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The Titan Forge

There's no finer moment in Graham McNeil’s Storm of Iron than the great charge of the Imperial titans in the maws of the chaos horde.  In fact, as a strict imperial loyalist, there would be no better compliment to my army than the most awesome machine the Adeptus Mechanicus can muster: the Warhound Titan. 

The time: May 2003; the place: Blantyre, Malawi, standing in my friend James’ garden, listening to the hyenas and my agent emailed to say that my first novel had won the 2003 Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize.  My wife thought we should celebrate by ordering a titan.  Whoot!  Now when someone is as generous as that then I think it's rude to refuse, so titan it would be.  But at the time there were two titans on offer through the Administratum, both from the forge world of Lucius.  I considered my forces, the enemies my men had to face and tried to work out, which titan I wanted: Wolf or Jackal.

I consulted armybuidler and checked out the weaponry, which had names that made multi-laser sound like a pea-shooter: double Barrelled Turbo-lasers; Plasma Blast Gun; Inferno Canon; Vulcan Mega-bolter.

The Plasma Blast Gun looked like it'd be good at deep-frying marines, but I play against tyranids more than anything else and I wanted to roll a lot of dice.

I phoned Forge World, got them to leap frog me over the queue and sent the titan to the house I would be staying at while in London.  It was there waiting for me and a meet ten days later, and after a prize ceremony and a polite little natter with TS Eliot's widow, me and the titan were heading back for some serious gaming in Malawi. 


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