Most of the gaming swag/tat I was given during press trips in the Noughties, swiftly found its way onto eBay or the shelves of local charity shops. There were exceptions though. I still slurp hot beverages from an IL-2 Forgotten Battles mug on occasion, and for many years my views of rural England were linteled by the brim of a Delta Force bush hat.
A lot of water has flowed under the Ponte Tally-Ho since I first swapped emails with Gabe, the AI specialist behind promising swords-and-sandals wargame, Strategos. Keen to catch-up, I recently quizzed him about a range of topics including project progress, publishing deals, and potential era shifts.
As the sellotape used to attach this demo disc to the THC front cover is specially designed to deface glossy cover art when removed, we recommend you enjoy what you can see of the diving goalkeeper, bicycle-kicking striker, and bulging onion bag, before attempting separation.
Today’s off-topic post is inspired by a recent comment from an Italy-based Cornerite. If you visit THC regularly, chances are you have an avid interest in history, and, like Nutfield and myself, have at least one found, inherited, or purchased historical artefact in your home. Below the jump I describe a few of my ‘treasures’ in the hope that some of you follow suit.
Using the following clues (the map above is purely decorative) in combination with Street View, work out my location.
Choosing winners in the TFA screenshot competition proved harder than expected, but the Hanging Committee (myself, Amiral Crapaud, Julien, and Reis) did eventually manage to skim the double-cream from the cream. The four fab images that bagged prizes are displayed below along with some of the other rectangular reasons judging was so difficult.
I’ve written hundreds of articles during my twenty-odd years as a games inspector. While some make me cringe with embarrassment when I read them today, a few like the 2011 Eurogamer piece posted below, arguably warrant a second airing.
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.