So, I just had a badass moment in Warhammer Total War of all things.
I had just Confederated with Zhufbar, meaning I have to deal with AI-forged settlements and make them not shit.
But before I could do that, Oakenhammer, the outpost right next to the undead lands of Sylvania, came under attack from a near-full stack of walking corpses.
It had a tier 3 settlement, and a Ranger Outpost, meaning I fielded 2 units of Longbeards, 2 units of Miners, 1 unit of Rangers with Great Weapons, and 2 units of Quarrelers.
I fought against nine units of Zombies, six of Skeletons, Mannfred Von Carstein himself, a unit of Fell Bats, a unit of Dire Wolves, and a fucking Vhargulf.
I was, in a word, fucked. But I figured, what the hell, autoresolve says I'm fucked, may as well try and see how much damage I can do myself. Set up my front line, Quarrelers in the back, Rangers covering the flank. Cursing the AI for not building WALLS, I stood.
And somehow, seven units held against an army. Held for long enough I managed to not just slay the Vhargulf, a feat in and of itself given I had no anti-Large aside from the RAngers, who were keeping the Dire Wolves and Fell Bats off my ass, but to kill Mannfred himself, and stand off the rotting tide long enough they collapsed without a master.
I can't stop giggling.
Total War: Warhammer, if it wasn't clear enough.