In my part of the world, roe deer are the undisputed contour kings. They know their territories intimately, and when surprised in open country invariably dash for the nearest hollow, or retreat behind the closest LoS-breaking rise or hillock. To prevail in my last Armored Brigade 2 ‘random skirmish’ I had to think like a nervous Capreolus capreolus.
This week’s handmade co-op puzzle won’t defox itself. If you’re a dab hand at quizzes, lateral thinking, and search engine sleuthing, why not help out.
If a game makes it into the Corner’s end-of-the-pier amusement arcade, you can be sure of four things. The entertainment in question will riff on a classic from the 70s or 80s, require quick reflexes, be cheap or free, and be so diverting there’s zero chance you’ll quit after your first GAME OVER.
Typical. The day after I send Slitherine a slew of questions, I think of another I really should have asked: “Now you own Battlefront, why not put together a small team and start releasing new CMx1 instalments?”. How many nostalgic PC wargamers with precious memories of Beyond Overlord, Barbarossa to Berlin, and Afrika Korps, would pay medium dollar to fight in the Pacific, Korea, or Spain using the same engine? A fair number, I reckon.
If you’re a regular wearer of cargo pants you’ll know the importance of a thorough pre-laundry garment frisk. This morning while searching the numerous pockets of my battle breeches in preparation for a forty degree Easy Care cycle, I came across multiple bits of game news.
My Black One Blood Brothers screenshots collection now includes more than 300 jpegs. Although the vast majority of the grabs reflect the fun I’m having, and the game’s talent for producing striking special ops tableaux…
Using the following clues (the map above is purely decorative) in combination with Street View, work out my location.
Not inappropriately, my first Armored Brigade II casualty was a Fox. One of two scout cars secreted amongst trees on the eastern edge of the Bohemian village of Staré Sedlo, the AFV in question decided to take on a mob of approaching Soviet T-62s and BTRs on its own, and finished up brown bread as a result. Moments after it was set ablaze by a supersonic suppository, I noticed the ‘SOP’ customisation panel that might have saved its life.