The five brother-terminators who bear the call sign Scroll act as a support team, teleporting onto the battlefield after the main Deathwing assault in order to react to enemy redeployment and, more often than not, mop up remaining pockets of resistance with concentrated assault cannon fire.
Thanks to an amazing burst of productivity yesterday, all of my tournament models are now assembled, primed, ink washed, and based. That leaves everything looking surprisingly cohesive from arm's length. All that's left is to do the metallics and weapon casings and then it's time to clear coat. Looking good.
"Now, the world was empty on the day when they made it
but heaven needed some place to throw all the shit..."
-At Least the Dark Don't Hide It, Magnolia Electric Co.
Possibly because of the massive amount of cold medication I was taking yesterday, I spent the walk over to last night's PAGE meeting thinking about the stories behind our toy soldiers. In our group, I'm the Dark Angels guy, and that's cool. It's good to be a "guy." Of all of my various miniatures collections, the Dark Angels are the army I keep coming back to, the one that inspires the most enthusiasm every time I take them out of the case even though I've been playing them for years now. I'm trying to decide why that should be.