The Brits attempt to cross the Bogen in Turn 6. Well, five of them do. Not long after Sergeant Venison’s half squad commences a daring dash across the rail bridge, they start taking fire from their ten o’clock. A party of Volksgrenadiers ambling southward on the road beneath the castle, has spotted the bid and seems determined to scupper it.
Using the following clues (the map above is purely decorative) in combination with Street View, work out my location.
Where are the whistles and wooden truncheons? Where are the rattles and street corner TARDISes? Steam’s dizzying selection of police games implies professional law enforcement began circa 1980. If you want to fight crime as, say, a Bow Street Runner or a bobby in wartime London, you’re out of luck. During misnamed ‘Police Week’ the closest I’ve come to vintage policing is being shot at with a Lewis gun in Early Access SWAT Commander.
This week’s handmade co-op puzzle won’t defox itself. If you’re a whizz at quizzes, lateral thinking, and search engine sleuthing, why not lend a hand.
On Tuesday night myself and a couple of friends Carcassonned for the first time. It was an interesting experience. Like many beginners we found farmers a tad confusing initially and soon realised that playing on a smallish table top wasn’t a brilliant idea. Unlike most Carcassonne greenhorns, we’d barely finished our first game before we were brainstorming WW2 mods.
I hope one of the bigger/wealthier game sites persuades John Walker to review MicroProse’s newest release. John and Myst have, as they say, history, and if Neyyah somehow managed to impress him, it has the ability to impress just about anyone. While THC’s Chief Foxer Setter may pay a visit to archipelagic Olujay, without a strong recommendation from a trusted pal I doubt I will. Frankly, I’m more interested in MicroProse’s latest retro offering.
Police Week really should have been called Fuzz Fortnight. Law enforcement games are legion and last week I barely scratched the surface of what’s available. My latest acquisition puts the copper in chopper. It also shoots itself in both flat feet with poor controller support and pedantic sorties.
Pb + potato mashers + persistence = palpable progress for the POWs this turn. Dale’s Dozen ends the sixty undisputed kings of Nottingheim Castle. The fact that the German MG team weathered several grenade blasts before expiring makes Dale’s lack of interest in their MG 42 a little easier to rationalise (Sadly, infantry can’t scavenge weapons in CMBO).