Posts Tagged ‘Graviteam’

The Flare Path: Things You Need To Know About Graviteam Tactics: Mius Front

…ahead of its release tomorrow.

1. It will ship with major realism flaws. Having spent a couple of days with the latest build of this painfully overdue Operation Star sequel, I’m now in a position to say with certainty that the Ukrainian devs have made no effort whatsoever to model incidental lubrication. Route a Tiger tank through a field of sunflowers and the Panzerkampfwagen VI will be squeaking just as loudly when it exits the field as when it enters it. Poor show, Graviteam. Poor show. Read the rest of this entry »

The Flare Path: In Search Of A Sub Title Subtitle

The eyecatching Yellow Pages advert that is currently serving as my bookmark, is tucked between the pages of Bob Whinney’s ‘The U-Boat Peril’ at the moment, a fact that may explain why work-in-progress sub sim Wolves of the Atlantic is on top of this week’s word heap. A mobile game destined for the PC, WOTA seems eminently dismissable until you glimpse the screenshots, peruse the feature list, and realise that lone creator Mark Hessburg is drawn to realism like a GNAT is drawn to propeller noise. Read the rest of this entry »

The Flare Path: Dreadnoughts And Droid Thoughts

Though my Battle-of-Jutland-through-the-eyes-of-a-ship’s-cat war movie remains unfunded, untitled and largely unwritten, I have mentally sketched out the final scene.


Passing under the awesome edifice of the Forth Bridge, the bruised and battered HMS Warspite is pelted with coal by disappointed railway workers. Tickles, asleep in her customary spot atop ‘A’ turret, wakes and dashes for cover. Scampering across the bloodstained, shrapnel scored deck, she is struck by a flying lump of anthracite and drops down dead. As the camera rises incorporeally into Warspite’s swirling smoke plume, we see Able Seaman Peters run to where Tickles lies, and fall to his knees beside her.

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The Flare Path: Hurls Demo Charges

Demos are a digital wargamer’s Predator drones and PR Spitfires. They allow us to scout new battlefields safely and smartly. They furnish us with the information reviews, AARs and Let’s Plays can’t provide. I wouldn’t be without them, yet, these days, often am thanks to the questionable policies of sector-dominating militaria-mongers Slitherine/Matrix Games. Read the rest of this entry »

The Flare Path: Achtung, Panzer Poachers!

The walls of the FP office are plastered with pictures of iconic war machines. When I yaw left I see the elegant elliptical wings of a Supermarine Spitball, the slab prow of a Panzerkampfwagen VI Tiepin, the yawning bomb-bay of an Avro Lankystreakofpiss. When I yaw right I see swarms of side-slipping Sopwith Camelots, HMS Hoodie steaming at full speed towards the Denholmelliot Strait, a sharkmouthed McDonnell Dougal F-4 Phantompregnancy splashing napalm onto a bunker-riddled Vietnamese hellside. Read the rest of this entry »

The Flare Path: While My Balalaika Gently Beeps

In an effort to weed-out oiks, riff-raff, rotters, fakes, frauds, bounders, curs and cads from Flare Path’s readership, from this week onwards only individuals able to answer ‘yes’ to one of the following questions – Do you rush outside and start scanning the sky on hearing an unusually throaty aero engine? Is your contentment reservoir refilled by the whistling of distant trains? Have you named your children after obscure WW2 Royal Navy minesweepers? Does your ‘If I Ever Won The Lottery’ list begin 1) Quit job. 2) Buy vast rural estate. 3) Purchase Panther tank? – will be able to see the ‘Read the rest of this entry’ link lurking under intros like this one. Read the rest of this entry »

Wot I Think: Achtung Panzer – Operation Star

Did you know that by counting the number of ‘R’s in a cold person’s ‘BRRRRRRRRRR!’ you can tell the temperature of their surroundings? My ‘BRRRRRRRRRR!’ for instance, indicates my room is currently -10C. Why is it so fffffffffflippin (it also works with ‘f’s) cold? I blame greedy British energy companies and the bitter Siberian wind that has been gusting from my monitor all week. Stick a scarf round your throat and a vodka down your neck (or vice versa) and you’ll be ready to hear Wot I Think of Graviteam’s latest Eastern Front wargame. Read the rest of this entry »