When covering Pegasus Bridge or Eben-Emael wargames, verbose intros are verboten. You are duty-bound to coup de main your subject… drop right on top of it in the dead of night or at the crack of dawn. When writing about Market Garden wargames the rules are a little different. Not only are leisurely preambles permitted, questionable conclusions written in Polish are fine too. Can’t be arsed to acknowledge the Panzery portion of the game in question? Not a problem. Ignore it. Of course, the thing that really marks out a quality MG piece is liberal use of static. Every paragraph should be festooned wFZZZTTZZZTTating WIEEEEUUUWW the reader KLIKKLIKFZZZZZZZZZdesperateHISSSSSSSSSSHZZZPPerated. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s that time of the week again, that time when Shermans and StuGs stop squabbling, Albatrosses and Camels play football together in no-man’s-land, and rust-streaked U-boats sidle up to exhausted Victory Ships and start nuzzling them like thirsty calves. The Flare Path has been lit, and today its flickering rectangular finger points towards an important flight sim demo, some classified campaign intel, a festival of formation flying, and a sim studio not too proud to beg. 
