Tournament Results: Red Top

Daniel Trump
Jul 23, 2017 · 3 min read

11 am. I am asleep on the couch. I want to wake up, but I took my meds too late and the dosage increased. Mom taps me, Dalton Lewis, on the leg.

“Time to get up if you want to go to the tournament,” she says. I sit up, which requires a Herculean effort. I can’t stand I’m so tired. I lay back down.

“I want to go,” I say.

“You won’t have much fun if you are tired all day,” she says.

I fade out.

I wake up. 12:30 pm.

I call red top, tell them that I am sorry for being late for the tournament.

“I’m sorry,” I say.

“You can make it now,” the store manager says.

I hurry to grab my stuff. I have two boxes of models, and I look through them to make sure I have the right one. I do. I walk outside. We drive to Red Top. I get out my models.

I brought the wrong box of models. I have to go home, get the right models, and get a ride back to Red Top.

Game one: loss.

An hour passes while I get the right models.

I make it to red top in time to play game two against an ork player. He plays very well and has a lot of shooting for an ork player. He has two dakkajets, 15 lootas in a battlewagon, 2 squads of nobs in trukks, 20 boyz, a weirdboy, and some gretchin. He casts da jump and 20 ork boyz show up behind my predators. It is a 1500 point game. I don’t have my spartan, so lascannon shots are at a premium. The predator takes a beating, going down to one wound or so. My turn.

I move my daemon prince, Abaddon, and all 9 berserkers next to the 20 ork boyz. They wreck the boyz. The predators kill some trukks and on turn two the berserkers and Abaddon and the daemon prince kill the nobs inside. I fulfilled my plan — kill the melee guys. Then I just had to outshoot an ork player. Easy, right? Wrong.

He killed my entire army except for Abaddon, who hid in a corner so that I didn’t get tabled. I would have won by a lot on turn 5, but it went to 7 turns, and I counted up my cards. I had nine points. He had ten. I lost primary. I congratulated him on his win, but then I remembered something.

Kill points!

I won kill points nine to eight, which put us at a tie. I killed his warlord and got first blood — because he couldn’t finish off the predator. I won 20–19.

Game two: win.

Game three I played against a nice guy trying his best and working with a first attempt at an army. I did a ridiculous amount of damage on turn one. I killed a dreadnought and a razorback with my predators. I killed a bike squad with my daemon prince and some intercessors with my heldrake. I felt badly after that, but he had good spirits and worked hard and killed the daemon prince and wrecked most of the health of the heldrake and even killed my berserkers and hurt Abaddon before he just didn’t have enough.

Game three: win.

I can’t help but feel that I would have won the tournament had I made it for game one. I really think that I might have had a good shot at it.

Live and learn.

Thanks, and take care, friends.

Daniel Trump

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Daniel Trump wrote the slasher/horror epic Impressions of Suburbia. Buying it is the way he makes money for his writing. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07RPXPQPC

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