Gribblin’s 6000 points of Tyranids faced the combined might of a 3000 point Space Marine force entrenched in a ruined city. The Tyranids arrived in waves in an attempt to balance their massive numerical superiorty.
By closing time we had played six turns, eaten fat bloke burgers, had a drink in the bar, toured the miniatures hall and checked out the shop.
Who won? I dunno, the game could have gone on for another six hours. We didn’t really care too much as it had been a good chance to chuck some dice about and indulge in some gaming goodness!