You are playing:
You do not have any weapon teams.
Your weapon teams are t2, they are useless, build tankbustaz instead.
Your weapon teams have focus fire, get it. They can also enter buildings. Do not enter buildings unless playing against a tyranid or a scrub because you will lose after grenades wreck your shit.
Your weapon team is cheap, get two and have them cover each other. Or you could stop being a scrub and use guardians instead.
Your opponent is playing:
If he has a hive tyrant he is going to get rippers and kill you. Get grenades.
If he has a ravener, he is going to tunnel behind you. Get into a building or have two weapon teams covering each other.
If he has a lictor he is going to stealth around you. Have units next to your weapon team.
He is going to smash your shit up with a sla rush, put your weapon teams a bit back. If he gets stormboys he is a scrub and there is no way you will lose short of getting kicked. Stikkbombaz can throw grenades over walls.
If he has a mekboy, he is going to teleport behind your weapon team and throw mines at them. Move your team and kill the mekboy.
If he has a kommando you are basically screwed and should not have been building weapon teams in the first place. If you have already build them, keep a detector around because the mekboy can stealth, throw stun grenades, frag grenades, giant grenades, big bombs and giant shotgun blasts. Also he can make other units invisible.
He is going to get his own weapon teams, leading to a standoff until he gets assault marines which will wreck your shit. His scouts will sneak around ineffectually if you have anything supporting your weapon teams.
His guardians will have grenades and those grenades will wreck your shit. His rangers have sniper rifles, and they will wreck your shit. His warp spider exarch can teleport either himself or a group of units around and will wreck your shit. His farseer will force pull your team into the line of fire of his weapon team and destroy them.
I shall amuse myself for a few years waving a sword at raw recruits, then take a wife, beget children, till the soil and undermine the morals of my peasantry by the inordinate distillation of spirits. So, if in 10 years' time you should happen to find yourself in the neighborhood, I invite you to commit adultery with an easy and curvaceous young woman selected from the estate, to drink as much potato brandy as you fancy and to break your neck out hunting as often as you see fit. You will find here a fleshy home-guard officer with a moustache that curses and swears till the earth trembles, cultivates a proper repugnance to Jews and Frenchmen, and thrashes his dogs and domestics with egregious brutality when bullied by his wife. I shall wear leather trousers, make a fool of myself at the Stettin wool market and when people address me as baron I shall stroke my moustache benignly and knock a bit off the price. I shall get pissed on the king's birthday and cheer him vociferously and the rest of the time I shall sound off regularly and my every other word will be: "Gad what a splendid horse!".
-Otto von Bismarck, age 19
shvatio sam da moram snagu usmjeriti prema pisanju jedinstvene i originalne priče čiji se splet odvija otprilike tako da neki gospon ode u budućnost i pročita novine ili nešto i sazna rasplet neke nogometne utakmice i vrati se u sadašnjost i stavi sve novce na tu utakmicu, a novaca ima poprilično, kako bi mogao ujedno izlječiti bolesnu ženu i omogućiti kćeri školovanje na prestižnom zapadnom sveučilištu (kćeri jer su žene nesposobne i naravno neće nikada dobiti stipendiju), ali se dogodi to da kladionica ima veze kod nogometnih klubova i okrene rezultat tako da gospodin izgubi svoje novce i svi budu užasno nesretni. to bi bila socijalno-moralna kritika današnjeg društva ili nešto.
odnosno ići ću spavat jer me boli glava i nadat se da će se nekome svidjet ideja i da će napisat takvu priču i da će kad napiše priču reći kako je ideja bila baš dobra i dat mi visokih pet i onda ću bit baš ponosan na sebe i sretan.
i'm a very impressionable young man. this has its ups and downs. on the one hand, i'm easily inspired by all sorts of idealistic hogwash. on the other hand, watching four rooms has led me to aspire to one day find a dead whore in my matress.
i tako idem ja u dućan i mislim si pa hej baš bi mogao malo nešto orahasto jest daj jao orasi su 50 kuna kila ali čekaj što je ovo pistacio piše 10kn??? pa oke čudno ali štogod i oke budem uzeo dve kile fino fino stavim sve u vrečicu pogledam opet o isuse isuse 10kn/100grama isuse! mislim, sva sreća da sam potpuno zakržljao pa je mojih dve kile ispalo zapravo ~400 grama.
also i have my doubts as to the functionality of not only a firearm but ammunition as well after 14 years in the hands of a person who most likely did not do regular maintenance and spent a lot of that time sleeping under bridges?
inače ako mrzite sumrak žao mi je film je alegorija i u krivu ste!!!