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Jarrett's Necronomicon 2007 Battle Report
Aftermath So I closed the tournament with a respectable 4-1 record, holding up the Warmonger rep alongside Rob and Kevin with a 12th place overall finish. In the entirety of the tournament not a single player - and there were plenty of great ones - went 5-0, the best records being 4-0-1, one holder of which was our very own Mr. Kopp. I had no illusions that my soft scores were solid enough to prop me up into the top spots despite receiving perfect scores from my first opponent, Jeff, and a best sports vote from Matt. I was still glad that at least two players had a really good time against me, and as I thought they were both great guys that's a big part of what counts. Frankly, I had Rob to win it from round 4 on and told him so, but he didn't believe me... Not until he fucking won it! As several top competitors names were announced I could see Rob's leg shake with increasing speeds, and his face take on the pallor of a sick Russian woman. He took the much deserved best overall, and from everything I gathered had played the best Warhammer of his life to do it. I couldn't have been happier for him - I don't think any Warmongers could - and captured his visage of glory for all eternity: Rob, 10 minutes later... Surprisingly enough we Warmongers managed a collective trophy as well - the Best Warhammer Fantasy Club Cup (or something). As it turns out, we met the minimum number of entrants into a club competition, and our collective scores were totaled and averaged better than any other club. This was super sweet because we had no clue whatsoever that there was even such a competition or trophy, and we beat out the Battle Buddies who comprised nearly all the top spots after Rob. You could see they were disappointed by this gross theft which was awesome, and Todd Wiatt's hard on for the 'mongers swole visibly to new heights. We applauded ourselves loud enough anyway. My flight home was delayed for 3 hours, so Pete, George and I got tanked at an Outback Steakhouse in the airport. Here's a summary: I had time to reflect on my performance, moments of glory, moments of loss, of triumph and disgust. I declined to do this, instead concocting excuses to go to Rob's house and touch his trophy. So, all in all an awesome weekend. I had a few personal snags, but still managed a great time in no small part due to the efforts of the Necronomicon Team. They could run Barnum and Bailey's, and from the Fantasy side of things, everything was near-perfect. We had an ideal finish as always, and helped gloss over the appalling performance of our 40k team who we summarily executed. With that I'm off to kill kittens in front of their mothers. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed this report as it was a massive pain in the ass to complete. Love,
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