Saturday Night Fights ~ The Battle of Leipzig (VI) for “Blucher”
There once was a leader named Nap Whose luck it turns out was quite crap. In search of white balls His fate took its falls …
The Regiment of Strategy Gaming
There once was a leader named Nap Whose luck it turns out was quite crap. In search of white balls His fate took its falls …
In Leipzig, a wargame began, Covering battles with quite a long span. The pieces moved slow, Time seemed to just grow, Lasting longer than the …
In Leipzig, a battle’s at play, But it’s dragging on day by day, The game’s never-ending, Our patience, it’s bending, As we wait for the …
In Leipzig, a battle’s at play, But it’s dragging on day by day, The game’s never-ending, Our patience, it’s bending, As we wait for the …
In pixels small, the battle unfolds, Leipzig’s clash, as history foretold. Miniature figures, pixelated might, Recreate the fray, in the soft, dim light. Napoleon’s troops, …
The Armchair Dragoons, quite quite insane, Went back to Leipzig for a game, With voxels for their figs, In their well-appointed digs, Those digital troops …
Our intrepid heroes take (back) to the seas with a WW2-era shootout around the world’s most contest sheep-grazing grounds
In the Falklands, a sight quite bizarre, Sheep crews on the sea, from near and far, With woolly commanders, And hooves as their flounders, They …
There once were some wargamers in town, Who played Borodino ’til sun was down, With cannons that roared, And tactics explored, But they sighed, “It’s …
At Borodino, fierce was the fray, Raevsky’s Redoubt in disarray, Napoleon advanced, Amidst cannons enhanced, In 1812, a grim autumn day. With muskets and sabers …