Plot twist, its Gellar Field is failing. The howls of the warp creep in, clawing against the crews minds and their very souls. The light of the Emperor is fading, hope is but a memory as screams of agony fill the cockpit.
And heading to the warehouse so no precious miniature cargo 😭
Who's going to stop you? I assume you mean at organized tournaments? Don't most games take place in private though?
Wait - if you're still getting ready, then who is the guy jumping out of the orange car? You better hurry up before that guy beats you to it.
