I have returned from a faraway place, with tales of travels and turkey.
The 40k was fun, if a little easy, and the food was good, if a little somatic.

But now, I must utilize my armies, send them forth to crush and maim and kill.
No longer the delicate gloves of playing with children or the tit-for-tat of chivalrous warfare.

I return to the furnace of Ausin, to forge my armies and temper my playing.
I return to the tutelage of the best in the West so I can make all of you proud.

Tomorrow I will be at Dragon's Lair, to slay the beast and smash-aside the tank.
I advance to the field around 2 or 3, not that I expect anyone there.
They'll have scattered like leaves in the face of the recently victorious!