The story that explains why Milan Lesov, his son, and their pilfered RPG-7 didn’t make it to the rendezvous at Viktor’s house, is long and complicated. It involves a well, a promise, and a small spray-bottle of nitroglycerin. When this…
LAW-equipped Recon Team Alpha has just one task this turn – tackle an inquisitive BMP. It executes its orders, but, for mystifying reasons, chooses to do so in a somewhat perverse way.
In turn number čtyři a panting Major Trajanov plants a metaphorical Trevar (the Zendoran flag) on top of Strupnic’s lofty dovecot, two friendly units come under fire, and, peering through his binoculars, Branko Somlac mutters, with distinct relish, “Something wicked…
Lieutenant Guskov – one of the Podrabian Army’s less diligent representatives – is woken from his slumbers by the THUMP-THUMP-THUMP of an inconsiderate drop hammer. It takes him several seconds to figure out where he is (The bottle-strewn bar of…
A is for Alphabetised wargame, sim, and site news. Once a month, assuming I can persuade Austerity’s Blackburn Cirrus Bombardier engine to perform the miracle of internal combustion, I spend a day or two scouring Simulatia and Grognardia for stories…
Silver-haired, bespectacled, and dressed in sandals, shorts, and a John Lennon t-shirt, Viktor Somlac is an unlikely war hero. Trajanov wonders if he’s wasting his time as he shakes the man’s hand and downs the shot of eye-watering apricot brandy…
The Comment Commanders get their first glimpse of the Podrabians in Turn #1. Given the circumstances, it’s probably a good thing that glimpse is a fleeting one.
On May 29th, 1981, after decades of dimpik rattling, the People’s Republic of Podrabia pulled said dimpik from its scabbard and thrust it deep into the eastern side of its smaller, weaker* neighbour, Zendora. Podrabia’s autocratic president, Anton Kubman, called…
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If the bottom ever drops out of the armour roguelike market, Gregory Adam Scott won’t need to cast about for a new career. When the creator of Armoured Commander II isn’t enlarging or enhancing his trailblazing austerity tank sim, he’s…
April 12th, 1943, Gabes, Tunisia. Dear Peter, Since your departure in November, the Hospitallers have been, as the newspapermen like to say, “hot on Rommel’s heels”. We were in the thick of it at El Agheila, Beurat, Medenine, and the…
The beehive murmur of an expectant crowd… the clink of cider-filled champagne flutes… Roman clutching an envelope the same colour as his lamé Nehru jacket… you don’t need to be Miss Marple to work out that the final act of…