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[Manipulate On] Dawn of Woe 2 - We have heard the call to war.
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I never asked for this!
K_A wouldn't be in this thread anyways, because DoW is a western developed game and thus inferior to the Japanese games he does play.
I never asked for this!
The Lost and the Damned codex back in 3rd edition had some rules for traitor guard, it was pretty interesting. You'd have units of traitor guard with a chaos marine as a "sergeant", stuff like that.
dowcodex.com?
Traitor guards might be pretty cool.
I never asked for this!
It certainly wouldn't say anything about it!
Alright...maybe you should put something in there then.
in the name of the emperor
Well, no, I don't think I can now.
gt is randombattle
and i should really be up on the op
randombattle=randombattle
heh
I never asked for this!
We killed the thread
I don't know if other people think it's taboo, but being barred access to ANY content already on the disk just because you didn't preorder the game from a certain store is dumb as hell.
With all this talk about it I figured it must be insanely hard to find, otherwise why would there be so many posts asking the question, surely someone wouldn't be so lazy as to not just google the damn thing. I was wrong, seriously ten seconds of google will find you what you want.
P.S. it's not on the disk already.
Is there a reason searching for games takes forever? I'm probably too used to Street Fighter, where matches occur basically whenever you want them to, but it seems like normal matchmaking takes ten minutes or so. It could be longer, I've yet to play against people online in DOW2.
Yeah, I don't have a team. It's just me searching by myself, does that mess things up?
Also, screw the haters, 40k/Fantasy tabletop is fun times. Sure there's weird dudes, but shit man, nerdery is chock goddamn full of weird motherfuckers. The GW crowd, mad as it may sometimes get, is still a lot of fun to be with.
I do agree with the earlier poster that the 40k rules are all sorts of naff. The current edition is okayish, but it's comical how much better a game WHFB is. The other poster who said that games like BB, BFG, Mordheim, and Necromunda tended to be better than Warhammer was also correct.
It can make things take longer because it has to find you two other players without a team or at least a pre-made team of only two players along with another team of three. If you're already in a team of three, it only has to find three other players rather than five.
No, they're seriously creepy. There's nothing enjoyable about being around them.
Have you ever stopped to think that maybe you're one of them?
No, I'm not trolling. I've found tabletop gamers extremely uncomfortable to be around. Enough so that I never played more than one game of 40k before giving up the hobby. I think that modeling and painting is pretty much the only fun thing about the game.
The first thing I'll say is that everyone has fun in different ways, and this is expressed in no better arena than that of the tabletop game.
It's sad that one game of 40k has affected you so much, but it's very much an area thing. Certain stores will be way more casual about stuff, while others will be a haven of tournament and "competitive" players. The casual groups are the ones I tend to hang out with, but I've been in the Warhammer tourney scene and it's just not a lot of fun. If you experienced shit like rules lawyers ruining the game, then my advice is try and find different players. They are out there, and it's unfair to paint tabletop gamers with the same brush as one bad experience gave you.
Depending on where you live, I could recommend some stores that it might be worth checking out.
Just so you know, I stopped playing Warhammer for like four years because of asshole competitive players and insane rules lawyering, so I totally get where you're coming from. It's very much worth it to find other players, thugh, and Warhammer is a very fun hobby to have.
For chaos I hope they put all the different gods in, or at least 3 (one hero for each). All you'd really need to do is have a regular chaos army and then change one 'special' unit or so, say Khorne would get bloodletters, Nurgle would get rotters etc.
This is kind of what I'm talking about. I don't care about competitive players. I don't care about rules lawyers. I'm talking about the creepers.
You walk into a game store and you cannot see them, you cannot hear them, you cannot smell then, but you know they're there. You can feel their presence in the air. And it feels like social awkwardness. It fills the store, chokes it, makes it unbearable to stay in, and makes you pray that they would just smell. The odor of someone that never bathes or washes the cheeto stains from their fingers is more pleasant than the aura these people emit.
You compose yourself and carry your suffering psyche over to the WH40k minis and pick up a box of tactical space marines. But they catch sight of you, the lust in their eyes making it known that they've never so much as dreamed of feeling the touch of a woman.
The counter is not far away, but it feels like several miles with their eyes on you, all encompassing desire the only thing filling their nerd brains. The cashier looks normal. Very normal. He only smiles and asks if you need any help or if you're ready.
"I'm ready," you mumble, the words barely audible over the talking of lesser nerds painting their minis the best their poor motor skills will allow. But you can feel their eyes boaring into the back of your skull and their lack of social skills continues to fill the air and drain the life from you.
Finally, the cashier rings you up, smiles again, and tells you to have a nice day. You race out the door. In a walk, of course. You wouldn't want to look like you were running away. The door closes behind you and you can breathe again. They're gone, still back inside. They'd be too afraid to follow you out here.
But you turn back to look at the door over your shoulder. The prospect of returning to play seems more frightening than anything you've ever experienced. So you walk to your car, the wind chilling your persperation, which is odd, as you didn't realize you were sweating before.