Typhus' Zombies!
The Mighty Mighty Minotaurs!
Inquisitor Jackson's Grey Knights!
Hive Fleet Kickass!
'What shall we do for a mission?' 'Nothing, we'll just dogpile on it.' 'Shall we say whoever has the most points of it at the end of the game wins?' 'Yeah, we'll just all run for it like Taylor Swift was in there. Winner gets Taylor Swift.' 'Alright guys, Taylor Swift is in there and we're fighting over her.'
- Custom Mission creation protocol.
Time to get #whitegirlwasted!
End of first turn! Everyone has moved up and the Minotaurs have taken an early lead by knocking a wound off the Hive Tyrant, killing Jon Snow by blasting him off his white Thunderwolf and putting a wound on another thunderwolf. Wolf Lord Gaz is not impressed....
End of Turn 1 and Inquisitor Jackson's Grey Knights drop in, landing in front of the Minotaurs...
The Wolves...
And Typhus' horde...
'I'm just going to deploy in a way that confuses and pisses off as many people as possible' - Ancient Tactical Proverb
Grimnar decides he doesn't like the look of the Dreadknight...
Or most of the Grey Knights army, for that matter. I guess he's still sore about the whole 'Armageddon' thing...
Carnifexes think they've spotted some good biomass... they haven't.
As all four armies converge on Taylor Tower the Hive Tyrant polishes off the wounded Logan with shooting, knocking the Wolves out of the running for the chance to get their very own acoustic rendition of 'Shake it Off'
When an unstoppable force meets a bunch of fearless guys who are quite happy to stand around being bonked on the head by a giant axe...
Inquisitor Jackson returns atop the tower to face the lone plaguebearer... 'Does the Emperor look like a bitch?!'
Bird to the face.
Next up is the sole remaining Grey Hunter...
Bird to the face.
Three thunder hammer terminators charged up the tower. One took a bird to the face.
We're going to need a bigger bird.
The tyrant flies off to blast Typhus, who off camera just annihilated a brood of Carnifiexes...
...and takes a perils, rolls a one on the chart and loses his last wound.
Warriors come sniffing after the tasty, tasty biomass in Taylor Tower...
Only to get blasted off by Plague Marines so Typhus can charge up and... completely fail to kill the long thunder hammer terminator.
Game ends at this point with Chaos having the most points on the tower due to Typhus. The strategy of 'walk up slowly because everything deployed behind the zombies and the zombies can't run' worked out phenomenally as everyone killed each other and more or less ignored Typhus and his friends.
Overview of the end game:
As the battle raged on outside Lord Typhus set his men to guard the entrance to the tower as he made his way inside. Swarms of tiny pestilent insects buzzed in and around his decayed armour, the blessing of Nurgle leaving shallow pools of toxic liquid in the footsteps his terminator armour smashed into the stone floor. He approached the statis pod and gazed through the window at the angelic face within.
'Yessss....' he breathed wetly, the voice of a man wracked with cancerous lungs for ten thousand years a sibilant echo throughout the round space of the tower.
He drew a cracked and worn plastic case from a pouch at his hip, followed by a pen and began to work at the reanimation console. Soon he would hold the only signed copy of '1989' in the galaxy.
