Author: Jim O

No humorous quips or Shakespearean limericks tonight.  Just a good time had by all on Saturday Night  

In Vimiero’s tabletop battle array, Miniatures on colored bases charge into the fray! The brand new General d’Armee 2, so shiny, As the pixel-troops charged …

In the Battle of Vimiero, they say, Napoleon had quite a dismay. With cannons a-blazing, And troops all a-raising, He found retreat was the order …

In Portugal’s hills, where fate convened, Vimiero’s stage, a battle keen. Junot’s might, a force unseen, Against Wellesley, calm and serene. August sun o’er fields …

In fields where destiny’s dance unfurls, At Austerlitz, where empires swirl, Amidst the fray, where cannons roar, The dice of fate their tale implore. Napoleon, …

Through jungles dense, we tread in fear, The lieutenant lost, his face a smear Of worry, confusion, and doubt, As we search for tunnels, in …

In the jungles of Vietnam, they played, Armchair Dragoons, in the shade. With Farkle in hand, Amidst the war’s land, Their dice rolled, a bold …

In Isandlwana, the Brits took a stance, Their commander met quite a trance, As Zulus amassed, He muttered, aghast, “Holy shit, that’s a fearsome expanse!” …

In a wargame, the Brits took a chance, Facing Zulus in a wild, frenzied dance. As they fled from the fray, In a heated display, …