And the winner is…
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…
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…
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…
A premature launch, a tight deadline, and scant aftercare did last year’s game jam no favours, hence this re-run. Hoping to get a few more submissions this time, I once again invite readers of a creative bent to sharpen their…