Where am I?

Worried your solo defoxing skills are already starting to rust? Tackle this geographical brainteaser post-haste.

Worried your solo defoxing skills are already starting to rust? Tackle this geographical brainteaser post-haste.

Ouch! Comment Commander Colonel_K might want to pour himself a stiff Bovril and take a seat before reading the following turn report. In the 25th minute of this nailbiting play-by-comment CMBO contest, the AI-controlled Germans positively savage the small human-orchestrated Tommy infantry force that’s approaching the gates of Nottingheim Castle from the south.

Turn 23 ended on a cliff edge. The Comment Commanders’ most valuable (?) armoured asset – a late-war Sherman – seemed seconds away from an unpleasant encounter with an unidentified German heavyweight. In this sixty-second instalment of intricate WEGO wargaming, the mysterious tank reveals itself and expectorates a couple of 88mm rounds.

Until I settle on a theme for the THC game (This week the theme shortlist shrunk to just two candidates) my Chief Foxer Setter turned Senior Researcher /Lead Scenario Designer doesn’t have a great deal to do, hence the following foxer.

While the swarm of Balkenkreuze in the above image is just the little joke of a mischievous GM, the blocky tank with the question mark on its turret is not. Five seconds after Turn 23 gets underway, Allied units (presumably Costner’s GIs) hear what sounds like an MBT approaching from the east. After manifesting, this grey eminence…

A is for Alphabetised wargame, sim, and site news. Now and again, assuming I can persuade Austerity’s Blackburn Cirrus Bombardier engine to perform the miracle of internal combustion, I spend a few days scouring Simulatia and Grognardia for stories with the potential to fascinate, startle, cheer, dismay or amuse. Those stories are then dehydrated, alphabetised and delivered, via articles like this one, to people who’ve got better things to do than plough through puff and platitudes.

I couldn’t decide which ‘B word’ screenshot to lead with today so have provided three. The first is a nod to the Comment Commanders’ tardy taxi. The ponderous Churchill VIII finally delivered its passengers – Sergeant Forester’s squad – this turn!

Every Friday, Tally-Ho Corner’s cleverest clogs come together to solve a ‘foxer’ handcrafted by my sadistic chum and colleague, Roman. A complete ‘defoxing’ sometimes takes several days and usually involves the little grey cells of many readers. All are welcome to participate.