VIEWER CAUTION IS ADVISED: THESE ARE PROBABLY THE MOST UNFLATTERING PHOTOGRAPHS OF ME EVER TAKEN.
.... but what the heck, its either that or no photos for this end-of-the-week article. So just imagine I`m doing Jaba the Hutt impersonations and you`ll be alright - man, the camera never lies does it *chuckles*
Okay, this is a follow up to my earlier thread about my new “Liberty or Death” big box collectors set for the French Indian Wars and The American War of Independence (also called The Seven Year War, or The American Revolution... depending which side of the pond you live on).
When last I wrote, I had just placed my order and was pacing a hole in the carpet, impatiently waiting with baited breath for posty to deliver the whole thing (by crane) to my door. True to form with Warlord Games, the box arrived a few days later, and yeah.. it was pretty huge. Okay, it didn’t really need a crane to lift it into the house, but it was big enough alright.
My mind was doing cartwheels and my thoughts were careening with ideas and imaginations (culled from a dozen books and documentaries I had pored over all week, waiting for the thing to be delivered.
Yeah that`s me... in my minds eye. Hero of the age dashing through the forests ready for action.
This one, I had decided... this project was going to be all inspiring: dedicatedly focussed and enduring. Too long I have been piddling about with various subjects, and I felt I had no single thing upon which I could focus my hobby passion. Yeah I suppose you could say I feel the same way about Super Dungeon Explore: but that’s fantasy, and at fifty four years of age, I sometimes feel that`s not enough to sink my intellect into (do I want to be a sixty year old man and have nothing to show for my hobby except a bunch of elves, dwarves, goblins and wizards.. not really)? My 28mm Zulu figures and campaign is a serious subject of course, but this is now seasoned and well entrenched in my head and already played lots on the game table.. so is familiar and well used... an `old friend` as it were. Besides which, it is a small war which could only ever have had a single result: the utter annihilation of a way of life and the disintegration of a entire people (ultimately leading to the travesty of modern South Africa. Not, I fear, one of Britain`s finest hours). But no, this thing with the American Wars was fresh and vibrant to me. A new start in the hobby. Not a new historical subject for me, no I have been a student of this epoch for many years, and like my other historical interests, transposing it all to the table was, I suppose, destined to be an eventual inevitability.
Hilary, big baggy smock/jumper: putting on her headband, heading out to do some gardening "hey Stevie" she calls out: "Looks like Postman is here... maybe it`s your parcel?"
So yeah, my mind had been playing with thought of (and replaying scenes from) “The Last of the Mohicans” and “The Patriot” and “Sons of Liberty” and “Poldark” and various History Channel documentaries I have recently been devouring, like “How Britain Lost America” and “The French and Indian Wars” and “The Destruction of a People” (a thesis on the Seminole Indians). Heck.. I even went out of period.. went decidedly mope-y.. and reread “Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee” and once again realised just what a lot we have to answer for in the world, and what a travesty it is that barely one person in ten thousand even knows that a Seminole is, or an Iroquois, or a Huron, let alone the travesties committed on the Ottawa or the Chikasaw (American settlers dashing out the brains of child slaves... ten year old girls and boys, if they were no use further use for work).
But yeah, there you have it. I wanted a new subject to entertain the little grey cells. Something worthy of a lifetime`s devotion to study and knowledge. I wanted to combine my passion for wargaming, role playing, table top skirmish and boardgames with a real life understanding of history... to make it live and breath before me on the gaming table, and enrich my life with all encompassing interest and focussed dedication..... with room for lots of role play added in there, and not a small bit of macabre as well.
For sure thing, early American Colonial history is full of the weird and fascinating, and one need not `invent` too much fantasy in order to be utterly wow`ed by the supposed horrors of those times: American Colonial folk myths and ghost stories are decidedly creepy and make me shudder, even at the retelling of them... from the Jersey Devil and Mother Leeds from the Pine Barrens of the Jersey Flats, to the lone Forest Wendigo and the terrifying Marsh Creepers (Zombies). Then we have the macabre Founding Fathers and their highly strange astrological Masonic rituals, the Miskatonic (almost Lovecraftian) fatalism of nature as practised by the indigenous Delaware, and the plenitudes of beauty to be found within the Shamanistic (Witches) sacrifices of young female virgins (a residual trace left from the Mayan cultures)... all leaves me breathless *shudders*
Perhaps an actual photograph of the real Jersey Devil?
So yeah, my enthusiasm is at a zenith right now. Actually, within five days of receiving my “Liberty or Death” boxed set, I had assembled so many buildings, fences, and miniatures, that I was going to write a small skirmish game for the blog... to show a game being played, literally on the heels of my earlier article when I was still only waiting for the stuff to arrive. But alas, it wasn’t my turn to `have a go` and others wanted to write so I had to wait my turn hehe.
But anyway, here at least is my belated un-boxing ritual.
Once again, I apologise for the quality of the photos, and my ugly mug. Hil took most of these at the time of opening, and we never had a chance to check them over until now. So we`re kind stuck with what we have.
Anyway, here goes.
Love at first sight.
I look more dazed than excited.
The ritual... slitting open with a knife.
Ooo! It`s shiny.
Mine... all mine.... my Precious!!!
"Look Hils.. look."
Yes dear, its lovely"
"Yeah but, just loooook"
*now resigned to the fact I was going to enthuse for the next hour at least... she removes her hairband and prepares to indulge my non stop prattle*
So many figures to paint... mmmmm. Already worked it out thoroughly in my head, and will stick to it. 3 a day, four days a week: 12 a week = 48 a month. That`s 382 figures fully finished in eight months time. Easy job! Wont even cut into my other project time.
Next day... most the terrain and building s are assembled and fully based.
I really love this Block House Fort
For some reason lots of zombies seem to be attracted to this large building.
A bonus to assembling American Colonial houses of the day (despite common belief) most the buildings of the time were treated, but unpainted wood. Makes my job that much easier too.
Just so many sprues... I think about 40 of them: roughly ten multi pose figures to assemble on each of the sprues. And sooo many extra weapons and bits and pieces.
And so... immediately down to the first batch of panting.
Hils sits and prepares dinner, listening to me babble on in an endless stream of non stop words.
"Wow, there`s some depth to that box"... "yes dear" she encourages.
These are the really simple but highly cool set of skirmish rues will be using to play with, for now... until I have enough assembled painted and bases to make a full wargame. Innovative, smooth, and oh such fun. Ideal for solo play too, mmmmm yum.
And here's the whole lot painted... heck, wish. No, here`s me in ten months time wooohooo!!!
Wish me luck ^^
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