Then the second round began, my beautiful tin heads attacked Mr Johan's stoic Death korps with conquest in mind.
Oh, and such joy they attacked with! A joy that ran out in the sand the longer the battle commenced and ended with my lord leaving the bord in shame.
A Good fight it was and fun for all involved... except for those who died. But they were plastic, so noone cares. It was a learning experience for me, making me think about the lord more and his role and uses. Like when he teleported of the table (I love the veil of darkness, really I do) and died horribly because of it. And some other things that I won't mention here. 'Cause I'm a sneaky git who likes his secrets!
But mostly because I'm tired and that bed over there is looking mighty inviting. So I leave you with these words of advise. Do not rush things, think things through. Even when you think that you're going to win. Johan did this the entire game and I did not. And he walked away with a capital victory in his bag.
Until Next Time Children!