We revisit Games-Workshop on day fourteen
to check out their shambling Zombie Horde.
No adventurer is safe with these guys roaming about. No dungeon without a distant moan of insatiable hunger. No village un-plagued. These guys are definitely an option for any fantasy tabletop skirmish of the undead-kind. Each box is littered with miniature assembling goodness and allow for each horde that much needed variety that their soulless taste buds just will not quench. Flesh is flesh... stupid zombies; you can't polish a turd! Field these guys and their flesh-bag opponents will be wetting their armours and weeping into their griffons' manes; cursing the gods that they have to war against and inevitably succumb to such an all-consuming threat.