had come back on, and the apartment air had warmed up, but the beer was ice cold. (So was the computer - one of the fans made a good amount of noise until it got up to normal temperatures.)

Wandered down to the game shop today, and got a chance to play a short game against a mechanized Space Wolves army (generally considered to be tough as nails, since they can take lots of missile launchers cheaply, backed up by psychic Rune Priests all over the place, and with everything else parked in tank transports or as armored dreadnoughts.) We didn't get to play out the entire game before the store closed, but my orks performed surprisingly well, crossing no-man's-land with only a couple dozen casualties. My freshly-painted lootas were shot completely off the board in the opening salvo, and the deffkoptas I'm painting now hadn't come in on the flank, so I can't say much for either of them.

But my battlewagon, sporting a huge spiked steamroller, surged up the middle with a unit of killa kans on the flank, and they absorbed a ridiculous and frankly unlikely amount of anti-tank fire from lascannons, plasma guns, and krak missiles, not doing anything more than scorching the paint jobs I haven't put on them yet. Comment from the Wolves' player was "I was screwed next turn", though honestly he still had a pretty good shot - the Wolves are nasty in close combat and he still had enough troops and Razorbacks to put up a serious fight.

The same player had managed to eke out a very close tie against an army of Chaos Marines just before, though mostly by luck - his dreadnought commander Bjorn was hanging on by the skin of his... armored carapace?... against a huge unit of Nurgle marines and would doubtless have died in another turn.

I'll get some photos of the koptas up as soon as I get their crew finished - right now they're maybe halfway done, with another coat coming on their greatcoat and skin, and the rest of the pants and boots left to tackle. Not looking half bad so far, though.

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