Up on the hill Sir Chuffingthorpe looked down into the ruins of Happitoon and wondered where his contact was. The jolly chap on the end of the Vox had said that he was in bound but that had been some time ago. He had all these lovely gifts waiting to be picked up and all he asked in return were some of the bits and bobs that had been left lying about in the ruins. He certainly wasn't going to waste any energy looking for the damned things when there were plenty of other idiots only too happy to go scrabbling around in the ruins. Besides he might bump into that hoighty-toity elf. Nothing worse than a bit of competition to ruin ones afternoon Gin session.
The scavvies had been particularly naughty this year and a curt letter from Santa had informed them, in no uncertain terms, that they weren't getting anything this Christmas. However, they had found out where Santa gets all his gifts from so had decided to cut out the middle man and steal them all for themselves.
Commisssar Dingle had forgotten to get anything for the regimental chrsitmas do. His commanding officer had put him in charge of the presents for the medical staff and he's been so busy executing deserters that it had completely slipped his mind. He'd grabbed the first squad he could find and marched them off to the nearest civilian supply depot (I think they might be called shops) and ordered his men to grab some supplied from the ruins that they could exchange for gifts.
The Scavvies were the first to find some abandoned doo-hickies and cheer hoarsely as they decided to head straight to one of the shops and spend all their pennies immediately.
The marines fixed the scavvies in the ruins and after opening up with their devastating bolt guns, very few of the scavvies were left standing. The scavvies started to withdraw in the opposite direction in some haste!
Under orders from Grax, brother Cardigan sheepishly approached the Elf with his loot. The elf asked him to wait and returned with an armful of brightly wrapped packages. 'Wow! Hey guys look what I got!' whooped Cardigan as he returned to his brethren. After explaining the process all the marines suddenly became very agitated and stomped off into the ruins to look for more loot.
The guard advanced cautiously into the ruins, still unsure of what exactly they were supposed to be doing, but if a Commissar gives you and order....
An even scarier apparition appeared at a ruined door way and the trooper panicked and started blasting everything in sight. There ability to hit anything was abysmal but they lit up the ruins very prettily.
The scavvies dealt with the Helpers and started to close on Santa himself. 'Bollocks to that!' shouted Santa as he declared his bad-ass-ness with volley after volley from his cracker-gun.
The surefooted fire of the few remaining troopers finally took down Hellthron who ended up face down in front of troopers Vegas and Norris.
The remaining troopers withdrew with some loot pilfered from one of Helthrons warband and headed to the shop.
The Magos from Helthron's war band charged up the hill, waving his axe-wrench above his head screaming in binary. He made straight for the Scavvy Prince who side stepped the axe wing and downed the mags with embarrassing ease.
Trooper H. Umbug finally got the better of Santa and knocked the old duffer on his back. Santa swore impressively as expired and declared with his last breath "I see when your sleeping!"
Trooper Norris continued to eschew any cover and gunned down the remaining few members of Helthron's warband. No one fucked with Trooper Norris. He was just too cool. SO after dealing with the servitors he simply turned round and dealt with the Scavvies. The Ogryn charged Dingle with a roar, Dingle didn't even blink and parried the swing of the big abhuman's ripper gun.
Dingles superior fencing skills meant that he bested the big lumbering bodyguard and Trooper Norris and Umbug saw off the final Scavvies leaving them in sole possession of the hill.
This was originally going to be just a three way game but with the arrival of two more players at the last minute I threw together the two inquisitorial forces and we set to it. We played each round in random order on the turn of the card giving the game a nice level of tension. The general idea is that there were various piles of loot around the ruins and for each pile a player could take a token that they could exchange at one of the two shops for a pile of 5 presents. After securing one corner of the board with the Elf shoppe, the marines gleefully ferried tokens back to the Elf and scored the biggest pile of presents. Everybody else concentrated on Sir Chuffingthorpes shop which meant they all ended having to fight each other and after a shaky start due to that dastardly plasma gun, they managed to whittle down Hellthron's war band and then dealt with the remnants of the scavvies and poor old Santa. Much fun was had, a truly silly game for silly reasons. It has be said that the poor quality of dice rolling had a huge effect on the game. Quote of the day "these dice are like extra thick condoms, they are only good for prolonging the inevitable!"