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  1. Citizen Insane

    Post Errata Grange

    So post errata, what match ups are you taking Grange into instead of Thresher? Is it still a kick off vs. receiving decision or are you looking at it captain by captain?
  2. Still playing Farmers and throwing support to my first love, the Butchers! Same line up I have brought to my other games: Grange, Peck, Tater, Windle, Harrow, and Jack. My opponent fielded Obulus, Dirge, Silence, Ghast, Brainpan and Memory, and Mist. We played this game using GICs. Farmers took Crack of Dawn, and Morts took Near Death Experience. Grange kicked off and turn 1 began. Ghast charged Grange, knocking him down and dealing a few points of damage. Grange stood up and returned the favor, knocking Ghast down, popping Honest Labor, dealing a few points of damage himself, and forgetting to put down a Harvest Marker. Fortunately one of the Markers put down for Crack of Dawn was in position for Windle to spend later after Peck and Jack pushed him up with Quit Slacking! After Grange Obulus jogged down to pick up the ball, entering Tater's Counter Charge range. Tater knocked down Obulus and Silence, but the Old Spook was able to pick himself back up and dodge his way into position for the next turn. Turn one ended with Tater surrounded by Silence, Mist, and Dirge, and Windle jogging up, eating a Harvest Marker, and killing Ghast. 3 - 0 Farmers. Turn two Obulus dodged into range with Grange, got his needed momentum, and shot a goal. He then dodged back into the scrum at the center of the pitch to add pressure to the very wounded Grange. A fan handed the ball to Jack, who then dodged onto the nearby Harvest Marker and added his crowding out to Obulus and Brainpan. Jack successfully Crop Dust'd Obulus and Memory. Grange knocked down Obulus and Brainpan and put up Honest Labor. Mist left the Tater scrum and positioned himself for the tackle on Jack. Tater killed Silence and left Dirge with 1hp, and was then engaged by Ghast. Windle ate a harvest Marker left by Jack, then promptly killed Obulus. Turn two ended 8 - 4 Farmers. Turn three Mist tackled the ball away from Jack. Jack countered, tackling it back, forcing Mist to tackle again and leaving him with no momentum to take the shot. Mist kicked the ball towards the goal. Tater killed Dirge and put more damage on Ghast. Brainpan took the ball and shot a goal. The ball was kicked out into space, far away from any players. Grange knocked down Brainpan and Mist, leaving a Harvest Marker for Windle. Obulus couldn't get in range of Windle and failed a Puppet Master on Jack. Windle lumbered up and killed Brainpan, ending the game 12 - 8 Farmers. Another victory for the Farmers, and another vote for Butchers Gutter!
  3. I am currently playing Farmers, but throwing my support in this event behind my beloved Butchers! This game I played Grange, Peck, Tater, Windle, Harrow, and Jack, and my opponent brought Rage, Strongbox, Benny, A&G, Minx, and Mist. The game lasted three turns. Turn one, Grange kicked off and the ball was passed over several activations to Mist. Harrow was killed by A&G, who were then killed by Windle, who then softened up Benny, but couldn't finish him off. 2-2 Turn two Mist scored, and a vengeance token was put on him. Jack was handed the ball by a fan. Grange finished off Benny and went after Rage, followed closely by Windle who ate a Big Breakfast and killed the psycho. Turn ended 7-6 Farmers. Turn three, Mist tried to take back the ball, but failed to hit Jack. Jack countered and with the help of the vengeance token, he knocked Mist down and double dodged away, killing the ball for the rest of the game. A&G charged back in but couldn't finish anyone off. Tater killed Minx, then charged Greede, killing him as well. Windle turned on Avarice ending the game 12 - 6 Farmers. Victory for the Farmers, and another vote for Butchers Gutter!
  4. I am currently playing Farmers, but throwing my support in this event behind my beloved Butchers! I played Grange, Peck, Windle, Tater, Harrow, and Jack, my opponent brought Fillet, Princess, vOx, Boar, Meathook, and Minx. We set up using alternate deployment and Grange kicked off. The ball was promptly ignored and a massive scrum was developed in the center of the pitch with Tater, Grange, and Windle on one side, and Fillet, Boar, Meathook, and Princess on the other. Boar successfully pushed Grange into a position that protected Fillet from Windle, and turn one ended with Princess killed by a Big Breakfast'd Windle, and Meathook bloodied badly. 2-0 Farmers Turn two Windle killed Fillet and Meathook, netting another 5vp (with Big Breakfast again). VOx and Minx murdered Harrow and the ball continued sitting alone and afraid. 7-2 Farmers. Turn three Grange and Windle tag teamed Boar for another 3vp, Tater's Counter Charge was unsuccessful in saving Harrow from vOx's rage, and then is massacred himself by the newly returned Fillet. Favorite moment of the game happens with Peck Sic 'Em charges Fillet for a massive 1 Momentous Damage. She counters and kills the bird. 10-7 Farmers. Top of turn four Grange engages Fillet and vOx, knocks them both down, puts up Honest Labor, and softens up both targets. My next activation Windle lumbered over and took out vOx, ending the game at 12-7. Victory for the Farmers, and another vote for Butchers Gutter!
  5. The pig’s carcass hit the butcher’s block with a SLAM. Marrow’s eyes shot open. She had fallen asleep standing up. “Get your ‘ead on straight, girly. You may ‘ave been called up to the pitch last night but your arse is still a bloody butcher. The work won’t bloody do its bloody self, so get fuckin’ choppin’!” Every fiber of muscle in Marrow’s body hurt. She slowly stumbled to the table, retying her apron around her back. She stared at the corpse in front of her. The pig was still warm. It had been bled, but no one had taken the time to gut or skin the damned thing. Of course not, she scoffed. Why would they when the bloody rook’s here to take care of it. “Every job ‘as its dues,” her mother would have said. “Ain’t nothin’ so special ‘bout you as to make you skip payin’ yours.” She took a skinning knife from her belt and ran its edge along an oiled whetstone. The song of metal on stone filled the room, mixing with the low ringing in her ears. In the ringing she heard the crowd. She had never experienced anything like the roar of that crowd. Since she was a child she had gone to the games and sat in those stands. She had cheered herself hoarse for her team, the Butchers, but nothing, no Cup wins nor bitter defeats had prepared her for what it would be like on the pitch. The ground shook from the cheers. Her stomach was in her throat. She had never been more scared in her entire life. What did she think she was doing? She was an alternate’s back up’s replacement, barely even a rookie! But that night, the stars aligned. Her team needed her, and she was not about to let them down. Marrow cut in a circle around the pig’s anus, then used the bladed hook at the knife’s tip to slowly slice down the pig’s length, concentrating painstakingly on keeping her stiff hands steady. One slip of the razor-sharp blade could puncture an intestine and ruin the meat. She cut until her knife hit ribs, then reached in, and gently removed the offal. The heart, liver, and stomach she set aside, the rest she dropped unceremoniously into a large bucket. An intestine ruptured hitting the bucket and the room filled with a rank odor. Marrow gagged, willing her meager breakfast to stay in her stomach. The horrid stench hit her almost as hard as it had the night before. The action on the pitch was too fast and brutal for Marrow to follow. She had no idea how disorienting the real thing would be. A quick save from Tenderizer was the only thing that saved her from committing the grave sin of an own goal. The shame and embarrassment of what could have been still burned her cheeks. A few plays later and a chance to redeem herself was presented. Grey-haired Ox charged Graves, stripping the ball from the Mortician and knocking him down. Marrow was open and started running down the pitch. Ox kicked, placing the ball perfectly in her path before returning to his butchery. Marrow caught the ball and sprinted forward, but was hit by a solid wall of stench. She collapsed in a heap, the ball scattered away and was recovered by the Union striker, Mist. The stench got worse, and she lay on the ground retching while Mist effortlessly shot the ball past Tenderizer and into the Butcher’s goal, making the score ten to six. A shadow fell over her. Marrow looked up slowly. A giant stood above her, a wooden coffin raised high over his head. She rolled aside just in time as the pine box slammed into the ground next to her. Marrow shoved the noxious smelling bucket to the other side of the room. Distance helped a little, but she still felt sick. She pushed through and turned back to the carcass. She slid the blade in a circle around a foot and began slicing gently down one leg. A spasm ripped through her arm and her knife slipped, cutting deep. Blood from an undrained artery splashed across her face, still warm. She grinned, muscle pains forgotten. Marrow looked down in shock at her white-knuckled hands, her knives hilt deep in the striker’s stomach. Mist stared back at her, his haughty smirk replaced by a grimace of anguish. His blood dripped from her brow. Then she remembered. The ball! She glanced around and found it, just a few paces away. The rest of the Morticians were descending on her, she had to act now. She kicked her blades free and dodged away. She recovered the ball and sprinted as fast as she could. She was quickly surrounded, there was no way she could make it to the goal. With a whistle, Shank appeared from the wings. She saw a gap and kicked with every remaining ounce of strength. The ball sailed through the oncoming Morticians right to Shank. He leapt, and with a single deft movement, kicked the ball directly into the goal. The crowd went wild. A take out and an assist to win the game. Marrow had never been so proud in her life. A knock on the door shook Marrow from her memory. She turned, expecting the supervisor. Instead, she found herself face to face with the Captain himself, an ancient dog stood shadowlike next to him. He stared at her, wordlessly. “Captain! How can I help you, sir?” The young Captain looked down at the dog besides him. “After your performance I had my reservations about bringing you up, Rook. But Princess here convinced me otherwise.” He grinned at her. “Finish this pig and report to the practice field, Marrow.” He took a step forward and patted her shoulder with a wink. “Welcome to the Butchers. It’s going to get much worse from here.”
  6. Citizen Insane

    Steven's Guilds

    Howdy, y'all! I've been watching these forums for a while now, and have been meaning to start sharing some of my work, but MAN some of the minis I see on here just make me want to bury my brushes! But finally today I had a new camera in the house for a job tomorrow and thought I'd do some test shots, so here we are. First up are my Butchers. They all have a few touch ups to do after transferring them to new bases, and I want to add a little more blood splatter to a few of the bleed-loving players, but besides that I am pretty pleased with how they've turned out. I am working on my Brewers, I'll throw them up here as I finish them. Enjoy! Family Photo: Fillet, the love of my Guild Ball life: Brisket: Meathook: Shank: Ox: Boar: Tenderiser: Princess and Boiler:
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