I forgot to add these pics from the Alamo 40k GT back in May. I took my 1850 Khorne CSM army with some khorne daemon allies. Here was the list:
Chaos Lord - mark of khorne, juggernaut, axe of burning blood, meltabomb, plasma pistol
10 Chaos Space Marines - 2 meltaguns, champion with power axe, meltabomb, icon of wrath
7 Chaos Space Marine Bikers - 2 plasma guns, champion with power axe, meltabomb, icon of wrath
10 Chaos Raptors - 2 meltaguns, champion with power axe, meltabomb, icon of wrath
Heldrake - baleflamer
Maulerfiend - ripper tentacles
Bloodthirster - 2 greater rewards
The Friday before the tournament started, we hit the riverwalk running...
Courtesy of a buddy we had an amazing room right across from the alamo itself.
We played about 3 turns of a massive 2x2 game using makeshift terrain and stayed up way too late.
I didn't have my "bleary-eyed" photo filter on so this looks way clearer than how I saw it.
GAME 1 - 5 DEMON BAG
Game 1 was against a 5-demon bag army with a thirster and great unclean one leading the group. This was actually my first game against one of these armies, and I found out pretty quickly that you really need your own MCs or a lot more shooting to have any kind of chance against a build like this.
I made the best go of it and ended up scoring a few points but did lose the game.
GAME 2 - TAU
I played against a mixed tau army with Khorne daemon allies. Interesting mix, but I ended up getting a good-sized win.
GAME 3 - NECRONS
I was matched up against Will for my last game and he was rockin a necron army I didn't know he had. There was a minor misunderstanding regarding some rule of mine, and it ended up screwing Will over early in the game. Still, he hung in there and we had a tough match to end the day.
Nothing a couple three absurd beergaritas couldn't fix.
I actually crashed at a decent hour Saturday night and arrived at the venue ready for Day 2.
GAME 4 - DAEMONS
Then, off to a nearby mexican restaurant for some whaaaayt cake.
GAME 5 - CHAOS DAEMONS
My last game was against goddamn Mike, my ride home! So to keep things civil, I let him win. And our maulerfiends hugged it out:
And my useless cultists took a free moment to send a signal to their patron god while they waited for imminent soulgrinder death: