tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51466051889314047752024-02-18T22:41:39.878-08:00Songs of our HeroesMartian Bansheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097669111472348959noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146605188931404775.post-70755589795576955432024-01-20T14:54:00.000-08:002024-01-21T05:14:51.272-08:00Scifi Walls from Board Game Scrap<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh08nbjy5r25TAxjwvI6nljkV_CZ6Q_tKRQAYk1LoukuHwbZBZSen4Ouv2U76qOys4kB70pSTZcTaxk2EXMHeZYW5VKHmrYt8nIDGDrnjh0aTvFiyTEsnYT0Ma70IGd9FYq30Ys8Lb7svY7YogeyxlS4br1-CYtoHDma1w1DABOSxQTk3nQHyqkVJy3Fig/s4000/IMG_20240121_074631224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh08nbjy5r25TAxjwvI6nljkV_CZ6Q_tKRQAYk1LoukuHwbZBZSen4Ouv2U76qOys4kB70pSTZcTaxk2EXMHeZYW5VKHmrYt8nIDGDrnjh0aTvFiyTEsnYT0Ma70IGd9FYq30Ys8Lb7svY7YogeyxlS4br1-CYtoHDma1w1DABOSxQTk3nQHyqkVJy3Fig/s320/IMG_20240121_074631224.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p>I got this idea from <a href="http://www.inlgames.com/free.htm" target="_blank">Irrational Number Line Games</a>, an excellent source of kitbashing ideas.</p><p><br /></p><p>Okay, so most board games, and quite a few miniatures games, come with heavy cardstock counters we punch out and then throw away the "sprue". Well, don't throw away that "scrap" just yet. Here, I've cut rectangles so the holes are symmetrical with another piece.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIxdunF4ecBT7manR7GdUGBst7vRyCEC5bVQM_Rkoj5kumMiuvpvwnLHcWFs6J6WIl35Dv4t73wtDwYNyCURp5_JfUVerwzTgk_ntYCyg3G6EvBkZIv5jWmqit7jdJk4qIUVrP7d7SKx0ZA-gCa6LQcZY3IH5GY1J54Rvb41yy3Bw3sX-0ikMF2ODKRdk/s4000/IMG_20240120_143944436.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIxdunF4ecBT7manR7GdUGBst7vRyCEC5bVQM_Rkoj5kumMiuvpvwnLHcWFs6J6WIl35Dv4t73wtDwYNyCURp5_JfUVerwzTgk_ntYCyg3G6EvBkZIv5jWmqit7jdJk4qIUVrP7d7SKx0ZA-gCa6LQcZY3IH5GY1J54Rvb41yy3Bw3sX-0ikMF2ODKRdk/s320/IMG_20240120_143944436.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>Here I've sprayed a matched pair of sprues with silver paint left over from some Mars Attacks saucers I did recently.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2eX6ijueQCZaYNN1lm7IXBEFxUU111La6BfrBQG1A5PFATVP8fh8joqB4vss6t976tjo1U115d5I5evdKTI_Hn9JyHSush5eLR1kbVPQ3hK4JIJM88OlNQjRwZqilgjAYV2lV4YWJbW9pwPZQkn55c82H92DLgaqUnpz-nLCJSE9yb1_1ixsGSGhWwaM/s4000/IMG_20240120_144007607.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2eX6ijueQCZaYNN1lm7IXBEFxUU111La6BfrBQG1A5PFATVP8fh8joqB4vss6t976tjo1U115d5I5evdKTI_Hn9JyHSush5eLR1kbVPQ3hK4JIJM88OlNQjRwZqilgjAYV2lV4YWJbW9pwPZQkn55c82H92DLgaqUnpz-nLCJSE9yb1_1ixsGSGhWwaM/s320/IMG_20240120_144007607.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>The one bit of money I spent on this project was this notebook of colored plastic folders. A whole $4.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg45VbeJFoJK5MXQ2K03ZMfTqmwMJgHuAVMlJZHQGJe6MZVfYBOZBsTBeq4Ph-bUgIOPQI2Jhm9MxpdO1Dli-lJun9VadDgAh6Gpn51Rqky4Bn_EILHdfniRNq-LLnGFpRZV1-RO4N3ftISCacuStcuTawUaCVQajQN8psDNDY33XbcdjOr8ni-qnNp5aM/s4000/IMG_20240120_171627195.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg45VbeJFoJK5MXQ2K03ZMfTqmwMJgHuAVMlJZHQGJe6MZVfYBOZBsTBeq4Ph-bUgIOPQI2Jhm9MxpdO1Dli-lJun9VadDgAh6Gpn51Rqky4Bn_EILHdfniRNq-LLnGFpRZV1-RO4N3ftISCacuStcuTawUaCVQajQN8psDNDY33XbcdjOr8ni-qnNp5aM/s320/IMG_20240120_171627195.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>Then I just cut out a rectangle of plastic and glue it to a "wall half" with CA.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTfxikqD629ax2kORWEiN_QTIVs64kE5CV30R8CWKknCodI9bxt06namcgVzornpulCSo5g68qSd3vwb2Mn_VkMEsKp83xtaSErlvLlSXzx-9CAckIfXYliBu0TSvEFhJi2HvBNmkgW5YivBmA9YCWgHU67SU0yyW137SmDIj6RJ7N5FRMxZmdF1g1elc/s4000/IMG_20240120_174840892.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTfxikqD629ax2kORWEiN_QTIVs64kE5CV30R8CWKknCodI9bxt06namcgVzornpulCSo5g68qSd3vwb2Mn_VkMEsKp83xtaSErlvLlSXzx-9CAckIfXYliBu0TSvEFhJi2HvBNmkgW5YivBmA9YCWgHU67SU0yyW137SmDIj6RJ7N5FRMxZmdF1g1elc/s320/IMG_20240120_174840892.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>Glue the matching wall half sandwiching the plastic, add some feet to get it to stand up, and I have really inexpensive, decent looking, modular sci-fi walls.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUjc1UbHwZSCbwmFOud-1xc2VT3LQy4pnZWuTQ3YrDobjnm44gGR8UgQ5ffOGAvH8xQx7B9QFy91s26XPS5Lra1MopNjcmmHFH6GBkiLsT5GttsoDQtDodinfAIxGbzh-OMXmwVTr0Fty68dJPHxm6SklOWcUTlIUzXYXmFdh6Kixg-MVRWa1kZJ04r8g/s4000/IMG_20240120_172929187.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUjc1UbHwZSCbwmFOud-1xc2VT3LQy4pnZWuTQ3YrDobjnm44gGR8UgQ5ffOGAvH8xQx7B9QFy91s26XPS5Lra1MopNjcmmHFH6GBkiLsT5GttsoDQtDodinfAIxGbzh-OMXmwVTr0Fty68dJPHxm6SklOWcUTlIUzXYXmFdh6Kixg-MVRWa1kZJ04r8g/s320/IMG_20240120_172929187.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Martian Bansheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097669111472348959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146605188931404775.post-10508097025999560842020-09-07T13:58:00.004-07:002020-09-07T14:02:14.047-07:00Christmas Scenario<p> I was cleaning up some files on my laptop, and found this gem from three years ago, back when I painted some old Grenadier C'thulu detectives and gangsters.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSzu3cYN44ykanjS0Bk6WE4ttF8U4VCEhl5Lq_aFh6Dv6VN50HzqhNBO9cwkBALJ3ayWx-YhoW8ErHG9hwElzB7semQeY_x1CmenKT2PHiF-6-aYYB5HytioiAnoE3aA6gBfe1xGUezfM/s4160/IMG_20200825_170506098.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3120" data-original-width="4160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSzu3cYN44ykanjS0Bk6WE4ttF8U4VCEhl5Lq_aFh6Dv6VN50HzqhNBO9cwkBALJ3ayWx-YhoW8ErHG9hwElzB7semQeY_x1CmenKT2PHiF-6-aYYB5HytioiAnoE3aA6gBfe1xGUezfM/s320/IMG_20200825_170506098.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-99f1f740-7fff-f237-c4d7-0811a7ae78bf" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #fcff01;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">December 23</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="vertical-align: super;">rd</span></span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #fcff01;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">The tenement of Mary and Joey Baggadonetts, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.</span></span></span></p><span style="color: #fcff01;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #fcff01;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Mary was decorating the corner of the tiny studio apartment she and Joey had designated, “Da Nursery”, when Joey burst through the door.</span></span></span></p><span style="color: #fcff01;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #fcff01;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">“Pack yer tings Mary, we gots ta get outta here.”</span></span></span></p><span style="color: #fcff01;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #fcff01;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">“Whatsamatta Joey, is da heat on?”</span></span></span></p><span style="color: #fcff01;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #fcff01;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">“Woise, da Iggles is playin’ da Cowboys dis weekend, an you know what dat means...”</span></span></span></p><span style="color: #fcff01;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #fcff01;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">“King Harry gots da Romos comin’ ta town! Whadda we gonna do, Joey?”</span></span></span></p><span style="color: #fcff01;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #fcff01;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">“We’s gonna go up North”…</span></span></span></p><span style="color: #fcff01;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #fcff01;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">“Wheah up North, Joey?”</span></span></span></p><span style="color: #fcff01;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #fcff01;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">“Ta Nazareth.”</span></span></span></p><span style="color: #fcff01;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #fcff01;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">“But Joey… I can’t make dat drive! Da baby is gonna come any second now!”</span></span></span></p><span style="color: #fcff01;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #fcff01;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">“An so’s Harry… wit’ da Romos.”</span></span></span></p><p><br /></p><p></p><p>Anyway, I have no idea where to go from here. If I somehow make this into a game, I'll probably use Larger Than Life from Two Hour Wargames.<br /><br /><br /></p>Martian Bansheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097669111472348959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146605188931404775.post-77323073377634829092020-08-11T17:33:00.001-07:002020-08-11T17:33:59.647-07:00Martians invade Pennsyltucky<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><p>Just before the COVID lockdown, I bought some Warlord US Infantry at a flea market, and painting them occupied me for a while. I'm in Michigan, and we're still mostly locked down, so gaming at the local store isn't an option. Not having a WWII opponent, I unpacked the Flying Frog Martians I use as 5150 Hishen and decided to solo game a monster movie type scenario. The rules I used were 5150: Star Army 2nd Tour, from Two Hour Wargames.<br /></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Dateline: August 10th, 1950, </span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">S-Mart Shopping Center, Pennsyltucky</span></p><p>The Pennsyltucky National Guard has been deployed to the shopping center in response to a Martian saucer landing in the parking lot. First squad is on the left, second squad on the right, and a medium machine gun team in the center, across from Cooter Liquors.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIik3jzlClnzeotvEYj9VPUqxl_BUg8r8AyRzgReVw12EOOM5p6VoCByj9f670XkpKsa_Df2950W647PZN89xkpoTY7V8JhtdfHMheAK7N-f8SznEyleZZ9s1CkU2n8eRQzaIVff-vHoU/s4160/IMG_20200807_153740646.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3120" data-original-width="4160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIik3jzlClnzeotvEYj9VPUqxl_BUg8r8AyRzgReVw12EOOM5p6VoCByj9f670XkpKsa_Df2950W647PZN89xkpoTY7V8JhtdfHMheAK7N-f8SznEyleZZ9s1CkU2n8eRQzaIVff-vHoU/s640/IMG_20200807_153740646.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>Turn One: US wins activation and the two squads advance to the parked cars. Two PEF (Possible Enemy Force) turn out to be "just a case of nerves". A third PEF comes out of the liquor store and resolves as a squad of Martians. In Sight tests were taken and the National Guardsmen opened fire.<br /></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-qVvhwMURHvPCD3WC5wYe67CWCo-rIlHMlYB5yU22BKDGtG-fP9ZV2NHEwKSWoUrb2IfwWNblktPgbpPnC0qfpO9n28HvGUnckTl1zGk8m1vf-8lSOgAcHqDidhoFbctNJfbzI2hmkcQ/s4160/IMG_20200809_182356448.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3120" data-original-width="4160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-qVvhwMURHvPCD3WC5wYe67CWCo-rIlHMlYB5yU22BKDGtG-fP9ZV2NHEwKSWoUrb2IfwWNblktPgbpPnC0qfpO9n28HvGUnckTl1zGk8m1vf-8lSOgAcHqDidhoFbctNJfbzI2hmkcQ/s640/IMG_20200809_182356448.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>The gunfire sent three Martians OOF (Out of the Fight) and the survivors ducked back into the store.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYjn1m3Kr7x_pvQW5TSvj7OTpeU4jdR1e3dSmo4SC8Dok4FWpxtei89YHEVoUY6uNtSkbWxqNuYKlqJ3rsdlgXmkccdGu7KEFjLFXpk235cLttH04rn9QXYvrEj-uXOuSYwIEE63CphwU/s4160/IMG_20200809_202929847.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3120" data-original-width="4160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYjn1m3Kr7x_pvQW5TSvj7OTpeU4jdR1e3dSmo4SC8Dok4FWpxtei89YHEVoUY6uNtSkbWxqNuYKlqJ3rsdlgXmkccdGu7KEFjLFXpk235cLttH04rn9QXYvrEj-uXOuSYwIEE63CphwU/s640/IMG_20200809_202929847.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>On the next turn, the Martians failed to activate, while the Guardsmen advanced for an assault.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgicgghgMXKbXz9ldNBG0-ZAx1JTaB7Hc9vr1bhv6WaS0grIhVJSaR_2FaKZTRNe7O2_5Sy2wj5PB7IeoinMDoFvrPVR8b8Hr7ipi_uOXbMMQUzSG8bcIcotUkXX1OicP94Dp6pgVUCV2I/s4160/IMG_20200811_192843347.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3120" data-original-width="4160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgicgghgMXKbXz9ldNBG0-ZAx1JTaB7Hc9vr1bhv6WaS0grIhVJSaR_2FaKZTRNe7O2_5Sy2wj5PB7IeoinMDoFvrPVR8b8Hr7ipi_uOXbMMQUzSG8bcIcotUkXX1OicP94Dp6pgVUCV2I/s640/IMG_20200811_192843347.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>On Turn 3, the Martians won Activation and opened fire on First Squad, causing several casualties. The Guardsmen, who failed to activate, broke and ran.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiEpb5RRPNAezLLgF9A66bgbI5ijO42aJg5Wucswb4ewhuAWBuJApB1IFNcfiTjGoZ8RHmG2JuvIVSfqTHW0LNNAFUjD4Jt4QWiuCnqbzJlco1GYHbtxZQJd6PNpFY_WGYVVy0TlFHN2M/s4160/IMG_20200811_193459866.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3120" data-original-width="4160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiEpb5RRPNAezLLgF9A66bgbI5ijO42aJg5Wucswb4ewhuAWBuJApB1IFNcfiTjGoZ8RHmG2JuvIVSfqTHW0LNNAFUjD4Jt4QWiuCnqbzJlco1GYHbtxZQJd6PNpFY_WGYVVy0TlFHN2M/s640/IMG_20200811_193459866.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>Turn 4 saw the Martians activate first, so they came out of the liquor store and then they also won the In Sight test, opening fire on Second Squad. The Guardsmen took a couple casualties and then also ran away, leaving the Martians victorious.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQlB4hEmOrNWoZHucYk05eOn-aMqivY7em-WnHj-4w4qpvGl2ghh-IcowvI3i_DmHknecM1XFlVHzueq4fX-K6euCuXCYGpqWpFhMLLYmINtfVCH3NLPWqJIzJMJkd8rNvHGihb3-f6X8/s4160/IMG_20200811_194231465.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3120" data-original-width="4160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQlB4hEmOrNWoZHucYk05eOn-aMqivY7em-WnHj-4w4qpvGl2ghh-IcowvI3i_DmHknecM1XFlVHzueq4fX-K6euCuXCYGpqWpFhMLLYmINtfVCH3NLPWqJIzJMJkd8rNvHGihb3-f6X8/s640/IMG_20200811_194231465.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p>Martian Bansheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097669111472348959noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146605188931404775.post-43902632012101883122019-04-07T13:05:00.003-07:002019-04-07T13:22:03.981-07:00The Ride - Scene 2: Leaving Town<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="https://songsofheroes.blogspot.com/2019/04/the-ride-introduction-and-opening-scene.html"><< Scene 1: Opening Scene</a></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Leaving Town</span> <br />
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Lieutenant Christophe found Sergent Josué checking the privates' job of packing supplies for the journey, and asked "How soon before we're ready?" Without looking up, Josué replied that everything would be prepared once he'd secured one last item from possibly making noise. Stanley and Oliver, the two privates, looked on silently, their faces a mix of apprehension and determination. After a moment, the Sergent stood to attention, saluted, and said "All is secure, Mon Lieutenant". Christophe replied "Good, let's go" and lead his tiny unit towards the garrison exit.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Legion at the west end and the PEFs at the east end.</td></tr>
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Leaving the garrison and entering town proper was an unnerving experience. Old, familiar streets now had an aspect of menace - Christophe wondered what Vichy spy or band of thugs lurked around every corner. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Turn 1 - Legion exits the garrison and the PEFs all advance.</td></tr>
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Knowing that shepherds kept their herds of goats among the treeline
north of the city overnight, Christophe reasoned that any threat would
be detected by the animals.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Turn 2 - PEFs fail to activate.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Turn 3 - PEFs still don't activate, the Legion swings wide to avoid two of the PEFs.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Turn 4 - The legion gets into the woods while the PEF's dice refused to cooperate. Turn 5 saw both sides sit immobile.</td></tr>
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Coming to a gap in the treeline, the Legionnaires were hesitant, being unsure as to whether something lurked in the bushes ahead. Knowing that they needed to make good time, Christophe decided that the need for rapid movement outweighed the possible danger in the bushes. <br />
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<i>Some gaming trivia: My dice have both a tremendous love of the dramatic, and a deep hatred of me. Figuring that if I can get past this one PEF (please let it be nothing) the game's in the bag. Naturally, my dice had other plans.</i><br />
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Crossing the open ground, noise and motion erupted from the bushes in the form of three of the Raisouli's men - mounted and charging the Legionnaires.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Turn 6 - Hoping the PEF would be "just a case of nerves", the Legion emerges from the woods and gets a nasty surprise.</td></tr>
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As quickly as Lieutenant Christophe could give two orders, "Fire!" and "Retreat!", the Legionnaires acted in unison. Two of the three Berber horsemen went down even as the soldiers sought shelter from the charge. The third Berber chose to press the attack regardless, but four fixed bayonets brought him down.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The initial Test of Wills saw the active Legionnaires fire while the inactive Berbers charged.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A horseman is formidable, but not so much when facing four bayonets.</td></tr>
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Short of breath, Christophe was relieved to find that his soldiers were all unharmed. This relief was short lived as figures emerged from the shadows, but came back quickly when the new potential threat was merely merchants and the journey was renewed.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Turn 7 - the PEFs close in while the Legion fails to activate. Luckily, the PEFs resolved as civillians and "just a case of nerves".</td></tr>
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<br />Martian Bansheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097669111472348959noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146605188931404775.post-40067855768705664552019-04-07T06:16:00.000-07:002019-04-07T13:07:11.295-07:00The Ride - Introduction and Opening SceneI'm currently at my Dad's place near Ocala, Florida, and 99 percent
of my gaming stuff is up in Athens, Georgia, so my gaming has been
nearly non-existent. I did bring my French Foreign Legion and Berbers
with me, and found some spare time.<br />
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I've been fascinated with the USMC legend of <i>Billy Port's Ride</i> ever since reading <i>Warning of War</i>
by James Brady nearly twenty years ago, so that's the inspiration for
this little campaign. USMC legend has it that back in 1941, Captain
William Port was tasked with retrieving Marines scattered across much of
China because the 4th Marine Regiment was pulling out of the Shanghai
legation before the Japanese got there.<br />
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Due to the
minis and terrain I have with me, this campaign will be the story of
Lieutenant Christophe of the Legion Etrange retrieving Legionnaires
scattered across French West Africa because the Berbers are being
encouraged by Deutsch Afrika Corps and the Vichy French to kill or
capture them. This is entirely fictional, so real world geography, especially distance, will be gleefully ignored, as will historical troop types and strength. This is all about the story.<br />
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Because this is a solo campaign, I'm going to use the combat system from Two Hour Wargames' <i>Colonial Adventures 2e</i> and the campaign system from <i>Larger than Life 2e, </i>because that seems to tell the story the best way. Both games are now owned / sold by Rebel Miniatures. <br />
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My starting troops:<br />
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Leiutenant Christophe, Rep 5, Logical<br />
Sergent Josué, Rep 4, Nerves of Steel<br />
Private Oliver, Rep 4, Unlucky<br />
Private Stanley, Rep 4, Resilient<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Opening Scene</b></span><br />
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The afternoon was hot, just like every other day in Dakar. The sea breeze was mostly blocked by the garrison walls; tiny eddies of air stirred dust as Christophe purposefully crossed the sandy courtyard filled with Legionnaires packing gear and supplies for the sea journey north, away from Vichy territory. Pausing briefly to ensure his uniform was correct and free of dust, he entered Colonel Donall's office.<br />
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"Leiutenant Christophe reporting as ordered Mon Colonel!"<br />
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Colonel
Donall returned the Leiutenant's crisp salute while thinking to
himself, "yes, Christophe is both precise and a patriot. He's the right
man for this dirty, difficult job", then he spoke aloud.<br />
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"As
you know Leuitenant, the armistice with the Hun has divided France. We
of Free France are but islands in the midst of a sea of Vichy, and to
survive we must consolidate ourselves for mutual support. To that end,
our purpose as officers is to bring together Legionnaires scattered
across the continent, and you're the best I have at such a task.<br />
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Your
mission is to gather those Legionnaires scattered across the desert and
deliver a cohesive fighting force to the Free French garrison at
Tangier. Do so by speed and stealth; avoid contact as much as possible
and keep careful note of enemy activities. With a bit of luck, I'll be waiting there for your arrival.<br />
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I've instructed Sergent Josué to accompany you along with two Privates. He's chosen Stanley and Oliver. You need to leave tonight under the cover of darkness, avoiding Vichy observation. Your first destination is the trade mission at Nouakchott. From there, travel north via the caravan route to the legation at Marrakesh and then quietly seek out any Legionnaires near Fes who've avoided the Vichy and the Raisouli. After that, report to Tangier with your force."<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Naturally, Billy Joe's reaction was to shoot Elmer, getting an Obviously Dead result. I referred back to a somewhat modified version of Flock of Seagulls mechanic from Haven, Bobbie Sue's reaction to the shooting is to freeze.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Being lazy, I used the Canoe Chase mechanics from Long Rifle. After three turns, Billy Joe loses Billy Mack, getting away for now, but possibly not forever. </span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">I'll be flipping between NHCPI and my criminal adaptation as Billy Mack investigates Billy Joe as he avoids arrest.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Elmer is an old RAFM Cult of Cthulu gangster, Bobbie Sue by Hasselfree Miniatures, and Billy Joe is an old Warzone Imperial Wolfbane Commando, now available at Prince August. </span>Martian Bansheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097669111472348959noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146605188931404775.post-58238283792211385602018-10-17T07:19:00.000-07:002018-10-17T07:19:05.948-07:00Fairly Cheap, Fairly Generic - Meditteranian / Caribbean Buildings<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I've recently re-connected with an old friend who re-introduced me to the Colonial Period of the late 1800s - early 1900s, especially as interpreted by films such as <i>The Wind and the Lion,</i><i><i> Shout at the Devil</i>, 55 Days at Peking</i> and <i><i> Lawrence of Arabia</i>.</i> This has triggered some prodigious (for me) painting, and led me to inventing a (possibly) new terrain building technique using the canvas laminated hard boards so often used in Jr. High and High School art classes. These boards worked pretty well for me because one side is not only textured, it's primed with Gesso.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">My miniatures are 25mm Old Glory Berbers for Colonials and 28mm Freebooter's Fate used for fantasy Pirates. The boards I found on sale are 4"X6" (103mm X 154mm) and 8"X10" (206mm X 255mm), scaling roughly to 20'X'30 and 40'X50', plenty big enough for my project. The cardboard is about 3mm thick, translating to roughly 4 - 6 inches, also very good for my scale.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I tried this as an "easier to obtain in the US" variant of the cork sub flooring material used so often by <a href="http://www.matakishi.net/" target="_blank">Matakishi</a> in his amazing buildings. The hardboard is about almost as stiff as MDF and much easier to cut with a razor or X-Acto knife.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> Here's the steps I took through the first paints applied.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">After soaking the board sides with warm tap water, I let it sit about 10 minutes and it was pretty easy to peel the outsides off the corrugated center.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">After the paper is mostly dry, any bits of the outsides can be easily removed by lifting it with the point of a pencil and then pulling with fingers.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">After peeling off one side, I cut the board along the drawn lines with scissors, then I peeled off the remaining "outside" and left the pieces to completely dry.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">After I hot melt glued the strips to the roof card stock, I trimmed the edges to my desired size.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Here, I've glued on the "upper walls" to fit the main walls. Two pieces of scrap cardstock keep the roof aligned and a third, folded piece keeps the roof edges straight.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A few years back, Ed Texiera at <a href="http://twohourwargames.com/" target="_blank">Two Hour Wargames</a> made a Turkey Hunt freebie download scenario, and I've played on many Thanksgiving days. This year, I decided to up the ante with a <i>Larger than Life - Lost World</i> dino safari. I may have gotten one or two fine points of the rules wrong, but the story played out in a way that really satisfied my sense of humor.</span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Looking through their stores for something suitable as a Thanksgiving meal, Mohl exclaimed, "Dammit! The supply ship's late!" Deters didn't even look up from the Competitive Violence League game he was watching on holo. "What's unusual about that? They're late 9 out of 10 cycles. Fleet's just a bunch of REMFs." Mohl and Deters had been stuck at the communications relay on Fenris, also known as "Jurassic World", for seven very tedious cycles now. Mohl hadn't ever had the most patience; Deters had noted that it was definitely time for Mohl to rotate to Santraginus IV for some R&R. Mohl sighed, "It's Thanksgiving - I want turkey! A huge fucking turkey!" Deters powered off the holovid, stood to face Mohl and grinned. "We can get our own huge turkey. They fly over this place all the time." Mohl's face brightened with understanding, "I'll get the SAWs and ammo".</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Like most other games from THW, the table is divided into nine sectors. I put the communications station in sector 9, and rolled to randomly generate the other sectors' terrain. In the interest of speed, each sector got pretty much one feature, a stand of trees or a bush, to represent it's terrain type. I also randomly located three PEFs (Possible Enemy Forces) to represent possible dinosaurs to be encountered during the hunt. Mother Superior is a PEF in sector six, just "North" of the commo station; The Ringmaster is in sector three and Slappy the Clown is in sector one. A good practice for THW games, I pre-loaded the PEFs as the Pterodactyls, a Stegosaurus and to spice things up, a pack of Velociraptors.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Turn 2 - Hunters activate first and head towards the table center. Ringmaster doesn't move, the Raptors move to investigate Ringmaster (I believe that technically, Ringmaster should have been resolved by the Raptors' location, but chose not to) and Slappy heads straight at the hunters, and resolves as "just a case of nerves".</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Turn 3 - Dinos activate, hunters don't. Ringmaster comes into view and the Dice Gawdz smiled - the PEF resolved as the Pterodactyls. Both hunters passed the In Sight test and fired, wounding one and killing another! The Velociraptors are tracking the Pterodactyls, but don't come into visual range this turn.</span></div>
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Martian Bansheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097669111472348959noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146605188931404775.post-85027558717224299702017-11-11T17:43:00.001-08:002017-11-11T17:43:29.299-08:00Trash BashThis weekend's plans got kinda messed up, so I dug into a box of "bits" and managed this.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">I bought Oingo Boingo's anthology as a download years ago, and these CDs served me well, but they've died of abuse. I overlapped them, traced the "half moon" with a sharpie, and they Terrain Gawdz smiled, because I managed to cut the CD with a pair of 30 year old Fiskars without breaking anything (much).<br /></td></tr>
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I built up the "shore" with hot melt and grabbed some stones from near my house to somewhat hide the seam. A small, irregularly cut piece of cardstock is glued over the center hole of the uncut CD.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEihCeERTUP3MTi6lc4E7bLz4pLQ25OAs1ydYyC19xOGJHNhGf-OCzByJOKM8E7hpXT01dDxpTmy4G7J7e-ZyJ7nrEmMjXeBDxD51eIEJniT51laqtL7z70cZc9-khp-QkJCCCN-0JG7Q/s1600/IMG_20171110_174536384.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEihCeERTUP3MTi6lc4E7bLz4pLQ25OAs1ydYyC19xOGJHNhGf-OCzByJOKM8E7hpXT01dDxpTmy4G7J7e-ZyJ7nrEmMjXeBDxD51eIEJniT51laqtL7z70cZc9-khp-QkJCCCN-0JG7Q/s320/IMG_20171110_174536384.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="color: #0000ee;"><u></u></span></div>
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After all the hot melt "shoreline" was cooled, I spray primered the discs, glued the rocks on and smeared some black craft paint in the "water" area.</div>
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I enjoy using the sponge painting "faux finish" technique used by interior decorators when I paint stone; this time I tried it with dark blue and turquoise paints. Since most of my modeling stuff is currently in storage, I improvised a sponge by rolling up a piece of paper towel.</div>
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Here I've just sloppily slapped some green paint to tell me where to glue flock.</div>
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While slapping on the green paint, I impulsively decided the larger rocks needed to have a spring bubbling up from between them. Maybe the Fountain of Youth, or more likely, a Xanth Love Spring. Anyway, the rocks were making the piece too heavy for the CDs, so I broke a piece of bark off a tree in the yard, and what came off was big enough to break into two pieces. I prefer using tree bark instead of real rocks. Better texture and immeasurably lighter.</div>
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I bought those aquarium plants for 88 cents at Walmart a zillion years ago and decided to finally justify the purchase.</div>
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Once the bark was glued in place, I squirted a bunch of hot melt into the gap formed by the stones and bark, and teased it a little into ripples.</div>
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Oops. I should've painted the stones first, but hot melt usually dries with a milky color and I planned on painting the "water" anyway.</div>
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The stones got a "wash" of black craft paint thinned a lot with water, then some quickie drybrushing with a pale gray. The hot melt "waterfall" got a little bit of a dark blue wash - dark blue paint thinned more than ink. I tried to lightly brush some white "foam" onto the water, but the blue wash wasn't yet dry and I got this "Bob Ross Happy Accident". Another happy accident was that the bark I "harvested" had some tiny bits of lichen on it, so I picked them out with some bright green paint.</div>
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Here's where I managed to wait for the paint to dry before adding white highlights.</div>
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I cut the bottoms off the plants so they'd appear to be partially submerged, but were still too tall for my liking and I ended up cutting groups of "branches" off and gluing those as smaller plants.</div>
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<a href="http://songsofheroes.blogspot.com/2016/05/new-france-episode-1-hunt.html">Episode 1</a><br />
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Quebec City, 22 September 1638<br />
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"Steer to the beach near that rock. Let's not try the docks in this little canoe."<br />
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Adele jabbed her oar into the water as mute agreement to Olivia's decision. Thank goodness the trip was downstream; it had still taken nearly two weeks.<br />
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Being early in the morning, few people were out, but one voice called, "Who are you there?"<br />
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"I'm Capitaine Olivia Pierre of the Regiment de Carignan-Salière and my Serjeant Adele Miroir. I have business at Chateau St Louis. Who are you?"<br />
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"Pte Gabriel Fournier, mon Capitaine. I'm the morning watch. Mon Lieutenant-General should be at breakfast shortly, you may wish to stop for a meal at <span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="fr"><span class="">La Licorne Obscène, an inn near Le Chateau."</span></span><br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="fr"><span class="">At that advice, Olivia and Adele exchanged a glance, thanked Gabriel and headed toward Le Chateau. </span></span><br />
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Walking along the muddy street, the two young soldiers discovered that <span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="fr"><span class="">La Licorne Obscène was just next door to the regimental headquarters, and were about to enter when a group stepped out of the inn's door. "Good morning soldiers... oho! You two look unfamiliar! Perhaps you'd like some hospitality?" </span></span><br />
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Before the two stood what appeared to be a Dutch merchant, attended by
three French... ladies, rather under-dressed for the morning air.</span></span><br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="fr"><span class="">"You don't look like an innkeeper", replied Adele to the short, stout foreigner.</span></span><br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="fr"><span class="">"I'm no innkeeper! I'm a provider of <i>hospitality</i>",
came a disdainful retort. "Perhaps you'd do better in my employ than
wandering lost in the woods. At least then you'd get a regular, proper
bath."</span></span><br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="fr"><span class="">Olivia
snapped a cautioning arm to bar Adele from beating the dwarf to death,
but the dwarf had ideas of his own, producing a small pistol and quickly firing. He was no marksman and the shot was
of no danger to anyone nearby. Having had quite enough of this
nonsense, Olivia drew her sabre and stepped toward the dwarf. Seeing
the dawn sun glinting on the blade's keen edge, the offending Dutchman
and his entourage made an expeditious retreat.</span></span><br />
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Approaching footsteps as Olivia sheathed her sabre resolved into Gabriel Fournier, charging at the double. Seeing only the young officers, he slowed and asked, "Who fired that shot? Are you trying to bring the Governor's wrath down upon yourselves?"<br />
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Adele replied sharply, "Who let dwarves into Quebec, especially one who can't properly shoot?"<br />
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Gabriel laughed and offered to guide the two to the commander, since he needed to report the shot.<br />
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As the three soldiers entered the command offices of Le Chateau, a gruff voice called out, "Gabriel, please tell me I needn't report a death to the Governor first thing this morning ".<br />
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"Non, money Leiutenant-Generale, only that Totsten ought be hanged ", was Private Fournier's reply as the three entered.<br />
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"Oho! You've found wandering troops"<br />
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"Yes, mon General. This is Capitaine Olivia Pierre and Serjeant Adele Dupree, just arrived from Fort Frontenac".<br />
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Leiutenant-Generale Berthier hesitated while accepting Olivia's orders, "Her Highness? His Excellency?"<br />
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Olivia replied calmly, "They were unharmed and comfortable when I left them, mon Generale".<br />
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Berthier grunted softly while reading Olivia's papers and suddenly raised his head with a grin, "Oho! You're a fortunate one to be sailing south while we wade through those cursed English goblins!" Cocking an eyebrow, the Lieutenant-General glanced at Gabriel Fournier, "I suppose you've already volunteered your services, eh?"<br />
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"Volunteered, mon General?"<br />
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Olivia broke in, "I haven't told anyone yet, sir".<br />
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The General barked an order, "Fournier, fetch Etienne Rambault and be quick about it!". After Gabriel had departed, Berthier addressed Olivia, "You're a young one to be on such a mission of exploration".<br />
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Adele spoke for the first time, "mon Generale, if I may be so bold..."<br />
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"mon Generale... Olivia - mon Capitaine, won her commission by saving all of Fort Frontenac from a Salem Witch. Shot her dead at sixty paces just before the witch could cast a spell upon the two of us".<br />
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"Oho! You indeed have the reflexes and initiative of a fine officer! How do you find Fournier, Capitaine?"<br />
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Without hesitation, Olivia replied, "A sensible young soldier with a level head", only a moment before Gabriel reentered the room followed shortly by another young private. Gabriel could scarcely form the words, "Private Fournier..." when Berthier cut him off. "Fournier, Rambault, pack your uniforms and equipment for sea travel, you've been transferred to the regiment's newest company... <span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="fr"><span class="">La Compagnie du Bane de la Sorcière, as commanded by Capitaine Pierre".</span></span>Martian Bansheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097669111472348959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146605188931404775.post-52728196808756851392017-06-10T07:56:00.000-07:002017-06-10T07:56:05.269-07:00Pirate Painting I'm packing to move, so here's the last for a while.<br />
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<br />Martian Bansheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097669111472348959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146605188931404775.post-1522397779733931252017-04-11T14:15:00.001-07:002017-04-12T20:32:45.064-07:00Games are for funTuesday, April 11th, I made a United Airlines airliner this during lunch and posted the photo. <br />
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That isn't what I wanted. Nearly a year ago, I had inspiration for a mashup game. Snakes on a Plane, but with a fantastical setting like Soul Plane, all wrapped up in the spirit of one of my all-time favorites, Airplane.<br />
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Tonight, I made it happen.<br />
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Intel sources indicate a high potential for military aggression by the Hishen into the sector, and long range sensors have detected FTL entry of several craft to the system. Due to sunspot activity, sensors are currently unable to identify the craft, so Freedonian PDF has ordered a flight of Bee class light fighters to identify the craft, with a flight of Sabre class bombers on station for a strike mission.<br />
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Pre-mission intel was good, but current sunspot activity (I rolled a cosmic storm) is preventing the use of sensors. Another pre-mission surprise was the unfortunate roll that the flights will be facing Unexpected Resistance, doubling the number of Possible Enemy Forces. Since this becomes six PEFs, I placed one in each of the six possible sectors.<br />
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Turn 1: Fredonia 3 / PEF 6. <br />
I rolled a die and the fighters enter the table from sector 3. I chose to have them enter on afterburner to get things rockin'. The PEF A resolved as, "Just a case of nerves" and is removed.<br />
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Turn 2: Fredonia 6 / PEF 1. <br />
PEF B moves away from and to the starboard of Bee Flight.<br />
PEF C does the same.<br />
PEF D moves toward Bee flight, but turns out to be nothing. This raises the Enemy Investment Level to 5.<br />
PEF E moves toward Bee flight, but is still outside visual range.<br />
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PEF F remains stationary.<br />
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Turn 3: Fredonia 2 / PEF 5<br />
Bee flight heads towards PEF E on afterburner and reaches visual range. PEF E resolves as two Vulture fighters moving towards PEF F. Bee flight notifies Sabre flight, who enters the board in the randomly determined sector 3. Because he's on afterburners (and the White Knight attribute) Bee flight leader holds fire for now.<br />
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Turn 4: Fredonia 5 / Hishen 3<br />
PEF B moves 8" toward Bee flight, ending just outside visual range.<br />
PEF C remains stationary.<br />
PEF F moves 8" away from Bee flight.<br />
Vulture Flight: My dice love a good story just as much as they hate me. Since Bee flight was outside Vulture flight's forward arc, I rolled on PEF movement to see where they'd go. Being what they are, my dice rolled, "move 8 inches directly towards the enemy". Since 8 is faster than a Vulture's maximum speed, I rolled to determine Vulture flight's current speed and I rolled a "1". So the Vultures accelerated at their maximum to engage Bee flight.<br />
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As a result of the In-Sight test, both ships of Vulture flight fire. Vulture Leader's first rocket struck the canopy of Bee Leader's cockpit; stunning Bee Leader. The second rocket hit Bee Leader's IFF transponder, putting him at risk of being targeted by friendly pilots. Vulture Leader missed with his mass drivers. Vulture 2 hit with one rocket on Bee Leader's cockpit, wounding Bee Leader. Finally Vulture 2 hit Bee Leader with one mass driver, which once again struck the disabled IFF transponder. This second hit on the same area means the ship was destroyed. Being stunned by the rocket fire, Bee Leader was unable to eject.<br />
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Seeing Bee Leader take multiple hits, Bee 2 jerked his ship to starboard and punched afterburners, as randomly determined by the Leader Down test plus a little die roll to see by how much he'd change heading. My dice decided that Bee 2 would head straight toward PEF C, which naturally resolved into a flight of Reaver medium fighters, and Bee 2 ended within Reaver flight's visual detection range and arc.<br />
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Both ships of Reaver flight reacted to Bee 2 with the Dead Man's Turn, including a crash stop, which meant Bee 2 was dead ahead only 2" from Reaver flight. Only the randomly determined facing or Reaver flight away from Bee 2 kept him alive.<br />
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Turn 4: Fredonia 3 / Hishen 6<br />
Bee 2 bugged out on afterburner, leaving Sabre flight alone with four Hishen fighters. With the last report from Bee 2 being that Bee Leader was dead and the remaining light fighter was disengaging from disastrous odds, Saber flight chose to live to fight another day.<br />
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<br />Martian Bansheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097669111472348959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146605188931404775.post-82680969894801211872017-03-29T16:48:00.001-07:002017-04-05T13:12:43.571-07:00Bar, Grill & Employment Agency<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">The Yellow Crescent Inn, Weaselton, Kingdom of Possiltum, Klah.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Striding purposefully through the doorway, C'nutsakh approached the innkeeper, who was absentmindedly cleaning flagons, "I'd like to hire some Dwarven warriors."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"You're a dwarven warrior, bub."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"I know that. I want to hire some more."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"You don't know any? 'Cause if you do, there's a shortage and I can find work for them in a jiffy."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"Wait a minute! You're the placement agency, and you're asking me to find you warriors?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"Dwarven warriors, sure. They're worth a premium. Not like Timmy-the-Window-Licker over there... HEY! QUIT LICKING THE DAGGONE WINDOWS!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Surveying the room, C'nutsakh saw the serving wench scurrying around an exotic entertainer to deliver fresh flagons to two experienced looking... individuals conversing with one another. He deflated a bit at seeing the group at the front table. Beard up, chest out, he approached the two conversing at the back table.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"Good day gentlemen, I have a proposition for you."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">The white-faced one mutely peered at him from over his flagon while the other poured mead down his neck hole. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Finally, the evil clown spoke, "Boy, you only got your name two sessions ago. We're retired."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">C'nutsakh didn't know what manner of strange, metal item the silent one held, but when he pulled back a small handle that slammed forward with a menacing CLICK, he realized:</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i>The weapon is far more deadly than any he'd ever heard of, less seen.</i></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i>These... gentlemen were best left to conduct their business in privacy.</i></span></li>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">With resignation, C'nutsakh turned toward the group at the front table, and discovered two of the three gazing at him in the same way a fourth-grader does when he knows the answer: <i>Pick Me! Pick Me! </i> Regrettably, but unexpectedly, the third appeared to be licking the window.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Without hope for an affirmative answer, the dwarf asked as he approached, "Do any of you have a name?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">The Warrior was still oblivious to anything in the room while </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Elf and Wizard immediately began examining the floor.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"Wizard is a title", was the barely audible reply.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"Have you at least quested yet?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"If getting here from across town counts, then yes, and it should."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"Alright, I'm C'nutsakh and you're hired, on condition that you keep the window licker from doing any <i>too</i> stupid. I know you can't completely prevent his stupidity, but I expect you do keep an eye on him <i>at all times. </i>Let's go."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">As the dwarf led his new grunts, the innkeeper called out, "Hey Dwarf, got any Gold Talos?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"My name is C'nutsakh! You'd best remember that, and yes I have... one or two."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"I've got just the thing you need. <i>A Healer.</i>"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">This occurred to C'nut as a darn good idea. "Half a Talos!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"Two Gold Talos. This fellow will keep your knuckleheads alive and in the fight."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"One Talos."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"I'll meet you in the middle, two Talos."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"Hey! That's not the middle!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"The middle of the room", said the innkeeper with an unusual brown-robed man behind him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"Where's the healer?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"<i>He's</i> the healer. Best kind of healer available. <i>A Florist Friar. </i>Just be sure to keep him away from sheep. Only Ewe can Prevent Florist Friars."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">As Barbarian stared in mute incomprehension, Wizard softly spoke, "They know we've been here. That means there'll be at least one PEF. If we break that Majick<span style="font-size: x-small;">® </span>seal, we'll have an immediate encounter with the Big Bad."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"Well, time to kick the doors and steal the whores!", exclaimed C'nutsakh as he pulled open the first door near the Majick<span style="font-size: x-small;">®</span><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span> barrier. Inside, an orc was tutoring a goblin on the finer points of "interviewing a detainee".</span></div>
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"Say my name, Byotch!" shouted Wizard as the crackling energy of a Damage spell shot forth from his staff, striking the orc dead on the spot. Seeing his comrade slain in an instant by arcane energies, the goblin did something goblinish. He ran out the back door.</span><br />
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<a href="http://songsofheroes.blogspot.com/2017/03/into-dungeon.html">Episode 1</a> <a href="http://songsofheroes.blogspot.com/2017/03/bar-grill-employment-agency.html">Episode 3</a></div>
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<br />Martian Bansheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097669111472348959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146605188931404775.post-33139025556547306062017-03-23T17:51:00.001-07:002017-04-05T13:12:19.198-07:00Into the Dungeon...<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">In 1992, I picked up a copy of HeroQuest at Service Merchandise while shopping for my soon-to-be daughter's crib, and found this to be excellent bait for Valpurgius, Viper and a few others to come by my house while I waited on Milady Awaiting labor. Shortly after Daughter v2.0® was born, I spotted the expansions at Toys-R-Us, and snagged one. If I knew then what we all know now, I would've bought every box on the shelf, but that's a different story. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Back in 2013, I backed Dwarven Forge's first Kickstarter and bought the original Dwarvenite Dungeon set X3, unpainted. Last November, <a href="http://songsofheroes.blogspot.com/2016/08/sponge-painting-dungeon-tiles.html" target="_blank">I painted it.</a> Also in 2013, I bought <a href="http://twohourwargames.com/wahele.html" target="_blank">Warrior Heroes: Legends</a>.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">This week, I'm putting together units for some skirmish warfare, and to demonstrate that rules written for use with any miniatures are typically both easier to play and have more equitable outcomes (primarily due to a complete lack of Codex Creep), I dug out my old Fimir from that game and expansion. Last night, I saw a post from the Two Hour Wargames forum from a youngster asking how to play an RPG using THW.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">This afternoon, for the first time ever, I not only used the dungeon tiles in a game, I also played Warrior Heroes: Legends. Modified. Okay, <b><i>Heavily Modified</i></b>. I drew out some tiny tiles and printed each on business cards, each corresponding to a portion of HeroQuest's first quest and shuffled the Gargoyle's room (WHL: Big Bad) into the bottom five cards. Shockingly, I began to play immediately.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">They knew Zargon knew they knew Zargon knew they knew...</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Still, incomprehensibly they came...</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Barbarian: "Hey, it's part of my 'own particular idiom'"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Elf: "Whatever. Dwarf, are you gonna open the door or what?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Dwarf: "Quitcher Bitchin', Tree Humper" - CLICK</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">And before them was a dark hallway...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Wizard: "Will you quit with that already? I told you, you'd get to hit stuff <i>real soon"</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Dwarf: "Seriously? You can't remember that? You've been hitting the ritual whacky weed again, haven't ya?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Elf: "Nah, though that seems like a good idea. I was trying to give the author a slick way to describe the goal of our quest, rather than simple narration."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Wizard: "Thank you, Elf. Dwarf, we're here on a <i>Name Quest.</i> Once we complete a quest, we'll get names instead of these stupid generic titles."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Dwarf: "Bullshit. My name's <span style="background-color: yellow;"><span style="color: red;"><b> CENSORED </b></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Wizard: "Shut up, you two and open that door on the left."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">As Dwarf stealthily opened the door, Barbarian charged past him, yelling incomprehensibly. Inside, two Orcs suddenly had their DNA sequencing research interrupted. Barbarian charged to the closest orc, raised his sword over his head for a mighty killing blow...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">... and the orc kicked him in the 'family jewels', bringing Barbarian to his knees, whereon his head smashed against the corner of a lab table, knocking himself unconscious.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Elf remarked, "this is off to a typical start" as he and Dwarf each dashed into the room towards the two startled scientists. Wizard shrugged and took a tentative step into the room, looked down at Barbarian and quietly backed out into the hallway.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Elf slashed at the second orc; the two locked blades. Dwarf calmly strode to the first orc, gestured down at the Barbarian and said, "The way you took down that chump was a smooth move." The instant the orc looked down, Dwarf smashed his target's head with an axe, knocking him to the floor.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Dwarf leapt upon the chest of the fallen orc and spun around. Covering his foe's face with his cloak, the unleashed a truly horrific "Dutch Oven"; the unfortunate researcher asphyxiated inside the noxious makeshift execution chamber. The second orc was aghast as such a vile act; Having had more exposure to the stout, beer-swilling Dwarf than he'd ever wanted, Elf wasn't distracted and took advantage of his foe's distraction by stabbing his sword through the humanoid's windpipe.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Considering the stench spreading through the lab, it was most certainly a mercy killing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Hearing the brawl quiet to only Elf's vomiting, Wizard re-entered the room and announced, "Good work. Let's see if they have any treasure, and get the meat mountain back up to town."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Elf: "Wow, thanks a pantload for all that help, chickenshit."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">One orc had 3 Gold Talos, the other had a food item and a scroll. Wizard immediately shouted, "Dibs on the scroll!" and snatched it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Elf protested, "that's total BS! You ran away!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Once again, Wizard insisted, "I was covering your backs" and headed towards the stairs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Elf and Dwarf exchanged looks, sighed and began dragging Barbarian towards the stairs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Elf: "Do you suppose banging his head on all those steps is going to matter?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Dwarf: "I've never heard about that being in the rules, so probably not. Besides, who cares?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Dragging the unconscious warrior down the dirt path into Weaselton, a voice cried out:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">A Voice: "K'nutsakh! You made it back!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Dwarf: "Keep it down, will ya?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Dwarf: "Yeah. That's my name. Gotta problem with that?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Elf turned to A Voice and said, "Say my name!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">A Voice: "Whaddaya talking about? You didn't earn a name, dumbass. And before you even ask, don't", while pointing at Wizard.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><a href="http://songsofheroes.blogspot.com/2017/03/the-name-quest.html">Episode 2</a></span>Martian Bansheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097669111472348959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146605188931404775.post-91303000709799470032017-02-26T06:45:00.000-08:002017-04-05T13:13:52.039-07:00I Was in Search of a Story, and for My Sins, They Gave Me OneAfter only four or five years and two versions, I finally got around to playing 5150: Urban Renewal. The following is true in the sense that I fudged no dice rolls...<br />
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"Hey Jerry, do you suppose Mercury Jones is her real name?"</div>
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Jerry replied while staring at traffic out the front of the news van, "It doesn't make any difference, Pavel. She's a hotshot lawyer with big-time connections; she can call herself the Queen of Sheba for all anybody cares. All that matters is whether her information is real. The bar should be up on the next corner."</div>
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"Relax Jerry, I've been there before", said Pavel as he parked the Galactic News Service mobile broadcast van in front of The Drunken Clam. As he turned off the vehicle, a sleek, black sports car turned through the intersection and parked across the street. As Jerry Rivers, the ace GNS investigative reporter, and Pavel Datsyuk, his broadcast engineer, walked toward the building entrance, a well-dressed woman and a large man emerged from the vehicle and began walking towards the same destination.</div>
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Jerry lead Pavel into the bar as two uniformed NHCPD officers, Reed and Malloy, were settling their bill with The Samurai. Pavel greeted the warrior / bartender / chef / optometerist loudly, "Hey John! How's it going?"</div>
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To Jerry, the Samurai's response sounded like a Razorback Growler gargling razor blades, but Pavel seemed to understand, or at least fake it well. "John says today's special is Ameglion Major Cow, but it's frozen, not fresh", as he led Jerry to a table near the back.</div>
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A moment later, the same woman and man Jerry had seen outside entered the restaurant. After a quick scan of the dining area revealed only Jerry and Pavel, the large man's grim expression broke into a broad grin, "Johnny! My man! What it is!"<br />
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The Samurai's reply sounded something like a cheerfully drunken wombat happily fighting a garbage disposal as he set four Pilsner glasses of Golden Monkey on Jerry and Pavel's table, while the newcomers approached. Jerry began to remark that nobody had ordered the drinks when both Pavel and the large man each raised a glass, turned to the Samurai, shouted, "Sun Wukong!" in unison and took deep drinks of the dark, amber beer<br />
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<br />Martian Bansheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097669111472348959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146605188931404775.post-89985560637511453562017-01-22T06:30:00.005-08:002022-03-16T16:04:53.349-07:00The Faces of New Hope City<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Martian Bansheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097669111472348959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146605188931404775.post-41934141014245658532016-10-04T02:35:00.002-07:002017-04-05T13:16:42.406-07:00Alien Abduction MothershipSo I was in a funny mood yesterday morning, fired up Powerpoint, and drew this. Last night after work, I printed, cut and glued it. This is the result of the second attempt, and the artwork is a little cartoony, so I'm calling it a prototype. Saucer crew is Flying Frog Martians. Abductees are Bobby Jackson's Thugz, and Reaper's Bonzo because... Evil Clown.<br />
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<br />Martian Bansheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097669111472348959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146605188931404775.post-78864028336836834452016-08-13T05:56:00.002-07:002017-04-05T13:18:07.903-07:00She's Got It... VenusNot all that long ago, Evil Eli and I were talking about how to get people to buy into a game so we'd have more opponents and / or allies. During this conversation, he looks at me and says, "the most important thing to get people to come to your table is awesome terrain".<br />
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Rewind to 1997. I'm hanging out at my parent's house with my Daughter 2.0®, when my good friend Valpurgius calls me. Actually, at that time he wasn't Valpurgius yet, that's coming up.<br />
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Anyway, he says to me, "you should come over to [the new comic & games shop just three miles from my parent's house, now long out of business], my friend Steve is running game demos".<br />
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"What's a game demo?", I asked ignorantly, which turns out to be blissfully.<br />
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"If you play a game he'll give you some miniatures, come over here".<br />
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"I'm with Daughter 2.0® right now".<br />
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"Bring her along, they have comics and toys".<br />
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"Okay, fine". <click>. Yes, back then we were still on landlines, and the phones went <click> when you hung them up. True story.<br />
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So we drive five minutes (yes, there was a time back in history when you could drive somewhere in Atlanta in five minutes) over to the game store, and are underwhelmed by the sight before us. A couple racks of comics, a small display with blister packs of miniatures I'd never seen, that said, "WARHAMMER" on them, whatever that was, and to one side a table with a few model railroad trees, chunks of that white styrofoam they use to make coolers (it probably was once a cooler) poorly painted to presumably represent rocks, and a handful of unpainted, funny looking miniature guys with guns. Standing nearby was Not Yet Valpurgius, a very bored, stereotypical comic book shop clerk, and a grumpy looking, paunchy, balding man who was then enthusiastically introduced to me as Steve. That is to say, NYV was enthusiastic, Steve grunted while the expression on his face indicated painful chronic constipation.<br />
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"So where's the game?", I asked, still blissfully ignorant of wargames.<br />
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"THIS is the game, it's called WARZONE, and Steve's going to give you a demo", NYV explained with the same look he's had on his face every time he's had a hidden agenda since the first time Dixie, his charming smartass of a mother, caught him sneaking cookies when he was five.<br />
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"Okay...", I said while dubiously eyeing the table full of model railroad refuse.<br />
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Steve suddenly gained some minor command of language, and asked NYV, "this is the guy who's going to run demos?", inexplicably seeming to indicate me.<br />
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That's when I realized the look on NYV's face was because his hand was in MY cookie jar.<br />
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Giving my, "good friend" a, "we're going to talk later" look, I asked Steve, "so how do we play this game?"<br />
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"you're those guys there in the corner, and you have to kill this big robot before he kills you".<br />
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"It's just like D&D, but different", was the brilliant insight offered by NYV, agent provocateur.<br />
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Daughter 2.0® was still holding my hand and announced, "I have to go potty", in the grand tradition of every six year old girl ever. NYV siezed this opportunity to gain as much geography as possible between him and me by generously leading his Goddaughter to the back of the store, which also left me standing at this table of stuff with Svengali Steve, who says, "first we roll for initiative"...<br />
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A few months later, I had run a significant number of demos at several area stores, having collected and painted miniatures representing Capitol Corporation and the Demnogonis and Muwajie factions of the Dark Legion, and was hanging out at The War Room, the greatest gaming store in the history of both games and stores, when Valpurgius (yes, by now he's Valpurgius and I'm Martian Banshee) announces, "we're invited to run demos and a tournament at Dragon Con".<br />
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"Tournament? Isn't Dragon Con comic books?" Yes, I was that ignorant.<br />
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Okay... cutting to the point now. Inspired and tutored by Dave the Firstborn Canuck and Evil Inside Dave, the local Chronopia demo team, the best demo team I've ever heard of, we knew we had to raise the bar on terrain. Yesterday, seventeen years later, I hosted an episode of, "This Old Terrain", in which I ressurected the remains of the Venusian jungle battlefield I had made for that convention, and which turned out to be my introduction into letting my creativity loose. After over ten years of being stored in plastic grocery bags and moved more times than I care to recall, I brought it back nearly to it's original condition.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Magnolia seed pods are the only remnants of my Martian Desert terrain, and will now take the place of the long-lost Venusian Blue Spruce trees. I like these because not only did I acquire them by picking them up for free from under a magnolia tree, the "pod" appearance at this scale inspires me to use them as a "natural hazard, malicious flora" adding an seldom used feature to my games.</td></tr>
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<br />Martian Bansheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097669111472348959noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146605188931404775.post-60785117301969945902016-07-18T19:23:00.002-07:002016-07-18T19:23:43.491-07:00Independence Day Game - Muskets & Mowhawks - Bunker Hill<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A few years ago, I won a trivia contest put on by The Mighty Ed at <a href="http://store.twohourwargames.com/" target="_blank">Two Hour Wargames </a>and
the prize was a copy of Long Rifle, a French & Indian (Seven Years)
War "immersion game", which is a game somewhere between, "very small
and detailed skirmish" and "RPG lite". Not long ago, Ed was kind enough
to provide me a copy of the full Muskets & Mohawks wargame which is
the companion to Long Rifle. These are the foundation rules for my <a href="http://songsofheroes.blogspot.com/2016/03/prelude.html" target="_blank">New France</a>
(alternative history Louisiana Territory ca. 1640) campaign which I've
neglected horribly for almost six months mostly due to the demands of my
former job; I now have a job I love working from early morning to mid
afternoon - the painting table is getting geared up to stock the New
France campaign. In the meanwhile, I picked up some Imex 1/72 AWI and
painted them over two weekends, finishing in the late morning of July
4th, precisely on my deadline to fight an AWI battle using M&M somewhat "dumbed down" into fewer dice per roll. Okay, so I didn't
get the bases flocked. No dessert for me.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Colonial militiamen wait inside the fortification on Breed's Hill as the British advance through the Charlestown waterfront. Historical accuracy was thrown out the window (as usual) so that I could use this terrain tile I had just made by peeling the paper off one side of foam core poster board and etching the paving into the foam with a disposable ball point pen. The buildings are actually printed on the back of the Imex packaging and the trees & rocks are out of a "bucket of dinosaurs" I found at Walmart for five dollars.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aggressive woodsmen, possibly wishing to establish Roger's Rangers, charge forward attempting to ambush and destroy the British Huron allies. Once again, not historically accurate, but I wanted to practice the melee rules.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Huron reaction was to fire into the charging woodsmen with lethal effect, and then the natives eliminated the woodsmen in melee. This is still turn 1 as the THW reaction system moves things along at a quick pace.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The result of the volleys was two stands of militia Out of the Fight (OOF) while the British ducked for the light cover near the village.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Turn 2: The British center and Huron right flank advance within musket range. Unlike 1775, the colonial muskets fire without inflicting a single casualty. The British return fire, but the fortifications provide perfect protection to the militia.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meanwhile, the left flank charges into musket fire, but unlike the historical battle, make it all the way to the fortifications on the first charge. The colonials eliminate one stand of British in melee; both sides stand their ground.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Once again, the militia's musket fire has no effect as the British center and right gain the fortifications, charging into hand-to-hand combat.</td></tr>
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Machete falls to Calamity Jane's sharpshooting while William 'D-Fens'
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The Scooby Gang, assisted by Bigfoot have had the misfortune of encountering a "Gungam Lives Matter" protest. Velma and Scooby fall to stray, "celebratory" gunfire.<br />
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Doggedly pursuing their foe across the village, Fred and Velma finally vanquish Jar Jar.<br />
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Was it wierd? Yeah. Was it fun? Yeah!Martian Bansheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097669111472348959noreply@blogger.com0