Welcome to Grimdark 40k Wargaming, Ventura County!

The Grimdark 40k "Grimdorks" are a bunch of hobby nerds based out of Ventura County, that love building amazing cinematic battlefields, killer looking custom armies, and having a blast doing it! We mostly play One Page Rules, Grimdark Future and Firefight with lots of Warhammer 40k armies and 3D printed models. Come join us on our game nights, every month at Madewest Brewing in Ventura, CA, for some great beer, great games, and heavy metal!

Meet the Armies of the Grimdark 40k Future!

Alien Hives

Galaxion- Hive Tyrant of Hive Fleet Galaxion, Splinter Fleet of Hive Fleet Kraken

Wins: 6

XP: 13

They are coming, and you really wish they weren't.

Unfortunatly, they came.

Deff Skullz Orks

Grungefist- Ork Mek and Captain of DeffSkullz Warband

Wins: 6

XP: 15

Even in his earliest moments as a spore Hobknob was different. He floated closer - angrier than the rest of his fellow spores. He floated with menace, malignance, he floated with a vengeance. Punkgrog, a respected one of the boyz in his own right took note of this. "Thems gonna be my boss one day you see - the way he floats it's an inspiration to us all."

And then he spawned.

Terror reigned in the Catachan sector, Grungefist fisted everyone his eyes could see, and, whether they liked it or not, he fisted them all. His warboss, Neebly Bugnug, wary that someone fisting this well was a threat to his authority and his claim on being warboss, sought to calm Grungefist down. Neebly Bugnug was summarily fisted.

Fisting of course, in the orc sense, is somewhat different from how we as humans use the word ourselves. Fisting is, in the orc dictionary (if there was one) the act of using ones fist to crush, smash or otherwise pulpify something. It can also mean the human definition of the word. Whether this is intentional or not is debated heavily in some fringe intellectual circles within the imperium.

One day during a particularly heated fisting session, Hobknob took note that the imperials may not be enjoying fisty time quite as much as he was.

"Could stop perhaps," he suggested.

"PLEASE PLEASE, DEAR GOD PLEASE," the imperial screamed

"Something for something mayhaps, fisting is quite fun - I live for fist"

"There is a starmap hidden in this base it leads straight to the heart of imperium. There are many people there - millions you can fist - take it and spare me please. I can give you the access code - it's right here."

Grungefist was intrigued. He took the access code.

He didn't spare the imperial though. He laughed at him, spit on him and then thoroughly beat him to death with his fist.

Grungefist's navigator wasn't too sure about the map.

"Uhh boss I don't know if this is a good map boss."

Grungefist REALLY isn't the kind of person who you can explain things to.

They followed the starmap and ended up in Nostramo. Nostramo is definitely not the heart of the imperium and even someone like Grungefist can figure that out.

"Uhh I guess I missed boss"

Grungefist ate his navigator.

But Nostromo was still a place, and it was a place with living things. Living this can be eaten, crushed, and are generally useful as targets for unwarranted acts of violence. Grungefist knew he had the map - but this was fine for now. He had a run in with Gobsnot, a formidable warboss in his own right and they formed an agreement. For a new navigator Grungefist would hurt things for Gobsnot. Grungefist kept the map secret. He didn't know that this was exactly where the map went but then again Grungefist wasn't terribly bright, he was mostly just terrible. If Gobsnot knew of the map he might want it for itself, and Grungefist wasn't about to let anyone get to fist more than Grungefist.

Bad Moonz Orks

Bogsnot da Klawhammer- BadMoonz Ork Warboss

Wins: 5

XP: 10

Bogsnot has controlled the badlands outside of Nostramo Quintus for longer then anyone can remember, and Orks don't count good too much. He is cunning, ruthless, and puts his enemies skulls on the mantle of his cozy hobbit hole where here likes to study old maps, eat cheese, and dreams of starting a beet farm someday on a forgotten moon somewhere.