So last week end was BOYL20 (sort of), like every year, it was the occasion to see the band and have some quality gaming, I keep saying that every year but BOYL gets a little better every year.
Like you can see above, Whiskey Priest was seemingly here first and in a jolly mood...
...only to find out Axiom had arrived at 5 in the morning to set our first game of the day :
The game was surprisingly an historical game of Napoleonics which everyone enjoyed but the one french guy, the figures were splendid though, worth what you'd find on the Perry twins' tables !
As ever, BOYl is the occasion to have a nice chat with some of the legends who built our hobby and Heofthreenames and yours truly were absolutely delighted when a booming voice from across the central tent called us "YO J-DOG, L-DOG ! come right here you horny pair of doers !" That's just how friendly these legends are and how awesome we are.
Curis finally had the opportunity to spend quality time with the mighty Bryan Ansell and ask part of his 73 point question list including :
- Isn't the value of +3 elites 1/2 a point off in warhammer armies ?
- how can I make my hair that big ?
- Why fat sharks ?
Now after all those jours of gaming, strategy and emotionnal roller coaster, we all had earned some well deserved rest at the local pub where the group's pair of womanizers had to fight their way to safety as usual due to the mass hysteria their charm caused.
Second day, Whiskey Priest got here at 3 AM to be the first and he was. For the next 6 hours.
Now when he learnt it was BOYL, Nico (that bloody hero) quikly painted 2 little forces, flew and parachuted to Newark and played an 8 hours campaign of anthology before returning home for dinner, that guy is just as god as they say, he's the freaking best there is.
Sometimes a simple skirmish game is all you need to let the steam off :
Lopedog's evil twin photobombed the group pic for the laughs.
Shoeba9, Airborne Grove and myself started our 2 days game of Horus Heresy, it was bloody, savage, brother killing brother, spilling blood across the laaaand, killing for religion, something I don't understaaaand.
There came an awkward moment when Gillian (our GM for the day) asked us an embarassing question about our army lists which none of us found an answer to...
Like usual, Kev Adams, that genius legend, was here to offer custom sculpts for charity, having nothing under hand, Colin, Lopazitor and myself, grabbed the first 3 models we found in the nearby cabinet and had our exquisite faces added onto the models :
It's been a few years now, we all know that Post Boyl Depression is a thing, and this year was no different, it struck hard, some of us cried, some of us hid in the nearby cemetary talking to ghost cats and Lopette just snapped and lost it the poor guy...
I don't want to be the guy stirring the knife in the wound for those who couldn't attend, but like every year, BOYL20 was a blast and definitely the best edition ever.
