Yes, I am still alive. As mentioned earlier, I have been pulling annoyingly long extra hours at work. Due to COVID, we are down several (dozen) employees currently. Some had to take L.O.A. as they are high-risk, some quit, at least one went "nope, I'm done," and took early retirement (more power to him).

But this doesn't mean I'm not at least thinking about stuff. After all, the new 40K rules and Chapter Approved 2020 came out! ... and my Renegades and Heretics army got nixed. No points costs for them means the army is pretty much gone. So I spent four days contemplating how to mod them into ... IMPERIAL GUARD (I don't care if their name changed, they were the Imperial Guard for most of MY warhammer hobby lifespan, so the Imperial Guard they shall remain). Then, in the middle of trying to decide which Doctrines to take, I came up with a stupid/silly idea.

I give you Well-durr and Orkville, the Wrong Brothers! Well-durr (Weldur) is, or rather was attached to the PDF on the planet my Grot Waaaagh started on. When the Imperial forces were destroyed/fled/whatever, he got left behind. Being an ogryn, he could survive where a human would wind up a slave or worse. Eventually he linked up with Orkville the gretchin mek, a teamup that resulted in some rather spectacular explosions and some broken Ork flyers. This got them dubbed 'The Wrong Brothers' by a pissed off ork flyboy, and the name stuck...

In game terms, Well-durr and Orkville the Wrong Brothers are a Big Mek with Shokk Attack gun.