I spent the first 45 minutes or so admiring the handiwork, and biting down my jealousy that Steve has a man cave and I don't. Reader I had proper bilious green Shed Envy.
Anyway, eventually there was a game to be played.
I had hoped to field all greenskins but failed to find the mojo to paint anything new, and while I could just about have scraped together 3,000 points it was (to my mind) very character heavy and lacking in fighty green bodies. So in the end I swapped out the level 4 Orc shaman and a few other bits for a unit of nine Ogres.
We rolled up battle line. Actually we rolled up Watchtower, but decided that wasn't the fun we were seeking for the first big game in the Hall, so we re-rolled.
Sadly I was so overcome with the awesomeness of my suroundings I completely forgot to even think about deployment and in fact forgot about the Ogres entirely until most of my army was down. Which led to a less than useful deployment all round with stuff behind other stuff and things generally in the way.
And then we were off.
To be honest my memories are a little vague of what exactly happned and the pictures don't help much. So I think I'll just stick them here with a few ribald coments underneath and then wrap up afterwards. Hope everyone's good with that.
No doubt a more triumphal version of events will appear over on Stevo's blog shortly.