In da end, sorry ta say, Yagora was forced ta redeploy to da rear, despite some fantastic punchin', shootin' and choppin' by da boyz. Well played, Joe!

"Don't worry lads! Dis Trukkasaur's runnin' so fast, dose Demons won't hit us on anyting but a 6!"

"Sarge, dey're rolling thirdy dice..."

Old Zogwort (rolling the first of many double "1's" to follow), blows up da heads of some of 'iz boyz. He redeemed himself later by throwing handfuls of snakes into da demons, den getting torn to ribbons by one uv da Heralds of Khorn.

Death in the Nursery

"Dere's Demons in Egg Valley!" Da cry rang tru da mud huts of da Yellabelly villages like stool tru a gretchin! Da Yellabellies loves dere snakes, squigs 'n at, and dey doesn't like it when Demons comes jumpin' in ta take 'em. So when Joe Urban's Demons (borrowed from dat punter Nick), teleported in, Yagora and iz boyz came in guns blazin' ta teach dem a lesson.

Right Good Thumpin'

Me Boyz 'n me wuz gonna talk to some fings dat was suppozed to help uz get better shootas 'n Truks 'nnat. So we met dem at da big rock on da hill in Shite Valley. One waz a fuggin Space Marine what smelled like me old socks, and de udder was some likkle red fancy boy on a mechanical Squiggoth of some kind. Before we could say anyting about where wuz da free shootas, dough, dey starts tearing into each udder. What a loverly surprise! I wuz feelin a likkle left out, dey wuz havin' all dis fun and I wuz jus' standing dere by dis big rock. So I called me boyz and we gave dem a right good thumpin'. We took all dere shootas afterwards, a' couse, so it wuz a perfect day all around. We iz feeling all good 'n big 'n happy. Nuttin' like a scrap to start yer day off rite.

Nick's demons play can-opener in the middle of the field. In the foreground, my Killa Squigs fought forever against one of the Rhino Rider things. In the far left, demons have teleported into Joe's vehicle park. My Squigs (the undisputed kings of this game for me) hurl grotzooka bombs into the red-skinned mob...

Yellowbelliessssssss!