They are in the thick of it over there, up to their asses in foetid muck, covered in preternatural sores - and that's just Noah! Everybody else has some other army appropriate condition they're suffering from. We might talk about a gently swinging censer, or the cool, sterile interior of an XV25 Stealth Suit. This is their second crack at the hobby, and it's taken root largely because they're focusing exclusively on Warhammer 40k and not splitting time between three or four Games Workshop systems at once. But already, in the manner of Wormtongue, I have begun to sow dissent.
