My hobby inclinations have been… evolving. I have, in fact, foresworn (for now) all interest in that certain monolithic company that was once the prime subject of this blog. What? I will admit that this change in events took some small persuasion. The requirements of Anvil Eight Games have consumed almost all my hobby time. Moreover, I admittedly offered some initial mental resistance to change, etc. and so on. But then… Emerson.
So fellow Anvil Eight Games personality Chris “one take” Tavonatti and I have increasingly immersed ourselves in Bolt Action! gloriousness. In my humble opinion, it is a great game -just wonderful. We have been having a gripping old time with it all. The rules are very easy for a reasonably experienced gamer, and every single conflict has been evocative, tense, and very, very closely fought.
And so we have instituted a weekly contention down at the FLGS. It's been a long time coming, but this beautiful game has certainly helped me get some hobby mojo back. Excellent stuff.
This particular game began well for my dedicated Brits. My regulars advanced up the middle and left flank.
The Paratroopers crept up the right flank and jumped the bridge objective with the help of a MMG.
The Regulars began to suffer from the strain and the constant, withering fire -also combined with a reckless level of German bravery.
Then the SS showed up in an armored vehicle and proceeded to crush all opposition. What was left of my British forces struggled to push back, but the SS were entirely too resolute.
The week before this particular engagement shown here, I had just watched Market Garden. Tremendous film. I remembered it dimly from years ago, but it was a real treat to come back to that film, as an adult, as an adult painting British Paratroopers, as an adult Sean Connery fan painting British Paratroopers (“didn’t you know that god is Scottish?” Ha. Class. Who else could deliver that line?). Those familiar with the film will recognize the relevance of my Paratroopers initially sweeping the Germans from the bridge, only to get pummeled by the late arrival of two SS squads with brutality in mind.
So it goes.
Stiff upper lip and all that. The boys are hoping for a better result this week. What-Ho!