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| History and Roster of the Tundric Damned |
| For several years the need to take small, expensive, intricately detailed figurines and march them across various forms of scenery to imaginary death has been an obsession of a friend and me. Hearkens back to GI Joe, COBRA and all the other action figures I managed to melt over the years. Unfortunately, miniature games require LOTS of money, time and artistic skill (or more money to pay for the lack of this skill). Therefore, it has remained an elusive dream... But then GW created Mordheim and the floodgates were unleashed... It couldn�t have come at a better time. I was fried from running campaign after campaign and just didn�t have enough time to devote to anything serious. My friends and I hit on the idea of this as an intro into the world of war-gaming. An intro it was... Every week for the winter months of the frigid north (most of the year) we met in a basement armed with beer, cigarettes and little plastic models. We gathered around a square board and habitually screamed, ranted, cheered and cried as our warbands battled upon the streets of Mordheim. During the course of the year, we kept meticulous records as we noted every change in points and status. These records were of course, lost to mortal hands. However, some of these records remain and have been posted here for your enjoyment. I welcome you to the world of the Tundric Damned... be warned if you enter the catacombs to find us... you will not return unchanged. Nor without a hangover! |
| Meet the Tundric Damned |
| Warlord Wap: This mockery of a human soul tortures us weekly by hosting the bloodletting contests. Armed with PS2, terrain and leather couches we are helpless against the onslaught. Deadly at long ranges he has mastered the art of missile combat and the use of Ogres on the field. Few face him without fearing the worst... |
| General McDumbass: Don�t let that face fool you... good ol� Momma�s boy, he�s not! Master of corruption, his weekly rants to his patron deity render the most resilient of us insensible. His battle madness and fury is held in check only by the interrupting phone calls of his girlfriend. Thank Sigmar for her, else we would all be swept aside... |
| Black Bart the Sober: A sneaky and despicable man. He lurks in the shadows and happily plies us with alcohol seeking to dull our wits! Little does he know of the virtues of Bugman�s Ale and Summit! Black Bart is known far and wide as a patient, calculating opponent. Shrewd and cunning, he weighs each move heavily before committing to it. |
| Gun-Gun the Prince of Shadows: Known for his amazing ability to appear and disappear hours later, he is a formidable opponent. Possessed of a not-quite-stable battle madness, he has been known to swing from wild cackles of glee to keening moans of bereavement at the roll of a dice.... |
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| War Marshal "Killer" Kilgs has all the good qualities of a soldier: loyalty, dogged determination, patriotism, and sound tactical strategies. Those qualities, however, do not run in that order. His loyalty to once owned strategic positions and his dogged determination to possess what he believes are his rightful lands, often override those tactical strategies. Woe be to the antagonist who takes to the field with the Killer, for one never knows which seemingly innocent attack will be the one to trip the mayhem trigger in his brain; fields the Killer takes a liking too are often the ones most soaked in blood... rest assured it is never all his. |
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| Editors Note: Black Bart is too hideous to be viewed by the general public which is why we keep him locked up in Wap's basement. |