In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only WAR.
Every Tuesday 18:30 til 22:30 in TC208a/b on Park Campus is our meeting time/place. Directions will be posted on the Facebook group closer to term start!
At the UoG Wargames society we meet up weekly to do battle on the tabletop with our mighty plastic armies. We also paint and build miniatures, but we ask that people
doing this make an effort to keep tidy!
We also ask for a £2 charge to use the societies terrain, however if you are here to chat, paint, or play games using your own terrain then there is no charge!
We are also looking at hosting a second weekly meeting to be held at Incom Gaming in the town centre, this will allow for people to play much bigger and longer games than the Tuesday room bookings will allow. This second meeting will be held on Saturdays, information to follow on the discord/facebook pages once we have organised them.
Any questions and you can contact us via email or visit our facebook page, or discord server, and leave a post:
We take photos of each battle, and a ministorum scribe details the conflict across the galaxy on our Facebook page, some pict captures can be found below:
"It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries The Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the Master of Mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die.
Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor's will. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever vigilant Inquisition and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants - and worse.
To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods."