Posts Tagged ‘CMBN’

The Flare Path: Where Cold Callers Get A Frosty Reception

By Tim Stone on October 11th, 2013.

Peddlers of enchanted swords, bullpup energy weapons, and painfully unimaginative religions don’t tend to linger long on the doorstep of FP Towers. Once they’ve clocked the knuckle tats and knobkerrie, and felt the hot breath of Galland, Wittmann, and Fozziwig on their faces/groins, most scamper away like spooked hares. Quite how Kerberos Productions managed to talk their way into my front parlour and persuade me to interrupt Combat Mission: Market Garden previewing to play Ground Pounders is a mystery up there with “Why, in thirty-odd years of PC wargame design, has no-one produced a decent English Civil War title?” and “Who in the Air Ministry thought the Rotabuggy was a good idea?”. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Flare Path: Cod Wars

By Tim Stone on March 23rd, 2012.

People of Argentina, people of Britain, for the past week The Flare Path Strategic Studies Institute has been conducting detailed simulations of a possible Second Falklands War. Using Custer II – an engine built with the assistance of Bohemia Interactive, Battlefront.com, Turbo Tape Games and PopCap – we’ve run over 1000 separate conflict scenarios. Of these, 54% ended in stalemate, 19% were won by the defence industry, 12% by TV news networks, 8% by politicians, 5% by oil companies and 2% by anthropomorphic sunflowers. The FPSSI boffins are still analysing defeat data, but preliminary findings indicate that the biggest losers in any future Falklands bust-up would be hapless civilians, and servicemen and their families.

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Wot I Think: Combat Mission: Commonwealth Forces

By Tim Stone on March 15th, 2012.

Rocked by mortar blasts and raked by small-arms fire, the heavily-laden Bren Gun Carrier comes barrelling down the track towards us. Any second I’m expecting it to explode like a Roman candle, or lurch, mortally wounded, into a ditch, but somehow it keeps coming. A cheer goes up as it finally bounces into our shrapnel-strewn farmyard and the driver – a dusty sergeant major from the 9th Cameronians – clambers out. “I believe you gentlemen require 6pdr ammo and PIAT bombs. Private Stone?” When I step forward, the visitor tosses me a battered canvas bag. “What’s this, Sir?”. “It’s your old passion for Combat Mission, laddie. Don’t you recognise it?”

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