I’m sitting in the living room
introducing my brother to the world of Warhammer 40,000. It’s a wargame using
figurines to act out battles using dice to determine the winner. Each round
consists of moving, shooting, hand-to-hand combat, then retreating. My brother
has chosen my favourite army; the Orks, as there’s more of them; while I am the
traditional goody-goody space marines. On his first go, he’s done an excellent
job of getting his troops into cover as they approach. None of them are in
shooting range, but he has engaged a few of my troops in hand-to-hand combat.
There’s very few troops that I can see to shoot, so I decide to engage his
dreadnought in a close-combat fight. Just as I’m about to begin my go, a third
army comes into view – the Eldar; a super-intelligent alien race that no-one
knows much about. They swoop in and slaughter my marines.
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