tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84788466844520384882024-03-04T21:40:17.214-06:00LZ BravoHome of the Old School GamersJohn Hoveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180523008511413640noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478846684452038488.post-74886123341462025132021-10-01T20:10:00.001-05:002021-10-23T17:07:11.778-05:00Cherry Blossoms and Zombies!<u style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;"><b><i>Cherry blossoms and zombies</i></b></u><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;"><br>"Is everyone alright?" “Amy?”<br>"The Pilot didn't make it. A tree branch came thru the cockpit."<br><br>"Damn. Amy, Doug, Wanda, take care of the pilot and then gather our packs. Ned, check the weapons. Josh and I will scout the surroundings."<br><br>The pilot had done a fantastic job in getting us from F’d SF, to the outskirts of DC. Refueling at remote airfields had meant only a few minor encounters. But had eaten into our ammo supply.<br><br>Our time on the yacht had ended, courtesy of a lack of parts. While basing out of Alcatraz, we picked up a Civil Defense broadcast which has led us here. It made sense. There must have been plenty of security and military in the area. The Hope for a sanctuary was impossible to ignore.<br><br>"Ned, how is it looking?"<br>"Damn Phil. That first tree we grazed a mile back ripped the belly out of the plane. Our gear is history!"<br><br>"Alright. Spilled Milk. We've been here before. Grab what you can. The outskirts are about a klick away. When we get there, spread out and start searching. Priority is weapons. Check? Check. Let’s move out.”</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;">As planned, the team entered the town from several side streets. Initially all seemed quiet, save for sounds of battle coming from the White House area. </div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;">Wanda saw an APC straddling the intersection and rushed towards it having heard people inside. The others began entering various shops, hoping to find fellow survivors and weapons. </div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;"><img id="id_bfd_b43e_ac62_21cf" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/iUJpaT0z2_eYXrqQU4e1Mg-HZzLZPAp3yCraYO2Y_GHvOZwAASidSOT2e10BvEJ8hBk" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 503px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;"><img id="id_6773_60cb_d48d_33ee" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/Wl5PICUwYdzp-ao_u6OZ3GuVz6oVARipG7_xfXEObVZOc7tNtLclWCl3-kIvrMpiddo" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 505px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;"><div dir="ltr">Damn. The area was crazy with baddies. For support, the group began to pair up. We needed to have each other’s back.</div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">Things were getting hairy. Wanda was about to be overwhelmed. Her Friends rushed to stem the tide.</div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr"><img id="id_7e_235d_a803_f644" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/LtetoH-_OdX9Cp33LH9K4sUmYnDsXeVoRAVPB5pX_H5LVEePyp1bD42Nb7rtOlphZ-0" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 510px; height: auto;"><br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">Amy entered the remains of an Eckerd Drugs, just in time to help save the pharmacist from several zombies. She escorted him out, he thanked her and said he needed to see if his family was safe, and took off down the street.</div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr"><img id="id_f34_a3b3_6ae9_b5d9" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/ZzN8l5cZYL-2Ux_89TFbZYRYGx78mhD5vrFX5YSIsLTDQWQ3OzpX_hpaGrNnFiq717E" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 512px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_63a2_ea50_24da_22fb" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/X5rE3rn9kSZ9AU7XDANqyzVr75Xr8_f5KugrcHZ3mcre0j6o0qYj3n1iu5_LF8DJbTw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 512px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div dir="ltr">Amy wanted to know why Phil was Smiling. “Kid, you realize you just saved that P.I. dude from Hawaii!” “ Or his long lost twin….”</div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">Blushing, Amy headed into the next store, hoping there’d be some undead she could ‘vent’ on.</div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">On the other side of Main Street, Josh was surprised to discover a couple young kids hiding in the rubble.</div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">Knowing he couldn’t leave them, he scooped them up and went to find the others. Josh was desperate to pawn these squids off on one of the others. After all, he prided himself on his Lone Wolf image. </div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr"><img id="id_9cd3_aae2_5771_b722" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/j4GMKMJiqx_Pm3HCj3UWrPziD0-qTWYMwZh_piRU2vqfoIy_u9PdZyHkJmggG2NlDSY" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 517px; height: auto;"></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div dir="ltr"><img id="id_9a5b_c69e_178_c525" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/obnhFNI_p5mXwnJyIi-SK_Mq28eoz-hyxkWrTwDb0bKnnums3GnQG0UvykkXqXqMUZw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 515px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div dir="ltr">Something was up at the far end of the block. Too much noise for an empty building. Having rearmed with discoveries, they all began to pick and weave towards a Diner. Out maneuvering zeds more important than ending them. The sun had set, and a tough job was made worse. The dark had everyone on edge. What you can’t see, can hurt you.</div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr"><img id="id_12f4_f314_63a5_6a2a" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/c3zqnaka7cvSRmWaFjYy60Amy9k2Ae1o7Oj9N2A8X107ZhNhjjkwu8JX-mx8V13YlNY" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 520px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div dir="ltr">They’d spent too much time searching, the streets were flooding with zombies. A moonless night. Only occasional groans from the dead to tweak our nerves. Soon a flood would wash over the group.</div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr"><img id="id_86c9_66a_a7bb_cf7" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/nGmKnHKv8Dkag6-GF5aooWMvIyPmI2YkuS2xZb_gwu-PMWL0E3ko2y5HHGUhy98brZw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 530px; height: auto;"></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr"><img id="id_1d3_5353_70de_f723" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/YVmwhwx0ESMNJfPQrZscDnZ9jCpTOnU4F4pIVmsvQEZxO3tiU3-u2ZBctCXhdE_MRn8" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 531px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div dir="ltr">Wanda and Amy broke into the sealed up Diner. Ned joined in. </div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr"><img id="id_86f5_ddb6_ac09_d6f9" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/0I7gRaLJfq-_6h3QW_Od7_B8hFWAfdOuZbESIMA9NeJluoWliXbw1VaPaQBZlFpDnjc" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 532px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div dir="ltr">Once the trash was taken out, Amy discovered yet another survivor, locked in a back room. And when Josh entered the Diner, his two charges screamed with joy, seeing their mom.</div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">The team threw up a hasty barricade, hoping to slow the horde. Then exited the only way open, out the back service door, a mile closer to the sounds of war coming from the White House.</div><div dir="ltr"><div><br></div><div>They needed to gain some separation from the horde and find a safe haven to wait out the night. </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_19c7_6dae_c6df_4ff6" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/7VUNv9zxRrEkiU-FkMz0XQh0ORzqq_wFp5sFnAuG8l_p6rHOD-GmngTq2hFaRp8BSRU" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 538px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div>To be continued…..</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Debrief:</div><div> Our first Zombicide 2E game. We were skeptical about changes being made to one of our favorite systems. However, we are liking these changes. And the Campaign mode is fun. Although, we only gained 1 XP per survivor. So extra benefits will have to wait. Four of the six characters suffered wounds. We really liked the day/night, companions, and especially the story cards for the mission. </div><div> We are borrowing ideas from other systems for handling wounds. After the mission, any wounded characters will make a roll per wound. Results will be things like “just a scratch “ “a heal able wound” “permanent wound” and worse case “turned”. </div><div><br></div><div>With so many cool survivor minis to play, having some <b><i><u>churn</u></i></b> suits us.</div></div></div> John Hoveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180523008511413640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478846684452038488.post-56733005145185126902021-09-11T18:15:00.001-05:002021-09-11T18:48:53.857-05:00Great War Commander - Birth of a Legend<font><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody;"><span style="background-color: #666666; font-size: 19px;">One of our Old School Gamers played scenario 1 solo. It’s close to the 107th anniversary of the engagement. </span></span><br /></font><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody;"><font size="4"><br /></font></span></div><div><img alt="" id="id_b064_64c5_5dec_4a58" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/sKhIEshe_sq1QOrsNDK2ieFgu-ocJ48qwaRcGTHi18fbMZNovFL3tn3IRygeTxM3-CY" style="height: auto; width: 476px;" title="" tooltip="" /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;">The Kaiser’s lads had the initiative, allowing Lt Rommel the opportunity to advance his troops forward. A good initial hand for the Germans, while the French were stymied. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;">Followed by a timely HMG suppress card. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><img alt="" id="id_f988_d8fe_4f0d_645d" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/ubR6i8vn4gAGsF2pFyIxxTw4U1_mGkHMqxhEOLwYbSvwSosPEfRUzr6kUCnT0gS9Hko" style="height: auto; width: 478px;" title="" tooltip="" /></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: #666666; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;">Effective fire breaks the French platoon. Lt Rommel presses on (German objective required capturing the objective hexes).</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><br /><img alt="" id="id_4217_ba20_caa1_5be8" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/Y-Uf5UYZFl19g8ixfBsK08_c7dFVlzWvoyLsxWDl8A4Om1pTm_CiSKQ5RvzasrlpFLQ" style="height: auto; width: 479px;" title="" tooltip="" /></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: #666666; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;">Street Fighting goes well for the Kaiser’s troops.</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><br /><img alt="" id="id_e4a5_86b0_50e_7696" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/1KO1uSuGrn0CB_94q-JdHgmIgp49zdIfo17TmboNNZVPk6Ie5y3ZnW3_L5l_NrdBvHw" style="height: auto; width: 481px;" title="" tooltip="" /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: #666666; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;">The German Left flank worked their way up a gulley leading into the town. French Line units prepare to hold the outskirts.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;"><br /></span></div><img alt="" id="id_6b43_5280_8dcc_2be5" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/X6nzmgZVJ2t0EhmpHQHsLywUY4Vi4yOBlsdr5LzdQMHX9_hCcrzU3E4P1Ttm-3-kRf4" style="height: auto; width: 487px;" title="" tooltip="" /><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: #666666; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;">The French decide to break the stalemate, advancing into melee with a good support card, winning the contest on the Left Flank. The German holds no response, and spends time cycling cards. </span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><br /><img alt="" id="id_6136_70e3_6d5_fdbf" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/uUc_5-Yz1ftdgDdxRPtftG5zOgRm8CHdoAeAHb0S4aJUS6L25osYQOmmlPr3A-p_Ng8" style="height: auto; width: 490px;" title="" tooltip="" /></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: #666666; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;">A few turns latter, flush from the earlier success, another French Line pushes forward and again gets the drop on a German platoon which quickly falls prisoner to the French. The Left Flank is looking solid, time to transfer a platoon back towards the town center.</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><br /><img alt="" id="id_8b01_64e3_3209_a39a" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/PFd6N0VqDfzTgfdR8jeWhzdxCIyjhYhkO4nM3vnuAOKRHsYh6-14zlOC3qUgrnw1qf4" style="height: auto; width: 493px;" title="" tooltip="" /></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: #666666; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;">A Hero of the 3rd Republic arrives and anchors the outskirts, freeing two French platoons for redeployment. The lack of leaders makes this a slow process (initial setup has both French Officers in the town center).</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><br /><img alt="" id="id_51d5_f57a_1a4e_398e" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/zWAY-1ELfHkyQaGNNZ7b_U29MTwWovdNNKz8icTy6HQC2PwREdrUXJ4ya_rKRm6EPjU" style="height: auto; width: 497px;" title="" tooltip="" /></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: #666666; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;">However, it happens too late. German card cycling paid off with 3 turns of constant fires and an Offensive which cleared the center of town. </span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><br /><img alt="" id="id_181a_4c59_cec0_533f" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/OxlmZjampMjpj1d5sZEm5CKEGtxTxXxUuJ7T8tpFDdqR41KF_Ot3X-BQMf-vDvnHpGk" style="height: auto; width: 503px;" title="" tooltip="" /></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;">The French lost on casualties. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;">A lucky sudden death flip by the Germans gave them another two turns to hammer the French (whose hand became clogged with less than valuable cards). </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;">If the German Sudden Death flip (needed an 8+) had failed, the French would have won on VPs, given their secret objective. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;">This is a fun game. Early Air Power is near useless. The Suppress is nice, but 3 bombing factors is darn ineffective. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;">Hand size and discard ability plays large in this game. Especially in the early battles. Many unusable cards passed thru both Armies. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;">Thought an early win was in the offing when the Germans played a Rout card with 3 French Broken units on the board. Oops. Not going to root folks out of buildings, and it was surprising to read the rules (Oops part 2) learning the the best result would be a retreat. Cohesion is so high, this may never amount to much. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 19px;">Still learning and getting comfortable with the rules, but very much looking forward to the next play.</span></div>John Hoveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180523008511413640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478846684452038488.post-85782524269118204762021-09-06T15:42:00.001-05:002021-09-06T16:29:33.818-05:00ATZ Casino Carnage<img id="id_b792_b697_be10_fc92" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/SZp0bynbLr3chPs8Qe2bNOuHW1S4feHQMbCIw7tWQGSbQMttyZgSrpJVTci4jb9_VQc" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 481px; height: auto;"><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">“Sarah, you are sure the casino bosses were stockpiling all kinds of stuff in the hidden</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">safe room before you left to try to find your mom back in DFW?” asked Shane. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">“Yeah, as soon as the craziness started they started stocking up on meds, food, ammo, </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">and I swear maybe even gas”, exclaimed Sarah. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">“Well sounds like it’s worth a trip north of the Red River and we’ve got enough gas to </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">get us there…I think”, added Tex. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><b><u>Mission</u></b></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><b><u><br></u></b></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Get into the casino and find the master key which didn’t look special so it should</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">be on his body whether he is a survivor or zombie. Unless he’s locked in the safe </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">room of course but positive thoughts. Finding a Luxury Item will represent the </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">object we are looking to acquire. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><b><u>Group</u></b></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><b><u><br></u></b></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Shane Rep 5 Star Shotgun</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Sarah Rep 4 Pistol</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Tex Rep 3 BA Pistol</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_8cd6_a1b8_a78e_6f6" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/ONpbsok4l_33V8v6iuHpYAmVAGDhJBsaGjel6hc1pWm1G3WBzamCHXwJ-YjQh52mFDw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 475px; height: auto;"><br><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">We arrive!</span></div><div><br><img id="id_4238_5e56_35a4_8684" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/UcbRyP0I-MzdkwG2CENrCWMLjqAcuJDxa1UFjRlGU6MN2S4D4LxhRBkFgZSXSGFAI5w" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 480px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">We enter the map at Parking lot E and it’s Ragers! Ragers are the genius result </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">of the government’s attempt at a cure. People who have the cure injected not</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">only still turned but became fast and super aggressive zombies. There are not </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">too many in the world but they are trouble. Luckily in the parking lots we see </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">them first and quickly dispatch them. </span></div><div><br><img id="id_a225_1456_3a64_ec5f" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/ippxLNEz1ZoWmUGjcdAqNudIf6RPLUrIgOhzIaYI-lF0WUBdgAnK7LCRgqS_ox3ZXJY" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 481px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div>We move into the entrance and quickly kill the lone zombie but don’t find </div><div>anything valuable. </div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_cfb3_5255_35db_430d" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_MNeqtW-z77ZxiOU0uPUIpB0_eiWJ2UntUaecYdTwboh-s_tuV8wE1gTDpffY0knY-M" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 480px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The group heads to the front desk when we spot three other survivors. We cautiously </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">engage them in case they have what we need. Luckily Shane passes the encounter </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">tests and after a brief interaction determine they just are looking for food. We give </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">them some and they head for the exit. We are force to move on and after clearing </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">another area head back to the front desk as we couldn’t search after encountering </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">the survivors. <br></span><br><img id="id_f19c_4333_571c_4b85" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/zxP3WT5xbWafiaJk0QqheSpUCq7TXNTV_GuCotxvm3BnB7RbKNuHhHSyA5eRzCx3mro" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 478px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Zombies!!! Where’d they come from? The zombies have the drop on us and </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">charge. Shane drops two and Sarah gets one as they move in but Tex misses both</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">of his shots. Tex manages not to get bit but can’t take out the zombies. I use a house </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">rule that after three rounds of melee others unengaged can add in. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Shane and Sarah each move in and quickly eliminate the zombies. </span></div><div><br><img id="id_a994_7c1b_736_5811" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/jM8_rS6shEN0mwD4-aoTJDc3iqx1qjUZsk00SPjnTT5yDSBjzXnWVSPxV3MkyhHmAZ4" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 479px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Yes! Our loot card is a luxury item. In fact one of the zombies was the boss. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">He must have come out to try and secure the outer doors. <br></span><br><img id="id_77ee_c650_7a0f_6f39" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/w0mKSGPfRXMApWZl1XEi1b02U8F8B74DO8kISKFL0NhMbBbbMPuBiEPHcgTlktDepXg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 478px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Our first mission is done. We will regroup and make our plan to get to the </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">safe room. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><b><u>Final Thoughts</u></b></div><div><br></div><div>I plan to play the entire campaign to clear the casino. The easy of play and fun</div><div>delivered in Casino Carnage was top notch. The rules are a quick read and I </div><div>think the table used if you get wounded by a zombie is awesome. I may port</div><div>that to every zombie game I play. </div><div><br></div><div>The game is a good basis for generating your own scenarios as well. The building, </div><div>loot, and encounter decks have endless combination. </div><div><br></div><div>I will play each of the 10 THW board game offerings and post an AAR and my</div><div>thoughts. </div>John Hoveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180523008511413640noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478846684452038488.post-75822888608025370532021-08-04T14:42:00.001-05:002021-08-04T16:09:04.523-05:00Battle Ravens!<img id="id_f134_f044_94c5_7e35" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/RT801nM1Jh0J8NnmnwDDeR6hqdD1QznWP1PKRP7uCws-Tk5Lt-X4QxW_5zD7b297RZo" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 467px; height: auto;"><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span>After too long on the shelf we broke out PSC’s Battle Ravens. It is a game of</div><div>Shieldwall dark ages combat for two players. It plays in about an hour and uses </div><div>great flat standing figures to represent the clashing armies. The core box comes </div><div>with Anglo Saxons and Norse Vikings. Each army comes with a special cards</div><div>which add flavor and game effects for each army. Only a portion of the cards </div><div>are used in a battle and are randomly dealt which adds nice differences to each</div><div>play. The first player to control three of the other players six zones wins. </div><div><br></div><div>Each turn players allocate Ravens to each zone which equal dice to be used for both</div><div>attack and defense. Players alternate placing Ravens which creates interesting </div><div>choices. Do you match what they did or hope to hammer an area where they did</div><div>not chose to support. Players can also transfer units to adjacent zone but not across</div><div>an enemy controlled zone. </div><div><br></div><div><b>Old School Games Grade - We will play again!</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>Quick AAR of our first game</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><img id="id_6a0b_b3d4_f2fc_327c" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/8Alwr-IHaGHN8Sxy0ZZ0G94LvNIuyK1TeVfllbT5eF20xo6FDIbSxMnZ6oazqMosiss" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 471px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Setup and ready to allocate Ravens</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_d872_c841_d899_a108" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/Q7rw7KusNSA1USQJILWoU1NzG09Uv1WcSnenlKyB5lMzsBfLIuyRnTlOyJ8R_lLp6To" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 475px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Norse clear the Saxon right flank</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_34db_4aa7_aa24_7011" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/prskGxXXjGtcVmOnGjKTqpepEwwods1DQpGDWjBYPScpwhyyiB9EynhvQpQWPse3Or0" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 477px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Norse maximize the Berserker card!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_9917_c547_bd59_278c" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/6oAOwFFrIPjJib4y1j2RUR-E77V1WlXC429e4l6XWRAKm101xrPGRSV0-uKIcanvq3k" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 478px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Currently 2-1 Norse but the Norse center is crumbling<br></span><br><img id="id_e3c8_4c12_2f6d_f88c" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/0dCj_2PqpKMStEYHeRqihPa7k4_vr0KweJN4lNaOwWNuPdRzBCT_mxDJVLEa4QEn9vE" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 481px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The Norse claim victory 3-1!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Thanks for stopping by and good gaming!</span><br></div>John Hoveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180523008511413640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478846684452038488.post-54427192176082735272021-02-03T20:35:00.001-06:002021-02-03T21:05:58.817-06:00The Hunters: Kriegstagebuch das Unterseeboot U-35<img id="id_a78a_dde_e58_9d35" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/y1QlvvW7Nxat5R_uoRDODxS81TTG9jORceFZLb5FoCMgDxwWEoke52McPqK3IVI" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 473px; height: auto;"><br><br> <div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Before dawn broke over Wilhelmshafen on September 30, Kapitän Leutnant Hagen took his VIIA to Sea, ordered to hunt for shipping in waters around the British Isles. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">War had arrived. The assigned hunting grounds were remote and should allow time to drill the crew. Spotting only a lone freighter U-35 surfaced and the 88’s gun crew rushed to ready their gun. Hagen fired 2 torpedoes with no success. The 88 fired a few rounds as the SS Solo turned away. Both shells fell short. A shameful first mission.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">November proved only modestly better. U-35’s first score. SS Berganger at 6800t.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">As 1940 dawned, U-35 was back in British waters. An unlucky sortie. A RAF Hudson forced an emergency dive. A severe storm in the channel limited opportunities. Heading home, SS Santa Rita at 8400t filled the periscope, and was quickly dispatched.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">In March, the crew began mumbling about being a jinxed boat. We spotted nothing. But were forced to dodge RAF Arvo aircraft twice.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Mai was U-35’s first taste of the Happy Times. Scoring four times. SS Tiberton 5200t; Tanker Capulet 8200t; SS Embassage 5000t; SS Empire Crossbill 5500t.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_ec1d_2db9_1722_ea87" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/lh1LVu94Mpk1JMwJ-oim7NyS0xTK8nBk_mICoD8iYkkHCdq2cV07sIkbNLdqVgY" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 483px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Summer was quiet, with only SS West Notus 5500t falling prey to U-35</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">As Autumn chilled, spirits buoyed. The Ship’s Dr was promoted. As was Hagen, now Korvetten Kapitän. But more joyous were the orders for hunting in the Atlantic!</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Dodging escorts, 4 victories were scored. 2 tankers, a large freighter and a small one, totaling 31300t. Cassequel; Santore; AF Corwin; and Oilfield were stricken from the logs. But the jinx had not been idle. Returning home, a Tommie A/C dropped out of the sun, shattering the 88 and it’s crew and damaging the engines. A solemn crew slipped back into the pen.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Again, punished and sent back to hunt British waters. But glory awaited! U-35 caught HMS Avenger in open waters. Braving her escorts U-35 sunk the CVE.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Januar ‘41 brought orders for the Atlantic. But only the SS Gregalia 5900t was torpedoed.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">So back the British waters again. RAF patrols are improving. As U-35 sorties it is Wasser bombed, causing minor hull damage and flooding. But there is no turning back. Two lone merchants are sent to the bottom. 10500t. SS Ballader and SS William Bryant.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Success brings orders for the Atlantic, but U-35 finds no victims to hunt.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The boat does a fast refit and in Juli heads back to the Atlantic. Verdammt! Again the RAF is waiting. Collaborators must be signaling them. A fuel tank is damaged beyond repair so an immediate return to port is needed. But the RAF catches on again and scores more hits.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">While finishing the year in dockyards, Hagen is again promoted. Now a Fregatten Kapitän.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">As 41 closes, U-35 is order into the Mediterranean. Hunting should be good. Shortly after clearing Fortress Gibraltar a Convoy is spotted. Jinx! The escort causes unrepairable damage to the fuel tanks and several crewmen die in the bombing. Again the RAF catches U-35 close to base. Bombs cause more crew casualties and damages the hull. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">March 42 is spent in the Atlantic. As SS Santore 7100t is sent to the bottom, it’s Escort depth bombs U-35, severely wounding the ship’s doctor and both torpedo rooms. The doctor passes before port is reached. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_17b3_9191_e449_12c1" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/F4aprvtukSfjtozOu2RauyoQaHfhMjbFlznVE2gWDv66qtvBCFiwKmsiEJLL9_E" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 465px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The bloodied crew is now viewed as Veterans by all in the Fleet. And Hagen is awarded the Knights Cross.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Finally in July ‘42 U-35 heads back into the Atlantic. A second Happy Time is this.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">3 large freighters and a smaller are sunk totaling 19700t. SS Torny, Royston Gorge, Kennebac, and Treverbyn are stricken. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">In late ‘42 U-35 heads back to the now familiar Atlantic Ocean. Again, the veteran crew scores well. 3 small freighters and a larger one. 16200t. SS Kinross, Aviemore, Merisaar, and R.E.Lee are stricken from the rolls. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_23fc_58e3_9156_e261" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/4P2tgiHDwghe-4TY_cPJnw_1Wd2BMNzlcs59dqSU8PdCwcvy57ImsheAntknPZM" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 470px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">As February ‘43 opens, U-35 heads back into the Atlantic. The crew is confident and joyous to be back at sea. As the boat clears the Bay of Biscay, the RAF pounces. Expert in the anti submarine role, the aircrew lands a 500lb’er directly in the conning tower of U-35. Rolling “box cars” sends U-35 and all its crew to a watery grave.</span><br></div>John Hoveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180523008511413640noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478846684452038488.post-7194884506928893252021-01-01T15:39:00.001-06:002021-01-01T15:40:49.072-06:00Code Name Jupiter SOG-X.4<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Brass calls last mission a failed success. The rescue has been kept from the press, except for reporting that a certain CEO was “lost while on safari “. Vivisecting CEOs isn’t ready for 6PM coverage yet. The plus was uncovering that Dr Frankenstein has some how survived and flourished since WW2.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Here’s the brief for your next one. You’ve seen the news of monoliths popping up around the world. We’ve traced these back to the Commies. They’re using these as a distraction while he “real” monolith is brought online. Once operable, it will provide a comm link to one of their black Ops satellites. Ultimate purpose unknown.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Grab the site, collect intel, then blow the station. Wheels up in 30.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"> <div><br></div><div><img id="id_365e_afb2_201a_dc3c" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/3c-gmbD10bb1Dd_u--B7nhEJq4ZsYNJF2TN2on2iojdqdIrZvxnwt55B2FT2id4" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 466px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_7d29_ec71_6ef7_e9d4" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/Mycjduiut_B0yXNn3FH2i-pA4U3EzmkBVDQfDCae_24PWpU5YAh2qe4pPPpkSME" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 464px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_43bc_9655_c793_716f" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/gtdGTSJHAGCdBYWjcTnH1EMpSGPSm9Bpn5aYjvJHp2qaKV8qIgMKpM5YLv_EUv4" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 457px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_a2c9_f592_b2d6_f59e" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/Cq7v-FwtzfWe8ZsHeT3Pwa38nVTN0hs4swsAY_hfDvFA5e1veu5iPateVbtC2HI" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 460px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The SOG team dropped into the deep jungles of the Amazon, where the Commies had been working, under the guise construction engineers, with locals to erect several hi-tech power stations.</span></div><div><font face="UICTFontTextStyleTallBody"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></font></div><div><img id="id_396e_d41d_757c_52c6" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/r9HdnUftnRmSpLWikl7UGzY1zHR6tNDVCpRPSHE9FW4WLo3kxwoxDwrsd5nI5kA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 469px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The group pushed into the High Grasses bordering a plateau. A Hired Muscle goon stepped out of the jungle behind the team and shouted an alarm. The team found themselves in the mist of a drug lords hidden crop field, defended by an army ruffians.</span></div><div><br><img id="id_61a2_afd3_d230_6ca5" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/fnCyh5zmfHcH7RkIphdO-lhcgNVpzMczhqtMxBIs2fa21UVAmd7LWgJD0Jj0f1s" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 472px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The team had faced tougher and quickly began sweeping the enemy from the field. Sgt Burton, Cpl Beck and Cpl Abadi, as the bounding element, leapt forward. </span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_e639_88fd_d1e3_39be" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/Z8xnsLWRPRid6W7m20bl6noQC-TfU28bwHG_OpGNHd-xDrcqkCZno1AX52hynZE" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 474px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Cpl Beck kept charging deeper into the jungle, pitching a grenade at a group of smugglers. Deep jungle protected most from the blast.</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_724e_5bbc_fa2e_d4c6" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/MSiqhOkvDBqqwlxJBpAUh7ilL8-B2ZoOhk_PyxCSamuqWRMprqjv3errDiZ0Pac" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 477px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The others pressed forward in the confusion.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_783d_722e_7aa0_4264" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/aN39wZPlqqUZu6JWZXlsblVLO3l_T6u1178G_UMsX4TdIVdxFk46F7IXhn8RcX0" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 480px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">AMBUSH! </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The drug runners had practice defending their realm from Federales! The SOF team was caught in an ambush. Vega caught a burst of fire and went down in a heap. Cpl Duchetta also caught a slug but kept moving.</span></div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_f6f9_571_911f_3fa1" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/t05y4GxLA1BoeWLMWAxOajC18ljEimcUVHcDnIA2rxDq1noORpQF6kxAIl1CXVI" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 483px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Cpl Beck, showing why baseball is not big in Europe, pitched his last grenade ineffectively at a Toyota packed with Hostiles.</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_b2a6_f24e_76d9_333e" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/fP-GQP-dyN7dtGy37C9jjfRdSQgw-ttv31bphyUyCmzml-VRgpsEAzLQ9uw8qQU" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 485px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Sgt Burton took half the squad forward and established a Kill Zone of his own. Time for some playback.</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_7c74_f5ed_73d2_9073" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9WdFU9ZPlsKkiG7hS8ZBnOMpS7ItYMARpw4ELB-gYSkohS1DrYpf733EiISHP0" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 488px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_d952_7e62_7c78_1a4a" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/AxN0QX3laDrKUZZspmD2Ef3TwPzhjg6iX8L8T80XL313G4sa0N4T1GHMGm9CHMI" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 490px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">After a ferocious firefight the team turned the tide and consolidated. Sgt Larson caught minor wound stopping a flanking move. </span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_8496_35a8_6814_8f86" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/FB792wARmqFLPHaNUPy-4afA_qeEhmxlwkdh0EngiQTIfOYpcajT-IKnMbV19XU" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 491px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Close to the Objective, the team prepared to entire the ravine leading to the monolith.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Where are all these Hostiles coming from? They are sporting serious firepower.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_7ba4_35bc_c5b5_7724" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/fWlf5aNrErJa8KiNcFQHCXr0htJUSmN06fJu7tSJPoMfMwfosUcmM57EH3oo-dc" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 496px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Larson and Burton heaved grenades at the larger concentrations. Shattering Squad and </span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Truck before it’s cargo of Hostiles could off load. Time to descend the ravine and secure the monolith.</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_c43c_849c_70ec_77a8" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/tgE7PZcr-HhwQty3Qrz8561ttudoJx2OvqSbhPG8HCnB5PYhzyTxkKrAgLoH-bk" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 497px; height: auto;"> <br><br><img id="id_d30b_6945_1dc2_51df" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/6FLyX1EFlzjg0YFS3QxfXSamWkKwt75RbyjdeKvhDmSqw-6e6TwZYRhgRxRK9RI" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 499px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">WTF! What the hell were the Commies working on? An army of apes launched a shock and awe attack.</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_aba_8bfd_6a0d_b393" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/Td1kMQWzXugj5n_RzVZQMkvvwD44wv472cMLBvaQd0kDLrxm-FK69gDSsMmc7cU" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 502px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Fortunately, having already dealt with many sorts of weirdness, the SOG force recovered quickly and began emptying their mags into the new threat. Grenades seemed ineffective against these strange foes. </span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_25e6_83ec_3843_8164" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/mB4RJ8ibWbWvZND64rDNCVSTk6IuAkY-CEnTqLSDKrxP5A2yaCxEuQB7oZJZq18" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 504px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_a839_8300_a80_ed66" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/9H7Hx9I4TXrqRTkMLtO-BVhox1iSl7MQ4eu4hBHlJ3p3vbkbytazcwtu4e2I2cg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 507px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Time and ammo were running short. Time to focus and make every shot count.</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_e515_8d17_2c9b_8321" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/QV93jGj98RLiUgtUCynopbR_ZwrxfEO2QfABgnypUE_QglvtINtCvQqGez4H9PU" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 510px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Bad luck, an ape leaps out of the bush....</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_2687_4c93_5af7_e831" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/Xy9oOUXJ2CfrVquy64IEFopw1W1bNfA60O1rN2UEXvQBNcl7tXkOj2I3FakXNLo" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 513px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Cpl Beck suffers a severe clawing before the ape is dispatched. The team scatters the remaining Hostiles and secures the site long enough to call in a chopper. Time for some R&R....</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_be94_38c6_13a3_ee80" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/1YlMzNOrYn2ksXB-qJk5kPWxDE79Dwwk7FC_wZW8DLCVVJ7a-I3I2wU_Wtmvai4" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 514px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Aftermath </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Another fun game. We won on the last clock turn! The current news stories gave us a tailor made plot line. Our only miss was not working in some “planet of the apes” type Hostiles. Also, Pretty sure it’s time to recruit a PS with the Medic skill! The 203 is a sweet weapon. And one of “us” need new dice for those grenade rolls. Saturday’s dice were HORRIBLE!</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">WarFighter has proved a great game for us to play over Zoom during the pandemic of 2020. The Three of us each work 2 soldiers. We have one camera on the PS “hands”, and another one on the player mat. Play goes smoothly and has provided us with tons of fun. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Let us know if you have comments or thoughts on the SOG-X theme. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Special thanks to David for his support and quick responses to questions that have come up.</span></div>John Hoveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180523008511413640noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478846684452038488.post-84925480154713248302020-12-23T21:39:00.001-06:002020-12-24T09:53:54.421-06:00Looking Back - Consim Dallas 2020For us 2020 held two distinct parts and yeah you guessed it. The separation falls pre March 15 and Post March 15. 2020 started off like most years. After the holidays we gathered every few weeks to play a few games and share some laughs. A few standout were the usual Zombicide, Warfighter, and a new fun game called Horrified. <div><br></div><div><b>Consim Dallas March 5-8 </b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div>We attended the first ever Consim Dallas and even though it was local to us we stayed at the con hotel which allowed us to enjoy tons of gaming, laughs, and tasty food. Only rarely did chatter move to the virus that was taking hold of the world. </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_81b7_b94a_b1f2_c266" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/zsw41B4M_lMauV2J_eY16rOY9zSnXvFpPXqMerH6ttJ54KpDX6DOk0BaGLkOZNE" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 473px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div>Played a Flying Circus tournament where we flew one battle for each year of the war using only planes from that year. </div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_d07e_ac0b_78c4_66fc" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-m7QSrAR268Zgvd4pSWXbaIm2E-kXbj-uKUNT4bExkenjGlMK9rfX_iogxQp0mw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 475px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_5623_f35c_1bd1_dd97" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/YizrL6UMuOtbFZiZmLb2_Ts9RatQd_LrVpaIXTk38plcIwY0p5Kl9yIPEOVWIMM" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 479px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div>We really enjoyed Battle Ravens. The national cards added cool flavor. </div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_78b7_be5b_9c74_164" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/TbJdgksV4TmfLuynCRJvyfzLjfH4udwsp3-xxFQDGwB5tw6U6IZfRMZpCXhJmlc" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 480px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Old school Zombies!!! <br></span><br><img id="id_8c2_418e_24a1_3503" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/fa2okAJvrCiF2os6caT7d4NAArkSQmxiFenDS_b2NgsNDa0uJtOiGuMgWfl5-mg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 484px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div>Borg’s Tricorne Battle of Bunker Hill. This has become our favorite Command and Colors game. </div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_f1ca_b48e_77f8_231a" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/kakHIfrt_AYCssrShb0haDwH4wZxLeiVSvMQEMwYOK2cQ3i-zUYXtlomKZJ9XVo" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 485px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">WWE Dice Masters. We played this for several hours and let’s just say Rick Flair is a beast!<br></span><br><img id="id_ce20_655f_e0b3_bcf6" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/ZWT01PTRjs5mIkLNtwb0BVhWaq-em-yY-9J34lKXNhzrQSLgYYyBtzHOJ01HteU" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 486px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Rise of the Zombies. The birth of the Warfighter engine. <br></span><br><img id="id_9b41_ee84_3e4d_699e" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/yIf4TvC9-rvJLPLIrAVlOo8PMgVML9XfNqzEcaC-9yASXC_5IxJ-TgpuTRpc5qk" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 487px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div>Savage Wilderness was great. We played several battles. Each battle had its own map and the game is fast and easy but has enough flavor to satisfy. </div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_f2ab_9639_73e8_1788" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/x_aXrVtJD76tTPg9kACEoKmW-aMJS3vo_4Ti1p0UjUb6eWQFXt-zmUn7bbKinsc" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 491px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Platoon Commander. We played a USA and Germans versus the Soviets expansion which came in the Deluxe Kursk. <br></span><br><img id="id_38cb_e097_eac8_3b66" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/AJvspwhOTI1BMBkijP5bhQ6UHi2k_C9ezcv42OnApRYLUZWVHgVMAmXEq6YN7cU" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 492px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div>We played a single elimination tournament of Maneuver. </div><div><br><img id="id_e30_4ca6_bba_f2e2" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/GNQ2twQDEjLm8pTB06Xc3EyXgsx-3A9iacD2U5rnaz3KhBbfeBWFHOMpZxR78XU" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 495px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Amazingly tasty Bacon Wrapped Stuffed Jalapeños! <br></span><br><img id="id_dacf_3d61_1b2c_8cd9" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/MyacuWgsXcvl7tlrPBvF4ng5Jg38NNAUmzUctTcxwp3hPm1ELdxZ5TRCSRfDPVU" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 497px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Watched a few monster games being played. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">We also played Panzer General Korea, Golf Dice, and joined a friend in a great three player game of Quartermaster General Cold War in which all three faction finished within 3 points. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><b>Conclusion</b> </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The gaming we did at Consim Dallas was truly epic. We would definitely go again if it happens in the future. The flea market and small dealers room was gravy. </span></div>John Hoveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180523008511413640noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478846684452038488.post-20990533424566862352020-12-01T19:57:00.001-06:002020-12-01T19:57:50.262-06:00Return of an old Nemesis<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Never mind what you saw in North Korea. They’ve dropped a complete cone of silence over that country.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">We have a bigger concern. A congressional delegation, along with some corporate types were Meeting in Southwestern Poland. As they loaded into their limos, a hit squad took out security and then drove off into the Eastern Europe countryside.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Satellite intel traced the convoy to an enclave, which for some unknown reason the soviets never brought under their control. The surrounding area has always shown above average military activity.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Make a low level drop, reacquire that delegation, then find a way to get everyone home. Take off in thirty.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The squad</span> <div><br></div><div><img id="id_6ce1_1cc4_5b9d_d984" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/EcNnjRrD_3tJmMTunJYW95CEVr3gvY-DMb-EOi0FFSdKkkKt1EEAJcOuQajMB0c" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 471px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_4d4b_f3b0_c8b0_63a9" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/2-zraU-cUyablnsGBgMONtqhIBPsnFfUCEndKqAAeiqo_OSX6FsZbdji4yBmEj4" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 477px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_24d1_745_c56f_832" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/UIaz9j-RHCah8mS_JIaCVx6K7sdr9tcuxlnVYgXyNH8kmHLDUSJqbwRjblgr8vU" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 486px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">They reviewed the mission brief while inbound. The jump into an area without first hand knowledge made for a dicey jump. Result - what can at best be called a Poor Landing (to hit the zone each PS had to dump 2RP of gear (knives, pistols, grenades, who needs ‘em?))</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_d6c_f0b_752b_e315" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/3zb_7ER5l8-r6kItUTY5QL1ZfIh08ivX5s1KVxaisfMN1AAw_NDuzJpn_2K2DSo" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 488px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The brief had one thing right, the enclave had a cordon of baddies guarding it.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_e385_58f8_1bd2_8919" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/8zhTrahcsoQYH1dAdimqLW2u8CuDgZjvZ0q-rAI6hCA3jDb0zPJ_aMaNChl8qo4" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 489px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Once again, the surprise of an airborne assault paid off. Heavy fire from our assault weapons cleared the Checkpoint. (Wow - entry cost of 3 plus 2 for each hostile). This allowed Sgt Burton and Cpl Tate to push up and secure the area.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_b427_28d9_1788_f7c3" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/q-gnTzX0mcgAxsKHYlFrjUfBIdkRp0XwsfFrE5SHYx4cF3s-ByjwOBbxWf3A06Q" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 491px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The firefight alerted other forces in the area, who then blocked our road in. Cpl Sharp pitched a M67 into the middle of the enemy as Tate pinned down the rest.</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_1be5_bd72_ae6f_ba44" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/sl7rksELF3-n_pJ0WvdXJLDBfMWNfCqm_kJnPTAC1weQmd2OBIw0AU28wxiVLQw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 492px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The entire countryside was lousy with Baddies. As soon as the roadblock was overcome, the squad was hit by another patrol. The squad was burning thru ammo and luck. Sgt Burton signaled Pvt Reeves to trigger the call sign for a supply drop. The team was too stretched and needed to all press forward at the same time. (Entry costs were running high and required lots of cards and draw actions, concurrent with clearing out hostiles).</span></div><div><font face="UICTFontTextStyleTallBody"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></font></div><div><img id="id_b83b_f243_1ebc_76df" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/elGaW-HENhoELQYME0GBKFSDKs4HrnplSqFZlzG4FE_JVMdi1ffM2DveK8-BIDo" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 497px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Luck ran out for Pvt Reeves, his attention to the signal burst distracted him from staying low, and bursts from many hostiles ended his career as an airborne ranger.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Adding to the bad news, the damn drop landed behind the squad (blue markers of a 6RP drop).</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_9423_4598_5213_d5fd" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/Kb0O0N2cjBM2gg6BlKW0vdhEXNnBZaq9R5lRbu3sjdFZkraiwNbrIgcqRgEzxK8" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 499px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The team reorganized and Sgt Larson agreed to scramble back and recover the supply drop.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_fa7e_98d0_e13f_aeca" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/Tn9ZgwiMuqmvWovOMvWfOGBOAbvd0xzZBQaBDSoxs6FpyMy8ed88TY180pHQ8ck" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 502px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">WTF! As the squad prepared to breach the isolated factory where the captives were being held, a mass of antique warriors assaulted the squad! Time warp!</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_65b2_8c12_baae_9bd2" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/LiYVWoU2fOpC_GxKuQ4rnGTsisQjhjb_tmnz-OMbhddFwxKaHzpQwyfTw2k-nfY" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 499px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">It was like a 75 year stockpile of WW2 dropped on the team. Though these hostiles were even more strange. Fearless. Many looking like death warmed over. Romero would say zombies!</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">And in the back, an old geezer looked up from vivisecting one of the now “former” CEO types from the delegation. The team had seen this guy before. Division history contained rumors of combating a Dr Frankenstein back in ‘44. Could this be him?</span></div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_618f_526b_4f98_15f6" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/x0030cMPEM6nRn5FWa48HNpSCvZSlmt2RK5vzUMrTnpuv6bU_CjA-SCeIrFhpKc" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 508px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Cpl Tate caught a burst from Hitler’s buzz saw and went down in a heap. Sarge spotted a Commie Hind outback. He’d flown one before, and an extraction plan formed.</span></div><div><br><img id="id_77a8_7ad_9802_d6f8" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/PyyFwj_bOJD0o19yfr6bQ6WFYnmWZ9HwPKGnYcx0Usj9Gb1fp04CZ_q9Ko3Fivs" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 511px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The team nailed every enemy with the range to bring the Hind under fire. Two members took potshots at the Doktor but failed (high cover and -2 to hit, one tough cookie).</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Sgt Beck, on loan from the FDR, yelled to the delegation “every one, get to der Chopper!”.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Followed by Larson’s cry of “if you want to live, come with me!”</span></div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_c873_487d_a754_cc78" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/2H1hzwaEo1t4wT9VwwtkD88jmQ2QEnE5gJ3e6dwbWtUUzd4hkJJdzoFmU-abGUo" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 515px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Aftermath </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The team made it to the objective with one turn to spare. Plenty of time to load a bunch of suits into the helicopter.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">We tried a homebrew this week. It was time to see Dr Frankenstein again. And I sort of enjoy the original zombie pack and wanted to see those guys again. Dr Frankenstein and zombie encounters in WW2 are part of the lore and history that caused the creation on SOG X.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">It worked out well, as many/most are range 0, allowing our troopers to juke them in many cases. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Also, I preplanned the locations, still had to play a location card in order to flip it. And the other two players did not know what the locations were until they were flipped. Thematically I figured in several checkpoints and roadblocks, to hem in the Doktor’s forces. After the abandoned factory I had the MI-24 as the objective card, setting up the escape route.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Fudged, and gave Beck a pistol. Hope to figure out a way to (like in PMC) take a trooper from lower entry cost level to PS status. Ultimately we want a multinational Phoenix Force type squad. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Airborne is still a fun setting. Wishing there was another batch of landing zone and behind enemy lines cards. Mainly to keep the missions fresh.</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><br></div>John Hoveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180523008511413640noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478846684452038488.post-4954727395219478702020-11-27T18:46:00.001-06:002020-11-28T09:19:29.093-06:00Compound Raid Afghanistan Intel indicates a large weapons cache in a countryside compound. The National Army decides it will conduct the raid without USA support. The Army is trying to show it can control areas outside of the cities. <div><br></div><div>I’m testing one of my missions for the supplement I’m creating for Two Hour Wargames Chain Reactions, NUTS!, and/or FNG. Heck maybe even a standalone set depending how it takes shape. Chain Reaction is a really good complete game and it’s FREE!</div><a href="https://www.twohourwargames.com/free.html" id="id_b725_1182_1161_652c" target="_self">THW Chain Reaction Rules Site</a><div><br></div><div>Forces</div><div>The National Army has two fire teams. One tasked with breaching and the second following to support. </div><div>The Insurgents are represented by 6 Possible Enemy Forces (PEF). Two are in the compound open area and each building block has one. </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_94a8_c6c6_f8a0_36e6" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/AxIwWVvGq1iBbPltYNigqo4TpRllD2rfMw1tmnez7XMwDCLM1isxUnVMKITmWhI" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 473px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Breaching team moves in after taking out the patrol outside the compound. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_a1cc_a1c1_7d7c_5024" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/AnQCB_Pv4nsjlQrAGFrcfvTEVqgaSzG09NvUFYU31QOChrKn3bCH50z3RTfm04s" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 474px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Team 2 moves in from the side watching for more guards and ready to support. It looks like surprise is holding. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_652b_4d83_783d_14ee" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/vcYeZ2FwQWP8UflB6zxDchNcX1Y30fEu2TMTd2U0jMpARAXLQzgzMQmJdT32slo" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 477px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_b330_8633_414e_53ec" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/QKbudYxcQk_jLusJs8z0VED8lr1-BnNx-YoNUJTu9PpUqRptSkVhr0cj6FVEw0Y" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 478px; height: auto;"><br><br>Two PEFs represented by the commander on the radio and the light MG team on the roof. </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_5773_3bc1_1cfc_71ea" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/8Oi8mYDCBkR1bgwErVHl3wYHlnyOYvht2bnhuG5-PAHM-qzz6lEzumH4e7Gg1NY" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 480px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The team breaches as the first PEF is 4 insurgents. Luckily for the team the second PEF was insight as well but is just the wind or an animal. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_de31_e106_4e8c_25e7" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/FSHTwhxvGNMsQiM7lLMC7x5UsnER9u5U_UvMcFMcHdnyrSbkLuqY3b4EYcJWE4o" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 482px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The Army is quick and wins the insight test. They kill two insurgents and the other two duck back but only after one of them is able to knockout one soldier. The support team quickly reinforces with one member joining the breaching team to keep them at full strength. </span></div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_c129_645c_c517_2fb6" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/O66WyGLOB1zTaoEHH3xrscZOSI4mpnYg4SgfqLOUuCqMWP8Lp03zKMXffToziTU" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 485px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">S Vest! The leader exclaims but too late. The S Vest blows and takes out the bomber as well as all four National Army members. The remaining soldiers withdraw. The building PEF ended up as a suicide bomber who won the insight test even though I have a modifier to their insight test. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Wrap up</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">A really quick but intense mission as was intended. My next test will be starting a SEAL three mission campaign. </span><br></div>John Hoveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180523008511413640noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478846684452038488.post-11246309602626052442020-11-24T18:27:00.001-06:002020-11-24T19:50:34.462-06:00Warfighter Drop Zone North Korea<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">We’ve intercepted heavy radio traffic coming over the NK’s military net. Much of it seeming to be frantic calls for support, oddly enough being sent in the clear. Satellite intel shows scenes of rioting and mass murdering occurring in every major city we monitor. The NK military is moving mechanized units into the cities and engaging the mobs.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Their Chinese buddies seem to fear the mobs of NKs gathering towards their shared border. Something about those herds has caused the Chinese to drop every bridge joining the two countries. They have also tripled the number of river boats patrolling those areas. They know something we don’t!</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Given our suspicions concerning the Covid-19 outbreak, our white coat people fear some biological experiment might have blown up in their face.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The president has authorized your team to drop into NK and demolish the People’s Highway Bridge before the rabble crosses. The fly in your whiskey is that our SK “partners” want to goodwill any and all support requested by their estranged brothers. So, you must make a covert insertion and drop the bridge from the NK side, preferably without tipping off the SKs.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Here’s your brief:</span> <div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_96a7_1aaa_a51_64fb" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/M-8Yr9Sm4zbMcnPOCkjmVWoLN54Dt-qMropmep7o7ncMdGKLsDDreIQX4SFtojI" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 464px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Sack up, you liftoff in 30.</span></div><div><font face="UICTFontTextStyleTallBody"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></font></div><div><img id="id_82d6_8d3a_32f_1d43" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/hOOwrC4xKt9bbBHa1cJvC83zJNXMrlWLUsVw6kxVUVGUgCvUqgQHUbFFqLyDPSU" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 468px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_7768_c7aa_7c53_4642" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/gjpgScU2M4uhXUU46uSCT-9fKcqnyiPbhDe5smQ16E5u0KEJLPyXmz7cJ2Spfgo" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 468px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_8a4a_27e2_9b50_e55a" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/mex0pHRR00HUbwIhwLjvr5NWhIsCchWOCCwCsYLLW7WiDTMq4ZHeVABXiuQTZ_g" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 469px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The team drops into the middle of some NKs. Fortunately we hit them before their shock wore off.</span></div><div><font face="UICTFontTextStyleTallBody"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></font></div><div><img id="id_f393_db07_5d15_914b" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/jVHK3ehLQvzsQTinCfPZUiRqqPquiBwQgZW9L651RPncOgGPotIz-dmCWex3mHs" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 467px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The Bridge approach was well defended. We ran into some tough terrain (time marker advanced 2 spaces).</span></div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_7940_b1bf_72f3_909e" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/6Mcooj8iULJ38lsJqhcZ2pZFRHzNw_7uqodvf7RW-SIBSI5ifJt2NHXpQ6NoImw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 471px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The enemy had the benefit of knowing the countryside, and made taking them out more difficult than African warlord mission troops had been. The team slowed their advance in order to reduce the engaged forces.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_e638_deb6_109_94ef" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/ynbrSlIPBswhC6ExCOpjlbDwKu0b5T9RR5a9GLwlonKs9lYD2S_SvB4fLsWPVRw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 476px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The squad expended the few grenades they had, eliminating many of the enemy. The team then spread out to cover the Supply Drop zone. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_1567_c336_6e53_931" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/AMizs-41EFGY92vajspgKDj13dIrNK4hnUO9el-YO1vHjb7ha4X2x_7lgVLC-FA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 478px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Dammit. The drop overshot even our forward position. It had the equipment needed for dropping the bridge. Time to hump it and reconsolidate the squad. Team Lead sprinted forward, having seen the chute hung on the bridge itself.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_abae_7bb9_15_c1fd" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/U7RKsLp_kb2VO2uexUVRxy1X7Jm1x8D3NADj0MIEfyzeoPXHQFRVcqQORkxmiU8" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 480px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The bridge was well defended. The squad laid down suppressing fire, allowing a snapshot at the officer as he sprinted towards his commo Jeep.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">With the M3 Gustav retrieved, Lead dropped back and let loose at the main trestle. The NKs stared in shock as the bridge fell into the river. Time for the squad to skin out, and skin out they did!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_a7a9_ee58_c8fb_abeb" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/Xqw8rXohfIJSLhVwYh_MYIlwM2qJDR7ketpasHMJK9_hCRQMeSCv5D1uy1kORkI" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 482px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Aftermath </span></div><div><br></div><div><font face="UICTFontTextStyleTallBody"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">So begins our Special Operations Group X (SOG X) campaign. Future posts will show more about this hard hitting group of operators and their wins and losses fighting the hidden war. </span></font></div><div><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">We enjoy the Airborne missions. Behind enemy lines cards are greatness and can really add excitement to a mission. As do the landing zone cards.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">This was our first encounter with North Korean forces. They were tougher than the Middle East and African forces. We are going to need to up gun our weapons. We could really use a ranged weapon with spray!</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Great game. Good fun.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">We wonder what outbreak was behind this mission? Stay tuned.....</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br></div>John Hoveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180523008511413640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478846684452038488.post-79924095614845812992020-11-20T22:22:00.001-06:002020-11-20T22:28:48.022-06:00The Devil Went Down to Georgia<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Grimsaw and Maibala were not happy to be ordered back into the jungle. They had been the only ones to return alive from the last foray. Nerves were frayed.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Their confidence was bolstered somewhat by having veteran jungle fighter Sala assigned to the mission.</span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Shadows and fog engulfed the team from the outset. Sala slid his blade from its sheath as the fog closed in. It comforted him. Grimsaw received a hailstorm of rifle fire as he emerged from the fog.</span></div><div><font face="UICTFontTextStyleTallBody"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></font></div><div><img id="id_7d32_f4e4_97cd_13e7" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9EuYkhVvyzECYy7MPWd9v6q7afb4ETvCSqi4GG5xK1m0hENFrKoc6DCVxP41xg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 461px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The team closed ranks and forced the enemy to hunker down.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_98cb_7586_76ff_ac84" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/HgJE1qFm7kkFS3wGNcu_upt5wKntjFT4PE19lVW1u1k0pt5o9UQO4I4Y2E2OOxE" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 463px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Grimsaw’s frayed nerves were making him careless. As he advanced, he triggered a boobytrap. As enemy forces gathered ahead, Maibala played rearguard.</span></div><div><br><img id="id_2e1d_77e4_f2a5_366" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/EkeIybblz1Xqtet09WeM7PepVCF9EVbHuyOu2c3tcbs_QvEOr-xsThKs8OGptJk" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 466px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Grimsaw, a tad crazed, rushed recklessly ahead of the team. He wanted this objective Bad.</span></div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_29a2_85e_439e_4473" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/zctTykdbbJiw3J0u9wVsALUEW4Hfa4O2U-GQZYULRyqcoecuG95KlqyFnIgmTtw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 467px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Sala remained behind to deal with threats lurking in the fog. A fog which seemed to trail the squad while growing denser. The others rushed to aid Grimsaw.</span></div><div><font face="UICTFontTextStyleTallBody"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></font></div><div><img id="id_8b2_1ec2_eab0_120" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/Z_K_bBQyyey-wM6i3oY_sjd_eXwE0bMnMP8zkDsxuoSobKnPzJE9e7XgR0zM6Cw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 469px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Grimsaw’s crazed rush, left the team stretched out along the path. Kute paid the price.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_9573_c0c6_3b7a_80c4" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/b6cXjwDZylJ6I74xSV8fm1MDZYZolaNCAfcI69xPJS729M1cx6tobgD9SZE-f0U" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 473px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Sala fell out of contact. However, his efforts in the fog kept forces from building up on the objective. Grimsaw reached their goal, but the fog had allowed a major build up to occur (RP hostiles + a 5 points).</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">His grenades would even the score.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_c986_9f22_41be_8d2a" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/wM1i9nldlqoFEFeLQZmUFfncur_HA-YGMZODW4qXMSgCxZfiAQUgEDTzcIdwonM" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 476px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Time was running out. Maibala heard Sala cry out and headed back to help. He had little to aid Grimsaw.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Grimsaw was making a last stand. He had to clear the area or all would be lost.</span></div><div><font face="UICTFontTextStyleTallBody"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></font></div><div><img id="id_8378_5631_ae99_8dc" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/TxiQKaBzANM8t-KCzRRMdQ-Unm03-Mdj7Zu0d_d-Pst_D1WpeJTXD6sNtG4TcgI" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 479px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The fat lady sang. Time had run out as the fog engulfed the four soldiers. </span></div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_740e_1956_f5ef_79b7" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/uJv6R9M-OuEEtMBADtHRfmE3Vy8fZXb6LYGRx5e-JZHR2LGYNVggtFzQP-mjljc" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 485px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Aftermath </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Thus ends our three R’Lyeh missions. Zero wins. The module has great new twists, which required us to rethink our tactics and loadouts. Obviously we needed more plays to get it right.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">This final mission was extra bloody, and fun. We prefer challenging missions and have often found the more enjoyable sessions to be those that result in casualties and even failure. Here the result is if the time expires, the squad is never heard from again.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The soldiers in this module are all fun to mix into the missions.</span></div><div><font face="UICTFontTextStyleTallBody"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></font></div><div><font face="UICTFontTextStyleTallBody"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">The Mission Team</span></font></div><div><font face="UICTFontTextStyleTallBody"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></font></div><div><img id="id_d2c0_dd6d_137_fd91" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/4cL-LAtdkIIMlorDTX_2rZhS0HNhTqJhYW21_54LiMXyCB6vbDMmGwesV-MsSgQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 466px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_3d62_56cf_b59c_dae" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/pxU3eLiGWzusGjDh9FLAO3a2zgG0Hi5ytPgp2nmxNCRxZnhYT6iE4Tz652tQyxU" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 469px; height: auto;"><br></div><div><br></div>John Hoveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180523008511413640noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478846684452038488.post-38817199359078869382020-11-11T20:21:00.001-06:002020-11-12T18:53:39.813-06:00Warfighter WW2 - British Landing Tactics Exercise<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">A squad from the London Fog Regiment was tasked with clearing a channel off the beach for the follow on forces. In reality this was an exercise testing the Brits Shore Invasion tactics.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The run in aboard one of the Yank’s Higgins boat was a bit dodgy (all soldiers suffer a suppression)</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"> <div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_275e_7061_9ce2_c487" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/tYFHNvXOQlNRJyumlWN0h_pwWTznNw7DE6ztEl-Rh_NZ5wnks_gz5juFcrTckrQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 465px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The Captain’s Leadership drove the squad off the boat and into a Boiling Surf and the team machine gunner forced the enemy spotter to ground while the rest detected a sniper and peppered him with suppressing fire. An MG42 opened up and wounded our MG trooper.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The Boiling Surf battered the team as the advanced (after rolling all suffered an opening suppression).</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The Captain rushed forward and dropped two PIAT rounds on the MG42.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_f6fc_ba99_2c02_4c79" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/HKljks13fqzIb3-UtRYOdZ1BGAN341_kkQLeyAGaCX6fIt72uIRrDFVSLNSOIgA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 471px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The rest advanced onto the Deadly Beach zone blasting away at the spotter and sniper, again suppressing those enemies.</span></div><div><font face="UICTFontTextStyleTallBody"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></font></div><div><img id="id_4b4a_5b3d_bfc5_6770" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/PRFcJrXQl8COIsz-ZNiQiAchlMPCs5NrqISUaHZmYdFS43mKJLWzIaC7BFOiTMw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 475px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Now the final push began. Rushing the Recon objective, members found a cache of enemy grenades (Objective text) and began lobbing them at the enemy. Corporal fired a rifle grenade into the MG42 (with Blast) position wiping it out. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_a632_bb6f_cb50_ffe3" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/KZC8yLIbTG8kHkmekQlUTMGYAK4moBcLCo50owkmKPF5UZ6TL-iGRGcJQ7zeEQg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 480px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">At close range the mopping began in earnest.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">As the last enemy position was cleared, the squad consolidated at the top of the dunes and awaited the follow on force.</span></div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_2f84_52de_dfc4_17b4" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/baQfW7eEoLP9rtDutl8VENwgwtux6cpdg5eIdOV3LAERKeU2gAMXHy78WHxmgE0" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 483px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The beach was cleared, and it was generally a cake walk. The expensive PS was well worth the cost. The combo of PIATs, Rifle Grenade and the objective providing each entrant 2 grenades made this a very achievable mission.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The Starting Forces</span></div><div><img id="id_d4a7_126_e7bc_e89a" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/ewNTGI2k03LW41-J00kOcL5ZvRYuJRG1TsKHGY0YzYLkNQ20Qv2KUFd8DUr4G9A" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 483px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_e001_ef88_5379_3c45" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/sxGC6lrsbC5COh3hM3omXHbd_YJnx3RNzCZ_Qd5TKFJJb6Muim9UpMceak2MRQM" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 485px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_77d1_b7d7_66a2_f4d4" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/tRY_rCyfl6ak0wfykZnMh0_gTRocvHqZmXOA-l0FTFuCE9gonLnAI1fPLW4JYTs" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 481px; height: auto;"><br><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div>John Hoveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180523008511413640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478846684452038488.post-81851410522151867912020-09-12T11:00:00.001-05:002020-09-12T11:21:43.999-05:00Castle Frankenstein Ep 3 - Taking it to the Man<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Charlie hoped the third time would be a charm. The Brass had given him and Rika an old fashioned cuss out. However, they to realized that something new, strange, and deadly was happening. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Brass was banking that a recent ULTRA intercept held the key to ending this scourge. The coded message had requested barrels of exotic chemicals and heavy water for something Jerry called Projekt Terminator. The fact that the requester was codenamed Doktor Frankenstein was the one detail that made this sketchy. But the target site seemed to fit the tab for what was happening. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Regardless, Brass was willing to send six Joes in to case this FrankenDen. The team would be beefed up compared to the last two. Still Charlie had suggested it should be handed over to the Airborne. When Brass said “not their job.”, Charlie put in for a transfer to the Airborne. Transfer Denied! Well, at least he wasn’t headed back to that damned Fortress. </span><div><font face="UICTFontTextStyleTallBody"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></font><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Man the Brass just isn’t hip to what we’re up against. These missions just get tougher. It was all the team could do making a path through the Jerries guarding the Castle’s entrances. Rika and Duncan burned thru their “hands” of tricks, as Charlie used a metal rainstorm to clear a path. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_4bf1_c0ac_ec1_cdef" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/xNmwFdW4XuwvczvlBUg_KL5vnSOPcai8F6Vwo4-L5h4bdDP_XtarDCW6hk-BcGQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 471px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Charlie cut a path for the team to make it past a vault of Vats. Randell took point as the squad headed up the tower’s staircase. Rika gasped as a Sounder of Wild Boars, armored and weaponized tore into a shocked Pvt Randall. While Randell’s “Number was Up”, at least he took the Sounder with him, tumbling over a ledge, sows in tow.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_c8b8_28c4_8c86_e2ff" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/N-0ivNhUQdaqEGz_7GAkC5F_ISGpBiqON26FzGx-PcZE72f7khlbWI_anfLYdqo" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 472px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The team paused to regroup and reload. Charlie pumped a rocket into the Jerry Axemen before catching up to the others. But those Axemen were Lumberjacks and they were okay! They chop down GIs and work all day!</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">An officer peered down on the team. Shouting orders only Rika understood to enemies we couldn’t see.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br><img id="id_d04_3a69_318d_2c90" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/eYBsYItvtOVxyozF_PmOymiEPetc4v9d3hjzdc_aVC0yypvqlSBCh0TjWJMsjO8" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 474px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">At the top of the stairs, Duncan and Allen dove into some sort of crazy control room.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Allen stood to take point. A burst from a team manning Hitler’s Buzzsaw downed him before he could call out a warning. Lucky for Duncan, the round labeled “Duncan” ricocheted off his helmet. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_b573_5c6_d335_6c4d" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/vltZDy_6zFg_v8sM0UYAoDZCvPP6j_HFryoB2cWEhBqJqM_7vdj82jKdWKMu8MI" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 478px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Jerries poured out of every rat hole in the castle. Time was running out. Turner got caught in a hail of fire from a rifle team and went down for good. The team could not generate enough firepower to stall the FrankenGuards. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">A decision was made to rush Frankenstein’s lab. Duncan grabbed a couple potato mashers from a dead grenadier and made his Hero play.</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_827f_9f5d_c4cb_194a" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/ssQDojdyyNMRynNakRdZ3tW42JPMi3BZg_csHcB2_NVzfl_kbTsa67NdrgQgUHA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 481px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Damn the entire army was here guarding the Doktor!</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_8783_c47c_30fb_db45" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/UDkHkInR8wOYCsAh_HccEcC4QeU7zHkmWwhllG4mx2FZaaUNtDmpXGxnDqxg1UU" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 488px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Duncan underhanded a potato masher, arching it perfectly at Frankenstein. He was rewarded with a thousand piercing rounds. Duncan’s last image was of a squattie toad like man in a lab coat diving on the grenade. The Blast (6 dice) from the grenade barely had his number.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Charlie and Rika realized their time had also run out. The last thing Rika understood was the Doktor shouting “To my uboot!”.</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_b54c_13df_2092_d89c" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/auSbKX6nkyepH11VuQDv7hsyBW7Sy7lfKaG7tmmQc8HitwBjw8XrplZKwamU2CI" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 491px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Aftermath </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Well that went poorly.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Even though we took three Player Soldiers, weapons with range and Many grenades, we were easily stymied again.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Luckily no Chemical locations were drawn. The Mission’s 10 turn limit was way to tight. By he third location we knew we had trouble. And big brother botched his shuffling roll, as locations were hard to come by, costing us several discard and draw actions.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">We had decided during a traditional WW2 WF that things were not challenging enough and we would shift to Elite Hostiles. Well this Adventure Pack has me rethinking that. Elite Hostiles have lots of cover and take lots of hits. This mission added Fearless. Toss in the occasional Close Combat location and then queue the Fat Lady. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">As always, it was lots of fun. The Boars, Axemen, and Igor are fun and difficult opponents. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">We can’t speak to Dr Frankenstein. We are guessing he’s on his way to the South Pole or Jungles of Argentina. Regardless, we will see him and his body guards again, either in a PMC or Airborne mission some day.....</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Appendix - Mission Team</span></div><div><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_224a_2c2f_5e39_6866" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/i1owg9V8YryuxEPWTZxCAlGkAOUsPoTmhr2qOJit8w00ZTUXg97zozO6Z-51nqs" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 466px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_e9a0_4d48_aa35_ca6f" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/DqN2dNJFDE4MHYz8llCsPEdgpN94_7BcAi83t3ww4hkzvgGztKAFe2OgNMF_5hM" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 476px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_bb20_cf02_28d8_120d" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/uuUWZ5OIZcYlr0N6HvL2zOI4lZ_qxe_ttQ4XPbs4dleEXDjTMe6JWble3VCYd7A" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 484px; height: auto;"><img src="blob:null/cd84d0f5-8ae6-4185-b3e3-b993d5f56aef" id="id_ecd2_cde_b54c_2ec3" style="width: 0px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_4b38_fc4d_8ab3_501c" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/isVL36QdzgaVWz9ggBkT85bRevJfttSr-LOMs06oJpg3YGQAFSG2R9YoHNKUmuw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 484px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_2aea_59dc_dfd4_66b9" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/NI_Ty-9UT0rI7akVCIBGy4-qTPJzhYI55D6rhUCXpaKLO3arp3ttYAeYEseGryA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 491px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_180f_77c6_49db_2233" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/95wkBvYejB6bAYaBqnPgE4AQcisKbLcRU2ppiMuJ0RMr6SEPGRR2ueQTraYer8c" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 494px; height: auto;"><br><br><br></div></div>John Hoveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180523008511413640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478846684452038488.post-72829571180336196792020-07-31T11:17:00.001-05:002020-07-31T11:53:54.577-05:00Warfighter: Into the Frying Pan<div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><b><u>Castle Frankenstein Mission 2</u></b></span></div>Sgt Charlie McD listened as the mission brief droned on. The documents he’d retrieved with the Maquis’ help had been decoded and translated. Jerry had been working on some strange crap in the Fortress. Something called the Thule Society were the main honchos behind Jerry’s activity.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Some tightly wound OSS Major was ordering us out on another raid. At least this time he’d have some Joes with him for support. Of course the resistance dame Rika wanted back in too. Her country I guess...</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Charlie’s attention drifted to the new tin man suit he was getting for the mission. Supposedly even better than his last one. He hoped it burned less fuel! He feared being busted back to Private if he lost this one.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"> <div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_2117_7bcd_98c4_3aa3" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/huNXesoMrzn9SNhMHo0IEDWdFW6PEU7gDwpgZYiEAvjDVg4kaPAGh3-6zKWbowM" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 463px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_1558_9f78_74d7_d1b3" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/FjD_LCM_iEJaLM_7LI0hTD8D12Kfj17f9_U2J0eR8WQQjR5lxQkSXlWA3oAGuSs" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 527px; height: auto;"><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_649f_25ea_bad2_f578" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/9a5_Ju1NqVqhnAPL-W_Y_e0ZkY12l3b_sIRSomCRHJ6YKMi2c9SyaivJ4QgYA0Q" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 475px; height: auto;"><br><br><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Charlie’s attention snapped back when he heard the Major yell “Move your ass! NOW!”</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The Brass was not happy that we failed to clear out the Fortress, and ordered us back in to complete the job.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">We made our way to the jump off point. No surprise to us, Jerry had funneled in reinforcements. Elite bastards too. Getting off the dime was a tough row.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_983d_197b_bc35_51f2" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/dUJ_MMhCz0h2h7IYGyP7MabOf9hhRe6j403T2Kqlogy7gJoNQqmsaGlAOIXPi1w" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 477px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Charlie tested out his new rocket launcher. A nice touch, but a tad underwhelming too. He’d hoped for a bigger blast zone than it packed.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Charlie and Rika used their prior experiences to hold of the enemy while the newbies began pushing deeper into the complex.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_f079_d4e6_8c20_1c90" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/oBKYmWiPrMH8vUOO-CZ-XN_DMjqxq01uSfhe829xnaAQI2JTNJZip6KnY9luW88" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 487px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">A stray round punched a hole in a drum above Pvt Scott. Whatever the hell was in there poured on Scott. Terror gripped the newcomers as the skin melted from his face. Fortunately death quickly claimed him (failed Chemical roll)(hmmm 1 health troopers may have been a poor choice).</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Charlie used his braced MG to wear down the enemy. Progress is slow.</span></div><div><font face="UICTFontTextStyleTallBody"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></font></div><div><img id="id_70c3_2ba3_9636_ec4c" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/2mg2qSpibkqh27BNqHtR14sOJXkWRoE1fGW8k2-cugUcqcFNQlkel-SfqwGoUtY" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 495px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Charlie’s firepower was making him the target of choice. It was all that permitted the squad to make any progress. It’s cost was that Jerry had effectively cornered the main threat to the jump off point. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">He used his rockets to prevent harassing forces and an enemy machine guns from pressuring the clock.</span></div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_68bb_2ac6_8f44_628b" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/caLJHgsS6VWMKJUkpo3rWH8FHpWFeWjgbsXmOSQPHiXQ137nGTv4aeVdGQKAMUs" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 499px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Rika used her lone grenade on a rifle team. The forward element lacked sufficient firepower to make consistent progress towards the objective. This accelerated the clock countdown. </span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_ed48_9e30_6af4_59d3" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/VdwFP6r_l_02ggC81JBOen6jnqzpDyqveUXzHdels9i4pzoIbMw0nbDl9Cj_sUU" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 503px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">A wrong turn saw Rika lead the team into a laboratory. Loaded with bad men. Very bad men. A savage burst hit Pvt G Orwell. 2 wounds and he went down. (Even a 3 wound Squad soldier couldn’t make it in Frankenstein’s Fortress)</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_960d_3de5_305a_e30a" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/q9Ry0RlrZJKJsOkOFhFoe4rolJVz8871l9hpbX_pkkIMeGv7NdvSFQ693el49VI" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 509px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">With time against them, Rika began to fallback towards Firebase Charlie. Sapphire took a burst on her way out. She was able to lash out with 3 EKIAs before succumbing to her wounds. ( her Sacrifice skill was the biggest contribution made during the mission).</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">With only one turn remaining, Charlie and Rika exited the mission. Major Fail.</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_e71e_4d2e_731_1811" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/xMaoaQv6yqsnC384YRTqquLHko9Tb720-M12DiVUMxPa9U87P6TOEBDasWgubvE" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 516px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><b><u>AAR</u></b></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Charlie and the Mech gobble up a ton of the available RPs. Trying to mix in some Maquis for flavor and shifting to all Elite Hostiles was too much. This team really had no chance at succeeding.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Next, the three of us will move onto a different Objective. Probably keep Rika on the team, but with a weapon having range 1 capabilities. We ran lite on cards to as most needed discards to support movement. On this mission, every turn a location wasn’t played advanced the turn marker. Add that to a lack of firepower and a stream of harassing forces occasionally costing a turn marker advance, and the hole we dug got deeper and deeper.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Since we enjoy connecting missions, we decide to save what we could. Being Rika and Charlie.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Next time we’ll look for maybe having 3 player Soldiers with some better gear. And helmets. And candy bars. And canteens. Did we mention grenades. Lots of grenades.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Enjoy your games fellow WarFighters!</span></div>John Hoveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180523008511413640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478846684452038488.post-82777918468716254732020-07-28T19:42:00.001-05:002020-07-29T05:43:32.148-05:00First Patrol South Vietnam 1967<b><u>Tour of Duty - Late December 1967</u></b><div><b><u><br></u></b></div><div>I’m Pvt Cage and I am right out of Parris Island. I’ve been assigned to the 3rd Marine Div North of Hue. Our mission is to checkout a local hamlet that has been friendly but very quiet lately. </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_80b4_be5a_90b6_d6d9" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/wbSpGuk-861bXSY76mRZCz2j3kq0fBEP46AjHc61h1nhjfEmIYnaEaTfLawqcck" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 470px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Even though 1sr Squad had only six active men, we went out unreinforced <br></span><br><img id="id_475e_fdc7_b799_c4b8" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/yHOE-i9ibNYkl5bUhZyZ5dUoUDe1Exzk9O7LQ-Ksj0LlGpAkpbd1REwJQLMCvZo" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 472px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Taylor raised a closed fist and everyone quickly got low and halted. I was told Taylor was the best point man in the platoon and jeez he had just volunteered for a second tour. Taylor rose up and we began moving again. It must’ve been the wind or an animal. <br></span><br><img id="id_f710_d374_599c_563" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/2EyqyWZtkKWrjkCg17sCWBzDAyCjoR5UMkASk1-pLIyIw0YTpGwrHhFtxk--hGU" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 476px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div>The single shot rang out! In a blink, I hit the ground looking for the source. </div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_fb3a_4c70_6b1b_89f5" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/Ne3faEQ-ITm0Ofzt69NUk-y4wOIPR3_jNbwjQ0Wjzu_P1NdMi2EEpqfcGLBlnZc" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 480px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div>Jones was down but I see he’s still moving. Anderson squeezes off a burst toward the patty and we all see the sniper sprawled over the patty wall.<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_6dcf_c9bb_7002_b251" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/G_gH27zZbkMrQFtfmkWcgFqy_tNtjvaubgnjpcP2vH-6cZvbWILeQ7Ww6PVD8Sw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 483px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">“Taylor Cage move to the edge of the hamlet”, directed Sgt Anderson<br></span><br><img id="id_81c_22ff_dfcb_ff8e" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/LuaEGOFJ79-t_SF9O76jYUIwWamtsNZfIXS1uF3GyzJl5AqbJpVjsFSYyA44nxU" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 485px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div>The NVA spot us at the same time and like the regulars they are get off the first shots. </div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_24c8_6d82_ebff_11bd" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/wgu2HC0idfQ6d3qUYIGpO7cNP8Z5TSzhBojVOW4IJghVQlGF6uY_xdL-EJWeQlk" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 486px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Taylor tucks in by the wall but I’m able to put some fire on the NVA. <br></span><br><img id="id_a528_9ace_ad2c_e20c" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/eqQ08hMUMwldJez1GuGCX7rIlUCwNR4sJRR-n1SWOFh0_0mK6pN6RrUE_PVgZFY" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 488px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">I’m glad the old timer told me to take the M14 when offered even though it was largely phased out. It fired true and hard. Three NVA down!<br></span><br><img id="id_6e98_7b75_a851_8bc9" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/bF_Rer8RYgBZ6xB03XILfFTeLC76oajz2xGNZTXJNmTjcTRvLPHOItKYNhkzueY" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 492px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The remaining NVA withdrew. We advanced into the hamlet finding it fully abandoned. SGT Anderson said it looked like our old foe the NVA 324 Division was back. I felt like I had just earned all $102 Uncle Sam was paying me this month!<br></span><br><img id="id_4a85_d11b_6cb5_3402" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/C9UVKKfUyWPyL6_vjDrSb8H9jcK46dQhcw7LCtfPS0j9qbjACY_zYaKoiJI1gb4" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 494px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><b><u>Wrap Up</u></b></div><div><b><u><br></u></b></div><div>I am using Two Hour Wargames FNG with the goal of playing Cage’s entire tour. </div><div>It has a great built in campaign and advancement system. I was amazed Cage scored three hits and three out of fight results. I’ve started him as a Rep 3. Based on how things play out over the month your Rep can go up, down, or stay the same. </div><div>FNG is perfect for solo, coop, or face to face so as the campaign goes on a different mission could be played in any of those ways. I used the oxen to represent the possible enemy forces in FNG. The first one I rolled was a none result but that ups the chance the next one is real. </div><div><br></div>John Hoveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180523008511413640noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478846684452038488.post-23407301304766785112020-07-12T12:31:00.001-05:002020-07-12T12:44:55.031-05:00Into the Unknown<b><u>Warfighter - Into the Unknown</u></b><div><b><u><br></u></b></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The local Maquis have reported strange activities around an old fortress on the town’s outskirts. This along with reports of elite enemy troop movements, and the occasional bizarre sightings of odd looking soldiers is what have earned Sgt Charlie McD his special assignment. Since this assignment included playing with some secret OSS gear, he was happy to accept.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The mission was a simple get in and get out Raid. Grab some intel and get back in time for chow. Two Partisans offered to lead Charlie into the compound.</span></div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_20fb_736e_17ee_68e" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/FWTYgmyKw-OTqL0csuXYfsrTOnPK8OX-bqrBC8R7RYUnkTQAriklS9QUtrfJStc" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 469px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_2c21_4534_14e2_5049" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_nOkKKI4EmzcLcxzVKSA0Wv6BwYFI_v6d78D8uqHlS6HgSQMfHHa8iuP1Ih9jQY" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 462px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_22fb_3ef9_2676_d38" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/tGwa0_uduHekXKUkxj1jNkFPtupsTeY0L1MEtlUaRcWt6Jg0h23Bt2vBwelALOw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 456px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">As they edged around the compound, a squad of Stragglers came up behind them. This drew the attention of another character laying in Ambush. Add that to the sounds from inside the compound and Charlie felt this mission was a Platoon short of a full hand....</span></div><div><font face="UICTFontTextStyleTallBody"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></font></div><div><img id="id_12e9_c610_a9fd_1eac" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/HCspNWlbfpvZtE0idrsydut1qNomSx0UFCounftNAU8Q1rojmOxhXwgfkLePiB4" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 459px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Charlie ordered he team to clean off the jump off site before entering the compound. His M2 MMG doled out some “how do you do” fun to the stragglers. Taking advantage of the commotion, Rika slipped into the Shadows, and ambushed the ambusher with for trusty steel toothpick.</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_6206_3e4a_8aa0_d43c" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/1EUEDnqvfMppFv2D37piTswrBoayM0nWkjGqM0mXJp4ZcfElNP3slKDkgSiPhrM" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 460px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_7534_6582_c5f5_b10b" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/NJgEmpBFst1oT7-d4Xc4SNPLqS0AnXUOwvze99M6eJxWbNbmduGxLX6wjAmNV8E" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 460px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Seeing the carnage, Titania could not keep up her charade any longer. The Turncoat began yelling “For the Fatherland” as she sprang at Rika.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">But Rika, having suspected as much and purposefully asking Titania to join the foray, shived her up close and personal like. Charlie emptied a belt of MMG ammo. clearing the Generator room as the two prepared for a fast exit from the noxious fumes coming from the Generator.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_e86e_a82d_5f70_1601" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/lOGa0R5uM6Rjjz20fVaVEegCR92IzgP8679uljr94NLe3_4dtrq89LIxtyLfo3w" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 466px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Rika led the way out of the Generator Room into the Vats Chamber. Unfamiliar with the fighting intricacies of his MechSuit, Charlie continued burning thru fuel and ammo supplies covering the Maquis’ advance. A pair of cockamamie looking axe Men proved to be tough hombres. And a half squad of riflemen just made things even more interesting. Rika lobbed a grenade at the axmen hoping to discourage their assault.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_30e2_2f95_aefe_9117" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/oJ292gfmMOLbeLap65OX1AYrwF-VMBe4_FK2vImwwXUkcD1q5OZvmQOzjkAkNp8" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 467px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Having mowed down the Rifle team, Charlie drew return fire from a Jerry MG42 that popped up. “Hitler’s Buzzsaw” rattled several rounds off the mech suit’s armor.</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_7c5f_162a_6b85_1738" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/vo6QM_Jv8ocwBAFEOr-ULncIg5Vgb6cRX5fy42IS8iyi8SV77_or2hce6gzZ4Bk" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 474px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The pair agreed, the joint was getting too hot to loiter around any longer. Bashing in the final door immediately looked like a meatball maneuver. Jerrys leapt out from every crack and crevice. Only three soldiers were in the Objective. While the Vats had guards and stragglers galore. Not to mention, some crazed hog looking critters. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">In order to blow this joint, they’d need to hose all these low lifes.</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_e25a_4714_6509_e117" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/ewidZ_dWOfikEeu6NO3MIvmpSOH4OZaWT8Waw69L2s4eoxEy928vX_98gdrlZBM" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 476px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Rika Advanced in and used her last grenade.</span></div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_95d2_a173_dd1c_7b9d" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/1Uitu--NOJusfXolA25V5bP8kYh1DCzc5Z0AjsWhE3q_MZ7vP5sh8Nz4t2bCbUk" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 477px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Charlie followed. The two worked hard trying to maneuver the enemy into favorable fire zones but ammo and time was working against them. Rika was down to her last magazine. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br><img id="id_f835_7296_9119_e244" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/QAsNK7qf4S1k13cFnObvTUvUhznYB0saodZnRzWcPcyfIyWLKIqQRbko4Tf1bsc" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 477px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Time to go. Charlie’s suit was running on fumes. Juking past the Guard Hog Dogs they needed to still deal with the last axman. Charlie opened up. Shots rang off Vats. He burned extra fuel and unloaded his MGs again. More Vats were punctured, but the axman appeared undaunted.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Charlie was out of fuel, grabbed his grease gun and ditched his machine, kicking it into a vat hoping to keep it from misuse.</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_b53e_ea66_b0b0_9c54" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/HRxcFKK7hc6ilPjDm7-gp1IKpSckGsJdKNJvyJKz0fd429AHStGUaN7zhK52c-k" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 480px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The two hasted for the exit. Realizing that eliminating any witnesses was not going to happen, saving their necks and reporting back became the priority.</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_c132_2b6f_904d_f36b" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/HvpW2RGP8d33ZUq-oza0KnIyd4dWhXUzU3omiIubi6t6spJGgjLeI6j-JUsxCuI" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 480px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Aftermath.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The two made it back to friendly lines. The mission was a “gamer”-qualified success. A traitor was eliminated. Charlie learned the strengths of his power suit. Tho’ he was already missing it.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">In this mission, having the Turncoat flip on turn one cost the team a lot of actions. This made for a much harder slog. We did more shooting and scooting than usual. We wanted a tougher run, feeling like our plays weren’t challenging enough. Adding Elite Hostiles, and the FrankenStiles having high cover ratings were exactly what we needed.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">We were less dependent on action cards, which was also different and enjoyable. To help keep the expansion fresh longer, we merged random FrankenHostiles with normal Hostiles, and randomly drew just a few locations. This, plus grabbing the Maquis for help, was good. Hand to hand indoors was great!</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">As we dive deeper, we’ll become more dependent on the FrankenDeck. The Maquis Turncoat mechanic was cool. Keeping the trait “secret” from the other two players made it better. Too bad it isn’t always an unknown when wielding the Maquis. It can be a fun surprise twist.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Great Mission. Great Fun. Great Game!</span></div><div><div><br></div></div>John Hoveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180523008511413640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478846684452038488.post-22752714165657838362020-05-02T21:53:00.001-05:002020-05-06T21:03:57.213-05:00Rising Phoenix Hold the Line <div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Week two had been passing quietly in Raising Phoenix’s Command Center when the Comm Link erupted. The darn local VIP was making us earn our fee. His Motorcade was jammed up in some traffic accident and every hostile in the area was making a play. Our escort team was ordered to Hold Down the fort until local officials calmed the populace. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Gato was BMC, with Martinez, RT, and Anderson as ride alongs.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_db7d_60df_2c52_57e5" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/KQ6kAGe4ODaKbzvkvFm9auYCmV8XcFREu7xhd1kwRJCn0R66f4D5lKTQsKeMVuQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 474px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Gato spied a LMG and RPG team lining up shots. Advancing in a crouch with RT and Martinez in support, Gato took out the LMG as the other two dropped the RPG team. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_1fd0_4101_87de_30e" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/K8f30SxQwTl7B4XnhE4fJFg-hBd_EI7cU7r-PI_s4PoU7kfXdTOd8dK8x7jS7YA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 477px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Martinez had been eyeing a shady figure tailing the team. As the Stalker raised his AK he was met by a blast from the shotgun.</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_2110_f41_1b2e_68eb" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/vKcLG_2LwPREfpYrS8LzamJfBIC9bLsu2kbx4qqywY6OFYZghF8BSsKHTP1ihKM" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 480px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The shotgun’s boom drew most people’s attention, but not Gato’s. Ever alert, he dropped a charging suicide bomber before he cleared the corner. Bombers are bad juju.</span></div><div><br><img id="id_59d2_d46c_d8c3_1cbd" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/t5rTR8rjKoCwFCzSfm_q5rUU8FGY1e9pTZWDLzSGlZ5G2_aqIOMScEPvnnswbbY" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 483px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Some neighborhood warlord was drawing in a large mob hoping to overrun our forward position. RT fell back to help secure the VIP.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">As soon as the warlord shouted “die yankee dogs”, the mob surged forward. Gato warned the mob to stay back. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_8747_eb54_f074_d68" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/WP2MERTyjTKZL3OsLscaOcW46VlJJUGecr63cqQMz0arjMFuKwDzygtFIgdErW4" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 485px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Martinez saw that the warlord was drawing in more hostiles. It was time to act. Boom. Scratch one warlord.</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_2aad_853c_cd97_274b" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/6klVug6ANF--KUgzyNmfMC7Kfp_f3WOvJw9iE8tRsqK3e0gAHSPvcOb9M2xg_sE" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 487px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Seeing that the boys were in trouble, RT rushed back to the perimeter.</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_e22e_c5b5_d67c_411d" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/mMBBqoJtGXRhNC191C6eHRtrJm1N-f40K_c7HqwvpGWLj4wX0_wSE_9oO27np4M" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 487px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The PMCs began burning through clips. The team had prepped for the need of fast reloads and were glad their training paid off. The tide of Hostiles was beginning to break.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_871e_f451_c98c_fa9a" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/a4qjWdvx_k2T2K_luzqTeRfH8lYpsQtKiok2ulkZ5KeHTP27vw9uVw5VNc52ocE" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 489px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Gato had ordered Anderson to take up a roof top Overwatch position. Gato gave the signal and Anderson lent his support from his vantage point. </span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_8620_92ed_37a3_d4ca" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/9hkziKoYeeVHRPaAQirZFZsvUua0OD_WJ9hwFW5t3skdXkk-0WP3XO-cvNGofNU" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 492px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The team managed to force the Hostiles into a heads down position.</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_4e11_722f_3e18_84a6" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/0zL4wkBXFjl0yWNQCmnXXxBRXsG8D4QK5Z90rghOhLbT7g7EgkHEyLhHjS9sazo" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 495px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Locked and loaded, the team proceeded to clear the Hostiles from the streets.</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_eed2_5cb3_ea14_df8" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/9ZMWms40lqVsiwh0SHzwWg9Psh5FXrUi0jItLV_IS3chkYzPmUuoq6iMxPCVZns" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 496px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">It had been a near run fight. The team had held out long enough for the crowd to be dispersed. The Hostiles melted into the mix. No doubt we’d be seeing some of them again soon.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Martinez and his Shotgun were key to the team’s success. As the Hostiles targeted members, we’d cycle back and forth to open the range while dragging the baddies across other team member’s fields of fire.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">In hindsight, we’d have been better served to have had Anderson with us at ground level and more active in the action. </span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br></div>John Hoveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180523008511413640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478846684452038488.post-50481785297459005532020-04-20T12:33:00.001-05:002020-04-20T12:47:57.886-05:00Rising Phoenix Warfighter PMC<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Rising Phoenix LLC was excited to land its first two Contracts. The firm was less than two months old, but was well staffed and ready to make it’s mark in the industry.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The first contract was to provide protection for a local VIP trying win hearts and minds. Maybe this guy is the one. Maybe not. He pays damn well. Rumors are that he’s well liked among most militias, so this should be a four week walk in the park.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">We assigned Vasquez as team lead. Brian, RT and Martínez buffed out the squad.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Boots barely hit desert before Comms lit up. A fringe group was staging a roadside ambush. The team did a quick gear grab and hit the street running. Only to be smack in the middle of a demonstration against Western aggressors invading their country.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Vasquez eyed the threat hiding in the mob. While Brian began clearing a path, the others went hot dropping a rooftop LMG being directed by some crazed fanatic.</span><div><font face="UICTFontTextStyleTallBody"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></font> <div><img id="id_c4b2_1893_ba09_1332" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/jbaiUfGEbNX_CKtf3JNnizFfLh0dUUkMV4AShZLKYv7k7uJd40wDEoCe5nUpJTI" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 471px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Breaking free of the demonstration mob the team came to an eerily quiet block. A Bounding Overwatch exercise began. Suddenly, a Suicide Bomber rushed out from an alley. We knew enough to lay a heavy downpour on the SOB before he closed the distance. He disintegrated some 50 yards from the team. Rabbit Foot? Check!</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_8ac7_18c6_a3dc_6ea2" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/awG4kuI2ZPlF2FK0N2Q678H6_RuIuPtk9J3dg0TdmYjRN4Hbn4QDaaJLSDs9xJA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 472px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">As the Ambush sight came into view, so did the team. Militants came pouring out of every corner.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Ducking behind a burned out taxi, Brian began burning down Hostiles. Unfortunately he drew the attention of an RPG team. His end came quick and the realities of the job hit the entire team. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Vasquez pushed forward to be with the VIP.</span></div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_1d0e_9584_c12c_b307" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/LdEichNrM92bbFt6HdJiAfQqP3jEIjY9BVrSpgqbiKAOaM_sLYu3Id2mOtdRBrU" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 478px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Vasquez gifted a grenade to the RPG team while the others cleared the rest of the street. Sandwiching the VIP, the team headed back to their compound.</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_bcfc_551b_f19d_537" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/uukNrfvwtzebTMy-vNGI_xMqCU3n2RbN20LOyI7SFsPZtgkvWHqk9GQk17QsH7o" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 481px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The return was rather uneventful. The loss of a teammate was hard felt.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_bb75_dc71_4151_9d48" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/244HyL6ieECdZoV_tETZc-DpIjNt0ILP2Ij36zhJv5z4n6hp_uuqE3bGwyUZ2U8" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 486px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_8ca_32a2_6b73_3ab3" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/yGK5gOhFkhWmRRZp9m8aHcMvyTaSv6jQQaqOuAyDRpyyrfUVRjFA4Rx6S7A4Ev0" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 488px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_3e0d_cfd5_dfad_4ac1" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/CR1FJ3WgI8_ldjeB66SUe37Ib_71ucRZXV771D9JwUnitQALhOwlve4weeIm5Wk" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 478px; height: auto;"><br><br></div></div>John Hoveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180523008511413640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478846684452038488.post-32917402235471485612020-04-03T21:14:00.001-05:002020-04-24T18:27:27.580-05:00Target Wilhelmshafen<div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">We have 11 hours to parachute in and execute a Hit & Run attack on Jerry</span><br></div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_88f5_678_1c46_52c1" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/s5B1lI8ZVD8ZFq6B7e1_IiiA0wFTZhbRdOlT2Oi22GgNY4NRv672EmXVbJp53ws" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 477px; height: auto;"><br><br><br></div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_72b0_bd8d_a41e_d1d8" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/RffFJb8smQpLlYFvNyhkwQ3nJQzUbb4JrdC_7hOLu_oN3GTr5D_3Vjf2bpdJGlI" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 477px; height: auto;"><br><br><br></div><div><br></div><img id="id_88cb_1abb_4df9_2daa" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/DFBe4UPeWfrFUmFRTpRhz_ZdIM-wHxPPvN4t2NcF_w2Y2Z2qnu314IlQAgqzTuA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 478px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_4e71_178_6c9f_e761" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/9Ai-6437Qrstq8onmU9-WFQe7i9xaVaUIF2zfuIMowyJyRr-7Z8uD_JxVxoC6PA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 478px; height: auto;">9<div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_7f31_cb22_7f34_c8a7" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/Ax_IXHG18A4amkFMBKcKxUMagMcYZ4WsdpL3YYhLaroVWBDXFcQk7fE2qNqHXbA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 480px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_261_4c44_4653_bfd8" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/O12zBO6FU53aoHJIgCNr8jepsl1jiU23pQYfW76y80ahtKCMasx4XUuiXJam1Tg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 483px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Predawn drop was a Fubar. Team was scattered inside the Bockhorner Moor South of our target in Wilhelmshafen after our DC3 overshot the intended drop zone. 2 hours were lost as the squad of four made their ways to a secondary rally spot.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Odds of this Hit and Run succeeding dropped like a Roman candle.....</span></div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_8dce_805b_e883_6e51" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9StZIGeoauBTPjtjX_kbYcctdGOSHUNqOhc5Qxj-nz0XOqSPaHgfX4G6ctPxO8" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 487px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_949_9054_7cbd_3cdf" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/LgR7VZFalCjEiYg16bD7a3M_XWQVrv0L6PrJLHzqpMFcK745ktOIt9STAeSJ46o" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 487px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Once reunited, the team made good time backtracking towards Wilhelmshafen.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Until three hours into the mission when we ran into a regiment of front-line Germans out on a training exercise. We were ambushed.....</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_7891_3a0a_27ae_643c" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/AxoEPU3i21zo2ZJ9uvwqQs_GHBjK9lRrSvSoiP2ZGdKiXh_hGLhGna8YI-S4PO8" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 488px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">But the crops and half light gave the squad enough of a chance so that all could find cover.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">A large firefight ensued, and the squad was dealing pain to a somewhat surprised enemy until reinforcements popped out of a farm field and dropped Pvt Bell.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_9c41_60bd_49a1_1140" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/M8QzdJ-0o_jfRX1K_NlMUmlbsdLj3Gx4biJV5xUlb9-_JuwLYmrR7NAsDY3SxU0" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 492px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Scooped up a trooper who had been separated from his unit.</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_c558_dd67_7463_97d9" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/ojS2-kzGTH4FQt11UFDTC3YNsgMNz-AFy5vGhsqYYcgvzEcJAtNPgmNh9Px7gKY" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 494px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The squad presses toward the objective under heavy attack<br></span><br><img id="id_51f6_1c72_7f6c_251" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/hvp1x5zlrrZI5UQmsvzgo4evWetzYxgNA-TGDW1I5WEnAlxgrp6O4o_17LkAJu0" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 497px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Tanks! A Panzer IV in the crops<br></span><br><img id="id_4ef4_368e_c63f_9e80" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/oz4dyL0wEUCsuPkj9udG4OfuCMuKJKbiKPXRbS37j-QDGk7uW0zNW4VQXmCcxbU" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 499px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div>Sergeant Starman sees an open hatch pulls the pin on his grenade and carries the attack home!</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_9522_c79b_813e_780e" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/Sg4stPCPQM1flHA1BF58qfMeDsBst1ikvo35-pRfYlNzB9L8ZtLp0L0tJlEYPsg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 501px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_8cb4_4899_fd38_4820" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/XlfNwJ0ZeUsL50A8roRXu2_WtUpxSYHwhAgPF_yjbdWYL3ttM3trAm0fwi53FiI" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 502px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The Squad kept the target objective clear long enough for the other units to hit their targets, but the landing zone screw up cost us the time we needed for making it back to the beach and our sub for extraction.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br><img id="id_48c_f6b2_179e_de07" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/R0RNDFuKtjF-TY796chJn4IKgaPiMzZdsq1O1SUwvRQXa26x3WZXMtsvGaqFWb0" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 503px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">A German officer hopes to make us pay but he is cut down quickly<br></span><br><img id="id_3fc9_841a_f28f_a9b" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/UbomirTWtCfOgg2x9awbYVHMj1FK0IYiXzpjGKj9taxTnOATkFkpGWrGlCnz7YU" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 506px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div>One last Ambush to survive!</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_f5e8_554e_b9ad_e9f7" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_zDD98YBktQv4RX4FwP6DrKP1NpF6rH5cxD0-kyKnb7O_kHQsAk7kdpIJ3R1csc" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 508px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">With Pvt Holt on a litter, </span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">We’ll attempt to link up with partisan forces operating West of us, then organize a ride back to England.</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_4d49_3bb6_8b6_e518" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/gGy0k4631NcCBbKE69_Nh3vsXqdEIIuIRfYDTf4tJ7uNMMs4QM1vddJ37d_NVUU" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 510px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_c8ab_6ae5_3b9e_d314" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/mNbeTfIcd27708r-fzetfoQ9oIv3aS3nLD9uRUdFzRoeeq0XFoi4Voy7yaAIvgo" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 512px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Sergeant Starman will be awarded The Silver Star for his incredible action on this mission. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Killed at least 10 enemy, destroyed a half track, destroyed a Panzer IV, and cleared the objective. <br></span><br></div>John Hoveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180523008511413640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478846684452038488.post-83308080672948700452020-02-28T18:54:00.001-06:002020-02-28T18:54:56.102-06:00February’s GAO (game accounting office) Report <div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">February’s GAO (game accounting office) Report </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><img id="id_d62a_7c12_27db_df74" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/7txzjj2Bb2gw4BpnNoK36YPOdN-B3kLmUwutbDc3X0Y0OWHg07ZHDXC7tS2Sp5g" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 469px; height: auto;"><br><br><div><u><b style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000">My Awesome buys:</font></b></u></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">1. Grind House - we’ll be playing this Saturday. Looks like a fun theme. Grabbed the Cthulhu expansion cuz hey, it’s Cthulhu. ‘Nuff said.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">2. Amerika Bomber - waited for this release. It’s close to B-17, but a tad simpler. Still a fun alternative history setting. A mission plays real quick. A campaign will take much more time and will probably get monotonous, depending on how the narrative plays out. Setup is quick which is a plus for me. I’m happy to own it.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">3. Holiday Fluxx - darn it, what’s wrong with me? If my stack of Fluxx variations ever topples over, you’ll see it on a Richter Scale somewhere. But hey, it’s Christmas themed!</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">4. Arkham Horror LCG Point of no Return. The Dream Eaters story line remains one of our favorites in the system.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">5. LotR LCG Challenge of the Wainriders Adventure Deck. Certainly an impulse buy. I was lured in by having Saruman as a Hero. I openly admit my weakness for JRR Tolkien’s series. And Fantasy Flight continues to scratch that itch for me with this LCG. Our plays of the Saga releases have been great thematic fun.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">6. Letterpress - our families enjoy word oriented games at our Game Night gatherings. This one will be easy to teach and score for a larger group.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">7. Strategy and Tactics Quarterly 9: The Revolutionary War. We enjoy Borg’s C&C Tricorne. I figured this will be a fun read before playing out a scenario.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><b><u>Still Awaiting on:</u></b></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">1. Combat Commander WW1, BEF expansion - guess I believed they’d meet their Valentine’s Day delivery target. Pass the Snake Oil, I need a swig before my Brooklynn Bridge Deal goes through. It’s a fun system and I’m really looking forward to this preorder showing up at my door.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b><u>This month’s impulse buy and regret....</u></b></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">1. T.I.M.E. Stories - I wanted this to be a fun game and something different to occasionally play. But this doesn’t look like it is enough of an improvement over the past iteration to warrant table time. Worse yet I grabbed the expansion thinking it would put it over the top. Two botches on my part.</span></div></div> John Hoveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180523008511413640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478846684452038488.post-5419780576465936352020-02-24T18:16:00.001-06:002020-02-24T19:42:07.198-06:00Amerika Bomber First Flight<div><br><img id="id_d677_be8_98a2_fc8f" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/odQN80gJyeahrgu1WqTcwwKBFd8S4Zddqlo7cWAMONHUDiR2R5bS2znlq0R29mQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 473px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">April 1947. Hauptmann Steiner lifts off in his Me364 from, curtesy of Spain, the new </span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Kampfgruppen </span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">300 airbase in the Azores. His orders are to drop his bomb load on NYC and then continue inland and drop an Abwehr agent.</span><div><br></div><div><img id="id_a5f3_3211_1989_5433" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/iiUvPyniF57fj7T8rQs6gSrhejpbJinlakIAmkeHV7apfEAhjs9otflUvPVYpwQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 471px; height: auto;"><br><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">At the extreme range for Luftwaffe fighter cover the flight is attacked by 2 F8Fs flying off USS Yorktown. A Me262 chases one off, while the other F8F makes a steep diving pass doing no damage.</span><div><br></div><div><img id="id_c5ca_f86c_6121_9d9d" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/x57SKx4mM_KgmNk53SbTYX4SgH4VmfnnbS50noxA2oMNk6-6RWhb9OKWY4Xg8fg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 478px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">As Steiner spots the lights of NYC, the Belly Turret gunner shouts “2 P80s climbing from below”. The Ventral Turret explodes one before it can close, while the other makes a climbing run doing no damage.</span></div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_28a2_e511_cc_c862" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_ZLv5QU6K9UPBlXUs-2OYsytoSAM60_bD3AWwxz4eGnV4rZ74HjkUAtiAL6Fn6o" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 482px; height: auto;"><br><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">As the run-in begins, the Amerika Bomber catches a hail of heavy flak. The American’s 120mm Stratosphere guns hammer the bomber. Seriously wounding the Tail Gunner and destroying the gun position. The Bomb bay doors take minor damage and the Airframe absorbs 2 hits.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Our Navigator and Bombardier are rattled enough that while the bombs are On Target, they barely scratch the Port Facilities.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The AAA gunners were surprised when the Bomber continued in-land rather than heading out to sea. However, the Stratosphere guns again pepper the bomber. The Navigator suffers a minor leg wound and the airframe is rattled again.</span></div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_9d2a_d2cf_acd1_81ac" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/Dukl_zJETlAW0QJpq-B0_bybP37HCp_MoxgbYNGxxwGnASvG6fbmgh4UoHivECc" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 495px; height: auto;"><br><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">As the Abwehr Agent is about to jump, 2 P80s make attack runs. The Nose gunner explodes one, while the belly gunner prevents the other from making an effective pass. The Agent jumps and Hauptmann Steiner heads for the Azores.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Just as the Bomber crosses into the Atlantic, 2 F8Fs again barrel in. The Belly gunner again holds one at bay. The other is screaming in <a href="x-apple-data-detectors://0" dir="ltr" x-apple-data-detectors="true" x-apple-data-detectors-type="calendar-event" x-apple-data-detectors-result="0" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.258824);">from 11 o’clock</a>. The nose gunner runs out of ammo as the F8F closes in, tracers flashing past the cockpit. At that moment, the top Turret gunner stitches the F8F and it explodes.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The rest of the flight is uneventful. The Navigator will miss the next mission and the Tail Gunner will be in hospital for a month. However, our beloved Me364 “Brunhilde” will be patched and ready to go for our next mission.</span></div><div><font face="UICTFontTextStyleTallBody"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></font></div><div><img id="id_bac1_8451_af70_ba63" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/2EFaMg5ycAqyOfUZUpRJY9fAwFTQKDRi7mAeu-WL5AABAO0c6cQnv9dcyFX4JBA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 504px; height: auto;"><br><div><br></div><div><font face="UICTFontTextStyleTallBody"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><b><u>Final thoughts about the game </u></b></span></font></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Horrible rules. Rules don’t say how to use the damage charts from AAA. You kind of have to deduce how the three tables interact. No biggie for veteran gamers, just frustrating. Newbies would have many question. You have to go to BGG for Special Ops mission selection. It is mentioned in the rules, but not how to pick from the three.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The game plays fast and scratches an itch. So a no-regret purchase.</span></div></div></div>John Hoveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180523008511413640noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478846684452038488.post-22811903505576699492020-02-16T18:27:00.001-06:002020-02-22T20:24:38.914-06:00Abomination!<div><a href="http://lzbravo.blogspot.com/2020/01/zombicide-follow-clues.html" id="id_bd70_71ee_ccc3_3897">How we got here</a><br></div><div><br></div><div>“Keep Moving! We didn’t lose the beast”, yelled Louise </div><div>“I hope we get a closer look at the helicopter later”, exclaimed Terry</div><div>“Maggie check the tents and James get us into those offices”, directed Dan</div><div><br></div><img id="id_e64a_65fa_115_8e20" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/Q-y7RTnJQiCfUYijT9ephx-lvH82DPnisQ4dSnl2NSNk5Z91AqhvwQGZ2NbgXAw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 472px; height: auto;"><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The team finds more notebooks in the tents and then makes it into the medical </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">offices just ahead of the swarm. They desperately need to find some fuel and</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">bottles<br></span><br><img id="id_db10_b344_4289_e996" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/lS0FVF4tHyLgbcGrGWJjmDr9H3wYZUbdS5kMiJtfyy0PulpJHdyrAdTsNS_c6u4" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 473px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">We have to buy some time to find equipment and an exit<br></span><br><img id="id_9738_2c5e_ed58_9138" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/M9kCGQM_OkApMqmac8G772ao2fpifKSDPe_akFwwrbsyzl3qItbiJsUdZ6dFlB4" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 475px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Laurie find some fuel that will work<br></span><br><img id="id_7bdf_6b07_4b1d_baa8" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/upQTijbPZPvhd_DiUW5okIaOt4M7W6EycS2dt-UWMr0o-TadEIJXQJZ2-dmd8DA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 474px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">They can’t be held back any longer!<br></span><br><img id="id_68ee_45db_a250_668b" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/e_Jamiprjv1LJpjQ_mtUXI5xtCdGIvDVkEflOZwr7ULk-RyLuX8Ar0Zjy515h0U" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 477px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">We’ve got some big beakers and that will work<br></span><br><img id="id_e0f4_af00_caaf_2165" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/6HzKbMo91MyuAIwqtZmCDF4nFhvgklkH_W8GxOX2JKxZf8F1_W0ymOdtw3fD85g" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 480px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Steady let the runners come<br></span><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_cedb_47b9_4b6e_9bfa" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/jmCrb4S9z9kg6TtC-dazbEJ28_vzdl9gGGLgXtACW5oVkFU8sOBewsuYfEtLCAU" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 484px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Now! Take them out!<br></span><br><img id="id_626d_973a_9024_71a6" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/4hPeLCF8ADcYlHfiHuV4g2ssiIxhEB8Mk_zP7ML828pxHf7RvrOByobwVR9NEq0" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 485px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">With every zombie destroyed between the team and the abomination hoard</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Maggie makes her move to stop them<br></span><br><img id="id_4359_4c26_f8a4_f3f3" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/3ukdYhSQdoTuyUV1vJS1gSS7qpzvTVN0qZ1WD2dJlK7WBVHx4lmZV93AYiZ0eC4" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 485px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_62ea_9ff3_9b55_c9e4" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/mBFEb0AhJwmPikvXwq4I_I3Yl5GMvgn3agn8-ux3tJEN_lcvfjKzCJjmY3XwjeE" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 488px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">I’ve got the exit hacked open<br></span><br><img id="id_ba0_913c_e9ac_36cc" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/5nynAIUZcuGZ0ybauEntYBlFuf0IGpkTSs7oO95Wmtbur6Ma9SHDHyMrp9aYs-k" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 490px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The team exits the medical offices and hopes to get a chance to review all of the </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">info they’ve scooped up.<br></span><br><img id="id_543a_c36a_d85f_fb5d" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/kBHtd1Rb8_08RJ3G_dUiYI8RJwRPeShzAXcRoZbcNnO3NQUGtkueZ-5gbH1TymY" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 496px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">This was a crazy mission from the start. An abomination hit early and we have</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">to move and search until we could take it out. The timing was critical as with</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">the abomination in play the exit was at the helicopter but if no abomination was </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">in play the exit was where we left. Had it appeared again before we could exit</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">I’m not sure any of the characters would have survived. Zombicide again did </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">not disappoint with a close run game with many twists a turns. </span></div></div>John Hoveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180523008511413640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478846684452038488.post-50178264699871207792020-02-12T19:04:00.001-06:002020-02-12T19:14:24.387-06:00Warfighter: Codename Ragnarök Anfang<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">A Squad of Wunderwaffe Z Truppen have been dispatched from the Valhalla Laboratories. Their mission is to clear a path for Normale Wehrmacht forces. The Z Truppen are to intercept and eliminate the Convoy escorts, allowing the Normale to launch an unhindered attack against the main convoy. Rumor has it some pearl handled general is riding in that convoy. The squad believes our higher ups have got this one backwards. We should have been given the convoy target. But ours is not to question why, but to do or die. Ha! As if death is even possible for us.</span><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Sgt Mayer, Corporal Fischer, and Privates Hoffmann and Lange arrive at their jump off point.</span></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><img id="id_af8c_14c0_8ac0_fba3" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/qfuJk96GKa_A5Rcetw32tRgIRe95Nmd6ObIT05R4B65jnkVxkfW__VSmrf5mb04" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 506px; height: auto;"></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Das Untote Korps squad must first pass through the Hedge Row.</div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><img id="id_4c91_a20d_ff1d_284b" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/XChEoPyoNCNDjvFH4PL2n9MzfliXG-c3NRPk1rMG9lVWtXivt1gfNDs3g8aoVK8" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 510px; height: auto;"></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><div>The squad is immediately hung up in the brush and must burn time to clear it. It is both a difficult terrain and very well defended by strong G.I. forces.</div><div><br></div><div>Pvt Hoffmann has been armed with our newest assault rifle, a StG44. He burns through a clip taking out a section of seasoned veterans. </div><div><br></div><div>Sgt Mayer makes a lucky spot of a sniper in the shrubs and takes him out. Cpl Fischer sprints through an opening, “Trail Blazing” a path for his team to easily follow. He also lobs a potato masher into a group of surprised Americans. Pvt Lange follows and picks of another trooper. More time is spent clearing out the remaining enemies. Our presence as caused some terror among the enemy.</div><div><br></div><div>We regroup and reload before heading into the wheat field. Only to have Ambushers spring up all around. Hoffmann burns through a clip.</div><div><img id="id_13ee_ad52_766d_1b97" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/ZqAmdqMJnAbIy8xdk8rGVbGOPkTGi673ovgDmz-_xbzs2KLVYOBI6WnD_LAgloY" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 520px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Mayer and Fischer toss grenades allowing the team to move into the field. Dug-in GIs open up on Mayer but fail to score. Another grenade from Fischer is a “Hole in One” and ends the threat.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The squad finally links up with their Wehrmacht comrades while also managing to break contact with most of the enemy.</span></div></div><div><img id="id_1cc_c29d_8446_7f38" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/RNcUKGUFPDFAwXTQR80mWIewfBc8DqfdL57MP_e1AXAffgvQYSxvCcyOMcTdYQI" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 529px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><div>Sgt Mayer “Steadies his Aim” and takes out the last pursuer. Then he shouts “Go Go Go” and the squad regathers around him. Pvt Lange and his StG44 have been key in clearing out enemies. But he likes it’s firepower too much and is burning through clips left and right. </div><div><br></div><div>Time now for the final push. Hit the Convoy Escort and hit them hard. The Normale head off to set their trap for the enemy Convoy proper. </div><div><img id="id_cc64_cdac_77d1_db1e" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/bUNnKpbnVGPSP6h3-Oc5lRG5FPCVe1iKo_BzZGkIZt1fNMsXzRVpgg_n1gNvFq4" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 532px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><div>Enemy soldiers spring up everywhere. These Americans are a tenacious enemy. Cpl Fischer shouts “Cover Me” and takes off. Lange and Hoffmann lay down accurate fire. Sgt Mayer smiles at the “Brotherhood” of his Untote, the Fallen but Risen veterans of the war. Ammo is passed to Hoffmann, his weapon a constant chatter of destruction.</div><div><br></div><div>It takes time, but the area is swept clear of enemy troops. The Z Menschen have prevailed again!</div><img id="id_cb73_4e45_8434_f636" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/3gxuCxbWUYogNFReRkbfQrXT1247OK1ydPT66yOOagF5Oudh1vny7uckTbooKh8" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 537px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b><u>Aftermath</u></b> </span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The second engagement with Das Untote was another fun experience. Loading both Player Soldiers with 5 grenades each, combined with the Squad being Fearless, made these Soldiers hard to beat. This was also my first use of the StG44. It’s great. But make sure someone is packing reloads for it. It bleeds ammo!</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">This was our first game with US Hostiles. I think they’d stop most normal squads from winning. Most have good attack ranges and take several hits. Ambushers, Rifle Teams, and Harassing squads abound.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">This expansion pack remains great fun. I may try taking on Elite Hostiles next time. From my perspective, the developers have done a great job. My games always come down to the last turn or two. The game is easy to get into, but I can see where I can add “complexity” by mixing in elite Hostiles and trying to use fewer soldiers but more skills. The action deck, with good draws, really feed the narrative. I hate the event deck, cuz it is never my friend! Maybe I need to proxy in some Corsair Leader cards !</span></div><br></div></div></div> John Hoveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180523008511413640noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478846684452038488.post-53584616976154697632020-01-30T19:53:00.001-06:002020-01-31T18:00:49.057-06:00January GAO (game accounting office) Report<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">The Old School Gamers decided to keep track of purchases,</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Kickstarters, and regrets in 2020. We hope to focus more on </div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">games we know we enjoy, bling for those games, and expansions</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">for favorites, and less on buying games that never see the light </div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">of day while still picking up those gems that release every year. </div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><img id="id_8639_e647_1ca6_a49e" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/viVTwPMclqBevSoznsCEhYBkbogVt2MDy-2RdS9cGsGJQYih5olY61TdFzK2jEQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 226px; height: auto;"> <img id="id_c247_789c_e524_17d3" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/PDVsNrBATTWVZuwyvtKsmXWT93znIZtyimhaWmPxpEougx5HY8RcuMXLIWMyj2A" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 273px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">January’s GAO (game accounting office) Report </div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><u><b>Our Awesome buys:</b></u></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">1. Naval SitRep 57 from the Admiral Trilogy Group. Back in the day,</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">we enjoyed their Harpoon and Command at Sea games. Their twice</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">yearly periodicals are a fun read and stoke the fires to find table</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">time for a game or two.</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">2. Minis for use with Marvel Champions LCG. We enjoy adding bling</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">to some of our card games. We’re using heroclix figures for the</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">heroes and villains we have decks for.</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">3. Arkham Horror LCG A Thousand Shapes of Horror. This is our</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Lovecraft go to game. This was a fun and exciting scenario, which</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">for a change our investigators performed quite well.</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">4. Arkham Horror LCG Dark Side of The Moon. This arrived yesterday</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">and we will play it out Saturday. The Dream Eaters story line is, and</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">has been, one of Fantasy Flights best.</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">5. Astronomy Fluxx. Haven’t played this one yet. It looks good and we</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">like that they used real photos. We often pull out a Fluxx game while</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">we eat or are waiting for more gamers to arrive. Quick and easy to learn</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">make this a backpack staple. And the price is right for our use.</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">6. Warhammer Underworlds Dreadfane - we are suckers for these </div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">B&N exclusive Games Workshop offerings. This is a quicker and easier</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">entry in the Underworlds series. We should be able to get this to the</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">table soon. </div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">7. Warhammer 40k Combat Arena - another B&N exclusive set in the</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">40k universe. The push fit minis are a big plus. This is a game of quick</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">and dirty arena combat. We are excited to play this one too. If it’s good</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">the minis might even see paint!</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><b><u>Kickstarters backed that ended this month</u></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><div dir="ltr">1. Meat Sweats - a backyard BBQ game for 4-10 players with a playing</div><div dir="ltr">time of 15 minutes. </div><div dir="ltr"><br></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><b><u>Kickstarters delivered</u></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">None</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><b><u>What was I thinking?</u></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">This month’s impulse buy and regret....</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">1. Magic the Gathering - Planes Walker decks. The Theros setting</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">was a favorite of ours. But two things. One, for the times we play,</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">we have waaaaaay to many Magic decks. Two, the planes walkers</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">drew us in, hope for some neat mythology related cards. I was very</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">disappointed. These two decks will not compete well against most</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">things in our gaming library. I’ve made a note to read this myself</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">the next time a Magic release comes out!!</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">2. Meat Sweats - we love quick card games and 4-10 players is a</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">bonus but we already have so many fun good card games that </div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">don’t get table time. The instant this funded and billed I did a facepalm. </div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">3. Battleline Medieval. We really enjoyed the first one and it saw a lot of play.</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">This version did not contain enough medieval theme to have me swap out</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">the original. And they didn’t even include the token that the original used for</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">showing ownership of the sector. Must fight the urge to acquire filler type</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">games. There are so many, and few “scream” “play me, play me!”</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Let me know if you picked up something you’d recommend to us,</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">or of something we should avoid.</div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></div> John Hoveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180523008511413640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478846684452038488.post-20131050230586344272020-01-29T10:56:00.001-06:002020-01-29T12:37:39.806-06:00The Hobbit Saga - LotR LCG<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">In recognition of JRR Tolkien’s birthday we launched into the Hobbit</span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Saga adventure. The adventure contained several challenges and had</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">some fun moments.</span> </div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_e351_a877_3798_4fc8" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/78yLVhAsFDOWaOQmalzt_gULWkV0rzFye6tCGXFc4XxJ6pYqOlqSfMVXJUgJZ_c" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 530px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Bilbo set off with the company of dwarves. Thorin Oakenshield, Gloin, </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">and Nori in one group. Gimli, Thalin and Ori in the other. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_d79b_1c1_f236_5770" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/RmF8JsBM1OlkcEGoRzqN0SaswBGfS5PekFDi9Q1kvGUsIa4AuRyy6Nu6-bf2GlY" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 535px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Our Adventurers were merrily trooping along until they bumbled into Bert.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">We enjoy surprises, so having not really paid much attention to the Sack</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">cards, we had a good laugh as their now obvious use and meaning surfaced.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Bert scooped up Thorin Oakenshield and the party burst into action.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_48f7_ffcb_2903_f483" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/vyJexSqQoADqOM-zQhw_MaoDcBQwR2EEQS6UMHJ8SAvcKHkt_KdMOwedApiUHV0" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 547px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">After clobbering an ally, Gandalf hit the table and set up Gimli to deliver the</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">finishing blow to Bert.</span><br><br><img id="id_92_a121_871_491" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/PsNxoxKvdSwH690uSHrANYwICEJt73NWCo1QlnArk-ILOcPbhPIcGSGH9ID8zlI" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 550px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Our threat levels were creeping up fast, and with Gandalf out of one hand,</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">this “Troll party” began to spiral out of control!</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_689e_4980_904_166" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/p5cVg47FXGP3lCt4uP5jsKaLa9L5-cYVVbAexEU2gw8xt7DZEDHIw2PrntqCYzQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 561px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Tom swoops in and Sacks Bilbo. Time to read the fine text. We quickly travel</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">to a site location allowing Bilbo to burgle his way out of his sack. Next turn he’ll</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">free Thorin. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_170b_9b34_1025_8d5c" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/60MnESIiD5at-pxz1uc9270SYDGdbPAASdqKYdFXlih0e1M55SKPodrJLZetL9s" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 565px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Then William shows up and we are forced to absorb more threat levels. Over</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">the next three cycles, with the help of another Gandalf, we manage to set Gimli</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">up to first take out Tom and then William. </span></div><div><font face="UICTFontTextStyleTallBody"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></font></div><div><img id="id_5639_8035_5614_cb9" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/rlnDEHu5348p0qms0ZreAuJTCMEqC0JGrOYubOhf-C5MNSlwR-j663OoEBNyhnQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 571px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">We were fortunate, in that we wanted to visit the locations Tolkien’s story traveled</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">through. Bilbo and Thorin’s party had successfully explored the Troll cave.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">We didn’t realize how cool that was until....</span></div><div><font face="UICTFontTextStyleTallBody"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></font></div><div><img id="id_77af_88e3_6a47_22aa" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/ABEl6lu3wsJO5YIVhlVpsGDFWreNIqkQayFZd8nsXOmtDHanX422VCPzEB3-k7A" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 577px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">We are now all set for the next stage. We hope to get that to the table soon.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">For Anyone wanting a fun refresher on the Hobbit tale, we really enjoy the</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">1977 Bass & Rankin program with Orson Bean and John Huston.</span><br></div>John Hoveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180523008511413640noreply@blogger.com2