Where am I? (FdO4)
Treasure hunters searching for the hiding place of the priceless Fox d’Or will need to solve today’s puzzle in order to remain in the hunt.
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Africana
It’s been a perturbing week here on the Corner. The relentless attacks by crocodiles, cannibals, communists, and Canberras, don’t bother me, it’s the realisation that I may never feel towards Every Single Soldier’s latest COIN title the way I feel towards its predecessors, that really weighs on my mind.
Friday Foxer #182
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.
Where am I? (FdO3)
On the trail of the fabulous Fox d’Or? Although what you seek isn’t at the location indicated by the following clues, you’ll need to solve today’s puzzle in order to find the gilded coop-raider.
3×3
Want to turn a green lane into a brown lane, tow a Gulaschkanone across a snowy field, or roam the Western Desert trashing Axis airfields? Get a 4×4. Want quick introductions to games of interest to realism relishers and old fogies? Read a 3×3. Prior to penning one of these articles I’ll play three tempting titles for at least three hours each. While it would be cavalier to call the reports that result from such brief auditions ‘reviews’, it’s conceivable they might lead to more prolonged playtests, and prompt or prevent the odd purchase.
Friday Foxer #181
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.
Where am I? (FdO2)
On the trail of the fabulous Fox d’Or? Although the trophy isn’t at the location indicated by the following clues, finding the fox’s secluded den will be impossible if you don’t manage to solve today’s brainteaser.
Demo Disc
A minute’s silence in memory of the demo disc, if you please. Coup de grâced by broadband, the wafer of wonders* that once clung limpet-like to the front cover of almost every games mag is no more. Denied these monthly mix tapes, the gamer of today is, I reckon, less inclined to reconnoitre and genre-flit than their predecessor. Because in 2024 you rarely find yourself installing kite flying sims, apian Settlers clones, and puzzle games inspired by Underground Railroad quilts, out of boredom-tinged curiosity, there’s less chance of unlikely love affairs blossoming.