The Raw Dogger, the Salty Banana, Phat J Sleaze (NOT FAT), the Bitter Banana, the Fat Banana. I’ve been given many titles in my life, though, the most important title I’ve received is that…. of friend. Hello all, it’s been a while since I’ve written anything for Frontline Gaming. 6 years to be exact. 6…
Warhammer 40,000: Darktide is already grimy, but the Hive Scum update somehow manages to make Atoma feel even more lived in.
Masks unsettle even veteran commanders in the 41st Millennium. Sometimes they beam lasers, or whisper madness, or bottle souls forever.
Every Chapter lives by duty, yet Black Templars live by oaths carved into their very gene‑seed.
The Warhammer Relics event didn’t just deliver jaw-dropping previews.
There’s no better background noise for a marathon painting session than the glorious chaos of Warhammer TV.
Time moves fast when you’re sneaking through ruins under the shadow of a plasma cannon the size of a cathedral.
Fellow sons of Russ (and those wise enough to respect Fenrisian fury), it’s a glorious time to be a Space Wolves player.
If you’re the kind of player who loves watching the table slowly turn into a plague-ridden swamp of despair, then good news—Death Guard are back with a vengeance.
The World Eaters are charging into the spotlight with their latest codex, offering fresh strategies and enhanced gameplay for Warhammer 40K enthusiasts.
