We’ve been deep in Warhammer: The Old World prep lately, because Michał is getting ready for a tournament with 50 players — which is honestly a fantastic number and exactly the kind of event that promises tables, noise, and photos...
There’s something in this hobby that just hits differently when it comes from the second-hand market. We’ve talked about it a lot lately, and Michał put it perfectly: buying old used models and giving them a second life is just...
Army-building evening: Orcs & Goblins vs Chaos Dwarfs
We had a short but very on-brand chat recently about one of the most Orcs & Goblins topics imaginable: how much control they should actually have on the table.
When a Pursuit Becomes a Teleport: Boar Boyz, a Cannon, and the Rudest Rule in The Old World
We had one of those very classic army-building conversations recently: it started with a rules question, immediately drifted into balance talk, and ended exactly where these things usually end — with us disagreeing about whether a unit is fun, oppressive,...
Small army-building decisions, big hobby energy
A very short game, and a very good one
We love those little hobby experiments that start with a single sentence and instantly paint a whole game plan in our heads. This time, Stas dropped exactly that kind of idea into our chat: an experimental list for tomorrow, and...
Battle report time
First 1000 Points of Orcs & Goblins – and the Warmachine Dilemma
We love it when a game tells its story this clearly: six rounds in three hours, a lot of momentum swings, a few bad decisions, a few glorious ones, and in the end Stas walked away with the win. And...
Wilini had one of those hobby moments we all secretly hope for: opening up a forgotten stash and realizing it might actually be treasure.
We recently fell into one of our favourite hobby rabbit holes: browsing old Warhammer Fantasy Battle minis online and arguing about which ones aged like fine wine, and which ones absolutely, gloriously did not.
A small slice of hobby life from our chat this time: a bit of league scheduling confusion, a bit of summer-calendar pain, and then suddenly — a very charming detour into old-school greenskins.