Brass Lords on the Ice

We used baking soda for snow and regretted it immediately. It migrates. By turn three the Berzerkers looked like they had been fighting in powdered sugar. Cinematic, if you squint.

Space Wolves want the same fight World Eaters want, which makes the game a knife fight in a phone booth. Angron and a Thunderwolf brick traded in the center. Both died. Khârn did Khârn things, including clipping his own unit on a bad pile-in. I laughed. My opponent laughed. The Blood God, I assume, also laughed.

Final score tied on primary. We called it a draw, swept the baking soda into a bin, and I still had time to slap contrast on a Terminator before bed. That is a good Sunday.