Long time coming

Jesus it's been a long time since I posted anything, been to busy I suppose.

So, onto it, well I've passed all but one of my modules for my BSc in Computer Networking, which means a resit in August which is a pain in the ass, but never mind.

The fitness regime is lets say kicking, more I'm getting my ass kicked than me kicking ass but that's cool because I've got hard muscles for the first time in ten years, also I can do proper push-ups again and I'm starting to run the belly off, I couldn't do that with just walking and running last summer. The squats are easy, it's the crunches that are a bitch, and kettlebells are awesome even if they aren't the Onnit Primal bells, they looks so cool but considering they would cost almost £300 before posting and the import tax I can do without. Also I started to do Yoga, yes me, who always made fun of guys who did Yoga, but to be fair I made fun of the new agey assholes.

Carronade 2015 was a rousing success both for the Falkirk club which had it's biggest numbers in clubs, traders and feet throught the door this year, and for the Glasgow District club as well.

We did two displays, my own Assault on Gibraltar using Dystopian Wars (my what a surprise for you all) and a Spanish Civil War game run by Balkan Dave himself.

A few photos are below including George Dick's awesome Rock of Gibraltar, the Britianians were from Bill Robertson's collection and the Prussians are mine, some of which were I will admit whole heartedly finished the night before

 

I could not honestly tell you who won or how the game was played who killed what and what killed them. I was too busy talking with the many people who came to see the game. I let Bill and Sandy do the shooty shooty but ass the landing on Gibraltar never actually happened since we ran out of time I think the Britannians won by default, (BOOOO). We actually ran out of fliers for the game midway through the day, we never run out of fliers ever and the last one went to the Wargames Illustrated's roving reporter, hopefully we'll get a mention.

Details of both games are on the GDWS site.

Assault on gibraltar

There's a Valley in Spain called Jarama

Also Balkan Dave's blogpost on the show



Next up in displays will be an all aerial Dystopian Wars game at Claymore. Yes that's right all airships and fighters. Lots of aces flying around the place. Thing is though it's seven weeks away and I've got pretty much all the Britannians and Russians to paint. Thankfully the Prussians are all done.

I have finished my book I was working on and am currently in the early stages of the first edit before I send it out to have it perused by some people to get their feedback on the various aspects of it. Still on course for the March release next year, whether it's a traditional, indie or a do it myself publishing is yet to be seen.


Also I'M GOING TO THE UFC, yes that is correct I will be in Glasgow at the Hydro on the 18th of July, one of the lucky 13,000 that will witness the first ever Scottish UFC event and what will be the loudest ever UFC event in the history of the organisation. Dana White thought Dublin was loud,  I say fuck Dublin, there's going to be twice as many of us and as everyone knows the Scots are louder than the Irish any day of the week. There's only been 9 of the 12 fights announced so far, so I'm hoping that means some trials for some of Scotland's up and coming fighters. I'm going along with the sister's baby daddy but I know of a half dozen people who got their tickets. It's the fastest sell out of a UFC event in Europe ever, 25 minutes and all the tickets were gone. To say I almost bounced off a wall when I got the tickets would be an accurate assessment, also the shit eating grin I had for a week pretty much summed up how awesome I thought it was.

Still waiting on a release date for the Alliance of Worldbuilders Anthology and will post it when I know. I know there are some issues with it at the moment, I'm not sure what they are but as I said when they are available I will let you know.


All in all not a bad report of the activities.


***EDIT*****

Oh, aye, I forgot, 53 SNP MP's in Westminster (maybe 54 if that lying Wanker Carmichael get's booted out), tae fuck wae the establishment, maybe the EU referendum will give the English the kick up the arse they need to see that the fuckin established wankers aren't working.

Podcasts

So, today after a small update on how life is going, I'm going to talk about the recent introduction in my life that are podcasts, not entirely a new concept but new for me at least.

It all started for me with the Joe Rogan Experience, some of you who like me are fans of combat sports will be aware of Mr Rogan the colour commentator for the UFC in its peak period of growth, some of you older people may remember him from the 90'a sitcom News Radio, my own first experience was from his stand up comedy. 

I started listening to the show because I was bored one day and came across it looking to see if he was going to be doing a stand up tour in the UK, he wasn't but I came across the podcast videos, the first one I came across waa one with Joey Diaz, another incredibly funny stand up with one hell of a life, for those of you that aren't aware of him, I recommend listening to one of the podcasts and listen to him recount some of his stories. What I was to find was not just a comedy podcast but a podcast that had everything from discussions on psychedelics to political discussions, philosophy, the nature of humanity, fighters,  just about anything you could want torder know it's in there.

Now there are occasions where I want to shout and tell Joe to shut the fuck up and let his guests talk, but they always eventually get out what they are wanting to say. And because these people have said some interesting things about various subjects you want to hear more, which has lead to my listening to probably two dozen podcasts, from Daniele Bolleli's Drunken Taoist, Cara Santa Maria's Talk Nerdy, a numbet of the Earwolf, Nerdist amd Deathsquad networks' podcasts, everything I listen to informs my thoughts and how I approach evertything in life.

This had lead me to stop watching TV practically altogether, I'll now do what I did with only with Game of Thrones and wait for the whole series to finish and watch every episode in one or two sitings and because while listening to a podcast you can pop the headphones and get something else done at the same time, my productivity has shot through the roof. Where I would have to sit and watch for a couple hours every night what had been on the night before, I power through it, which is what was always great about Netflix, every episode of a series is right there to watch. I may be massively behind everyone else but so what I should be used to that by now. I now don'the even bother with music while I'm exercising anymore, I download a couple of podcasts on my phone and away I'll go, I used to unconsciously move at the rhythm of each song, which when every song has it's own throws you off, now I go at a  natural rhythm which is cool.

You may be asking why I even bother talking to you about this, well I like to share things that are new to me, and if me sharing my experiences cam lead someone else to a podcast that helps them in life or even they just get enjoyment out of , that'sounds me paying it forward and doing a little good, and if you keep doing a little good every day, then it makes life and the world better a little bit at a time.

That's enough from me for the day, so peace, love and all that good shit.

I'm Back

Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen,

It is indeed I, your favorite neighborhood wacko foul mouthed, angry Scotsman.

It has been a good long while since I posted, there was the massive the massively drunken rant over the UK blackout of events on Fight Pass, I got over it since I get BT Sports for free and just record it, but apart from that there hasn't been anything since the Referendum, which I'm just going to say much other I'm bummed about, but come May hopefully the Westminster Establishment of theives, cunts, pedophiles and wankers are going to be kicked squarely in the arse by the rolling freight train of the renewed vigour of Scottish interest in how we are governed, and how badly we've been getting shafted by the Tories, the Red Tories and the Yellow Tories.

I passed two of my units for the first half of my Uni 3rd year, the one I failed was Unix and it was the exam that I failed miserably but it doesn't help when you the study materials you have don't even remotely match what's in your exam, you can't study the whole of Unix, it's frigging impossible. Hoping this half won't be as bad, doesn't seem like it (Helps that HTML and Javascript doesn't have an exam) and I get to resit in August so won't be repeating and wasting a whole year on it.

The Dystpian Wars extraveganza is rolling on, 6000 points strong of Prussians and 4000 points strong of Russians, and while we are fighting the Battle of Gibraltar at Carronade in very early May, the Rock itself is being crafted masterfully by the great George Dick, is rolling along quickly and not absolutley prepared for it, but I'll be orgainising that little bit in the ext few weeks, emails need to be sent and the delivery of members of the clubs who cant be there's ships needs to be arranged.

On the Wargaming front still and I just spent over £200 on a new World War II American army, with the required Sherman, in 28mm for Chain of Command by Two Fat Lardies and Bolt Action by Warlord. Pictures will be forthcoming when the painting is complete. Yes, I am a glutton for punishment and always give myself more work than I can handle but screw it.

Yet again staying with Wargaming, I will be taking part once again in the Scottish Battletech Championship this year at the Schiltron Wargaming tournament, hoping to make up for last years debacle with a top half finish this year. If you are interested I believe there are some places still available for Battletech so if you pop along to the website and have a look see

On the writing side of things, I am in the middle of working on the first draft of Warrior Rising, it is the new title of my first Caleb (originally Calibern) O'Hearn novel, it is actually a completely different book from Running out of Space which along with the several books that I started since I began that, got stopped because I couldn't take them anywhere at a certain point cause I didn't feel it (maybe because I'm an idiot and didn't have a plan for any of them). This was precipitated by a conversation I had in the Pub (oh, everyone has to be surprised by that) with my good friend Ferdinand, big crazy Dutch Philosopher in chief of Rufus T Firefly, about how I always start things and have great plans for them (or not really in my case) but they always go to shit, I started afresh with a brand new book but using the back story I had created for him and a number of the characters, sat down and went through all the backlog of stuff I had written and then made a plan of the novel section by section who the characters would be that were in the story. It'll be finished at the end of August this year, drafted, read by people I trust, drafted, read, drafted and then polished up and in September I  begin shopping it around publishers after that and if I don't get a bite I will be self publshing for this time next year.

In other writing news the Alliance of Worldbuilders is in the final stages of prep (I'm a lazy shit and only just wrote my Bio) the irrepresible and awesome Sammy HK Smith, author of In Search of Gods and Heroes, mother of Cats (seriously she has a whole fuck load of them), one of the head honchos of Grimbold Books is working her way to completing that, I have two short stories in there, Mr Gabriel of Alba, protagonist of my Urban Fantasy work is hacking away and shooting spells at people in there, so watch this space or my facebook or even my Google+ feed for that and if you haven't bought and read In Search of Gods and Heroes why the hell not?

This year also as part of my attempt to become healthy and fit once again, am seriously (aposed to fucking around with it for short periods) taking up  Muay Thai and Brazilian Jui-jitsu as part of an MMA orientated regime, it will encompasse eventually the whole spectrum of training in MMA but I'm starting with the hard bits first. Also I begin 352 days of no Booze, that's correct no more drunken ramblings for almost year, as of  the 16th of March, conveniently those 352 days land on the end of my birthday celebration period of one year and end at the beginning of the celebration period of another year, not really all that convinient since I sent the time limit. I reckon if I can go that long without booze after losing three stone over three months without it, I will be a lean mean and less angry machine by the end of the 352 days, that and I'l save a shitload of money.

That's about it for this particular blog, as I am about to eat dinner and head out to Falkirk for some Chain of Command, first outing of my new army.

Peace, love and all that good shit.

UFC Fight Pass

Fuckin fight Pass.

I love the fights, and willingly fork out £60 for the year for the pleasure of watching guys and girls beat the shit out of each other, from way back in the beginning, fighters past, present and future and the promotions of the past, but why the fuck do I just get the prelims for UFC 178?

I don't pay for pay-per-view, because let's be honest other than boxing fans and "wrestling" fans nobody in the UK is dumb enough to fork out £30 for one event.

I have BT Sport cause I have BT internet, so that's not an issue.

Why the crap can't I sit in bed and watch the actual fights, the ones that actually matter, not that I don't mind getting to see Manny Gamburyan get his shit back together now he's at Bantamweight, and watching Kevin Lee's tenative steps in the UFC is fun.

But...

I want to see Dominik Cruz's comeback as he  proves his time out wasn't in vein as he makes his way back to the top of the men's Bantamweight pile, while he's proving he is still one of the best of the 135 pounders as he pounds the crap out of Mizugaki.

I want to watch Cat Zingano put the hell of her last year and a half behind her and prove why she's a better fighter than 'Cupcake' Tate and why she should be ahead of anyone as the next challenger for Ronda Roussey's title (by the way fuck Gina Carano, she hasn't fought in five years and fuck Cyborg, the steroid shooting cheat doesn't deserve to still be fighting, no PED user who abused the proper system should ever be allowed to fight ever again, including Chael Sonnen who I fuckin loved watch fight and Stephan Bonner, who is one of the pillars of MMA as it is today after his TUF 1 final with Forrest, while I'll enjoy watching him fuck Tito up in November (one of few Bellator fights I might sit all the way through just to watch Tito get fucked up) I still think he should have got a lifetime ban for using roids), while fucking Amanda Nunes up.

I don't want to have to wait until I wake up and watch Conor MacGreagor beat the shit out of that greetin faced prick Dustin Porrier (I really want to be the one beating his face in but I would actually get owned to fuck).

I don't want to watch the Cowboy show Eddie Alvarez why Bellator's for has beens and might be's while it's happening.

And I want to watch Mighty Mouse's hand raised yet again, and let it be a lesson to all the haters of the little guys, a 125 pounder with the proper training will still fuck your day up.

Anyway, that's the rant over....

Time for Pizza and the fights in the uncomfortable chairs.

Progress Report number how should I know.

Alrighty folks

So, it's been a couple of months since my last update.

Just spent the better part of three months losing over 30 pounds, and any time anyone tells you excercise is fun is talking out of their ass, it's not fun if you are 50 odd pounds from healthy and want to kick that fat's ass, got another nine pounds to go before I get back to the gym and start rebuilding the upperbody and getting arms to resemble the tree trunks that are my legs.

That's going to be slowed down due to me starting my 3rd year of my degree, it started last Monday and I'm already bashing my head off of the wall at one of the modules, Proffesional Issues in Computing, more like philosophical claptrap designed so I don't go out and start destroying people's computers just cause I'm getting paid to do it. I'm already a member of the BCS, the rest of the course isn't bad so far other than the fairly heavy duty labs for Unix, but Unix is frigging important for anyone that wants to deal with more than 2% of the World's servers.

Just found out that I'm potentially going to be published again somewhere around Christmas, you may have noticed that They Rise and We Smite was removed from the blog, that would be the reason for it, there's also another couple potentials. I had submitted it to the Anthology well back into 2011 but it never seemed to ever be going to materialise, hence the posting up here, but my good friend and all around crazy worker Sammy HK Smith, author of In Search of Gods and Heroes, available at Kristell Ink Publishing, and her team at Grimbold books, who recently held a very successful Kickstarter campaign to keep the indie publishing house open for another couple years, are going to publish it, more on that when everything is finalised and I'm actually sure that I'm going to be featured, from recollection They Rise was a bit of a frigging shambles and in need of some serious editing. But I'll probably still shill it anyway since it's a charity anthology and I can resist shilling for charity.

The Falkirk District Wargames Club to which I am a member is doing a Necromunda campaign, which I bought the day it came out way back in 1995 and had been playing in campaigns on and off into the early 2000s but probably not since 2004. I was going to use Ratskins, none of the official models right enough, just some Sci-fi Native americans that I had from some game that I got for nothing that I never ever played, I had converted them and painted them and then played with them a couple of times and promptly realised it that was a slightly dumb idea to use a gang that had no heavy hitters and ancient weapons even for today's standards. So I promptly changed my mind, and decided that I would use one of the House Gangs. Back in the day I used Orlocks, cause back when I was young and stupid, I liked the look of them so I bought them. This time around I decided that I would choose a gang that was more geared to how I play games, full tilt aggresive, so I went for the Goliaths. I was just going to use the plastics I had from the two boxed sets that I had bought in 1995 and 2002 the first for a fraction of the actual price in some one day sale that the Glasgow Games Workshop had on. But the problem with the plastics was no individuality, even putting in new heads and converting heavies, it wouldn't have the flavour of my old Orlock gangs where I only used one of each of the plastic figures, so I went onto ebay to see if I could find any, find many I did, and I promptly put three bids on two of which were essentially the same models, minus one player or another, the other was a group of Orlocks incase I didn't get the Goliaths and I could just supplement my old ones with the new ones. I was thinking, I might win one but I'll never win three, nope I'm an Idiot, I went and won all three, so here I am sitting with all these models and thinking, gods damn it I'm still going to have to get converting shit, though screw trying to convert the heavies, just be two heavy stubber identical twins with some different tatts and a different hair colour.

Once they're all done with the paint jobs, I'll be uploading the pictures from each stage of the process, a well documented one, I like projects like this where every model itself is an individual project in it's self.

As for the writing of the books, it's in it's constant state of who the fuck knows, I think I started another two projects over the summer and really didn't do much of it, though I did manage to sit down and go through Burn Forest City Burn, and decided the title sucked a disesed Monkey's puss infested nut sack, and the second go at the first edit will be beginning as soon as I get a few spare days to sit and go through it, line by line, otherwise the writing hasn't been too far up the line over the last couple of months, felt a little disconnected from my creative side for a while.

For this current Glasgow District Wargamers Society club year I will be doing both the Falkirk Carronade show and the Edinburgh Claymore show, both will be Dystopian Wars, Carronade will be a port strike, witht he Prussians striking a Brittanian port, possibly Malta, or Gibraltar, the port itself I won't be making, that'll be down to the esteamable George Dick who's Wild West town at this year's Claymore (At which we were fuckin well robbed of the best Public Participation game by the Political shitheads at SEWC, who I found to be kind of obnoxious and cunty) was absolutley stunning and made all the more so by his hand crafted Mine. The pictures are somewhere which I can't remember and I'll post them at a later date. The Claymore one will be probably an aerial battle between Brits and Prussians again, mainly cause between us in the club that's the most collected fleets.

Anyway, that's me all up-to-date as far as I can think of.

Adios

Clearout

Well, today I did what every gamer I know dreads doing, deciding what in their collection is dead weight and needs to go and what they use and gets to stay.

Needless to say not the most fun moment in my life, as collections that were painstakingly put together are going to be put to the wayside and sold.

To be fair though it's figures that have barely been out the box in the last ten years and none of them have even seen the light of day for the past five, except when I was looking for a box of something and cause I'm a lazy get haven't labelled them.

My entire Star Wars Minitures collection, all 74 Revenge of the Sith and  48 Clone Strike models in a box ready for another persons gaming tables.

My Catachan Jungle Fighters, which I'll admit hasn't got the best paint job, but was kittbashed with abandon (Empire Free Company boxed set were awesome for that back in the day where 15 quid got you twenty to thirty a box) along with Metals which are few and far between these days, the classic big ass bazooka missile launchers, the Captain big enough and ugly enough to wield a power fist and a bolter and make anything but a marine of any stripe his bitch, the wheelie heavy weapons teams, and the Heavy flamer teams that scared the bejesus out opponents in a jungle.

My Dark Eldar that I've been slowly but surely pairing away for the last couple of years, mine are all of the original run, when Scourges looked badass rather than like fairies and something with bat wings, and Warriors that looked Eldarish but with plenty of blades to cut you up.

And onto my flintloque collection, small it may be but for the dozen times it was out the hand crafted carry box that they are in (I'll be keeping that for sure) it was much loved, my 105th Rifles along with Sharke and all the characters so lovingly ripped off from the Sharpe Novels, my orc foot and Ogres along with a great big hound from somwhere far off that never got to play, of course the Duke of Wheeling-turn on foot, the Velite Grenadiers de la Garde who I never got to play nice ever, always ruining the plans, my Voltiguers that made the Grenadiers look like puppies, then there is the Witchlands mob that like the ogres and orc line, never got a game, unfortunately my only opponent for the game sauntered off to the land of Hobbitses.

Which marches me onto my Lord of the Rings models, what a frigging waste of time they were buying, the Fellowship, warriors of the third age, moria orcs, rohan, uruk-hai. I stopped at the Two Towers because not only did the game blow, Games Workshop had got to the point that their over inflated prices had finally taken there toll and I gave up to go onto pastures Historical, where you could buy three whole armies in 15mm for one GW army.

And last but no means least, the surplus Battlemechs, yes there is such a thing, Mechs which I have at least one of (If not more than one) of already and will never use in a battle because one or two is more than enough.

But there is a side to them, 9 Rogue Trader Space Marines, two of which were in the first release of Marines, all more for collecters rather than the current crop of players, considering one, as you could in Rogue trader, is armed with a freaking shuriken catapult, no doubt scavenged from the Eldar pointy eared ponce that he's just stomped to death.

So the list is drawn up and been passed onto Gateshead games to see if they'll take the whole lot off me before I need to think about ebay and other avenues. If the price is right they can have it at Claymore but if  the price isn't anywhere near my minimum I will be considering other avenues.

Of course as the money comes in it will probably be feeding that insatiable Dystopian Wars addiction I have developed, the new Battlegroups for both my main fleets land and air will do nicely and by the looks of it my ally fleets are going to be getting some goodies to. Of course some of the money will be liberally spent on libations in my favourite pub, just as soon as the dry month comes to an end.

A Dystopian Wars Encounter

Howdy do folks, had a game of Dystopian Wars 2.0 today,  between myself and Sandy Dewer, just my second go at the new rules and Sandy's first, one thing I have noticed is that it flows a lot quicker, at we actually got to fight to a finish.


So I as is my usual went the Prussians in my usual guise of Vice Admiral Rudolf von Der Goltz on board his flagship SMS Bismark, Sandy the Russians as White Navy (And most of his ships were very white) Admiral Nikolai Kerzhakov on board their flagship the Gagnut.

The Order of Battle:

Prussian Imperial North Atlantic 7th Iron Fleet

SMS Bismark, a Blucher class dreadnought with escorts ESC-327, ESC-345 and ESC-351, Wachter class
SMS Brandenburg, an Emperor class Battleship
SMS Lützow, a Konigsbeg class Battle Cruiser
Cruiser Squadron 1 (Reiver class Light Cruisers)
SMS Prinz Heinrich, Furst Bismark, Prinz Aldebert
Cruiser Squadron 2 (Reiver class Light Cruisers)
 SMS Agir, Elbing, Falke
 Destroyer Squadron (Stolz class)
  SMS Viper, Stoltz-II, Sachesen, Wuttenberg
Frigate Squadron 1  (Arminius class attached to Graf Zepplin)
  SMS Borther, Berlin, Rothe Lowe
Frigate Squadron 2 (Arminius)
  SMS Morian, Chur Prinz, Kur Prinz
Corvette Squadron (Saxony Class)
  SMS Stoch, Biene, Eber,
 Air Contingent
  SMS Derflinger  Imperium Class Sky Fortress
  SMS Fritzjof Gewitterwolke class Airship.

Russian Coalition 23rd White fleet
RCS  Gagnut, a Moskova class Dreadnought with RCS Escort Squadron 87 (3 Veliky class escorts)
RCS Navarin, a Borodino class Battleship with RCS Escort Squadron 91
RCS Sevastopol, a Dudinka class Assault carrier with RCS Escort Squadron 121 (We used the Kostroma model but the Dudinka stats)
RCS Minin, Gerzog Edinburgski, Rurik, Tambov class Gunship Squadron
RCS  Pallada, Makarov, Varyag, a Suvorov class cruiser squadron.
RCS Askold, Kagul, Oleg
RCS Sokol, Havock, Yastreb, Gagara a Novgorod class frigate squadron
RCS Korshun, Voron, Nyrok, Sova, a Novgorod class frigate squadron


 

The opening moves of the battle were mostly jockeying for position from all but the Borther's Arminus squadron who battered the Sova to kindling and scrap, and the Agir, Elbring and Falke opened fire on the
Minin, damaging the ship but not able to break past the ablative armour.

The second turn, the initiative was seized by the Coalition and the Korshun, Voron, Nyrok,
opened fire killing the Stoch and Biene, Commander Von Hagen in command of the Eber saw his sister ships fall but held his nerve.

In return the Borther, Berlin and Rothe Lowe killed the Voron and Korshun and in boarding the Nyrok left it adrift at sea.

With all guns blazing the Sokol, Havock, Yastreb, Gagara killed the Chur Prinz and Kur Prinz  forcing the Morian into beating a hasty retreat.

The Agir and it's consorts flew through the water, turning their cannons once more into the Tambovs this time firing on the Gerzog Edinburgski, causing critical damage and then proceeded to board and derelict the Havoc and Yastreb.

In return the Minin, Gerzog Edinburgski and Rurik caused a Sturginium flare in the Agir's engines causing it to teleport almost back to the fleet starting lines, and shredded the Falke's defences.

In turn 3 the Prinz Heinrich, Furst Bismark, Prinz Aldebert opened fire on the cruisers Makarov & Varyag, causing both serious damage and engine failures.

The Russian cruisers returned fire and returned Prinz Heinrich the favour and taking a chunk out of the Furst Bismark's armour.

The next two rounds of firing saw the death of the Prinz Heinrich and Furst Bismark and the repairing of the Varyag only for the Brandenburg to open it's three main guns and hammering it to death much to the delight of Commodore Conrad Klose, it's captain, his broadside gunners gave the Pallada it's first Damage.

Vice Admiral von Der Goltz cackled in maniacal glee when the Bismark opened fire for the first time, three of the main turrets smashing the Navarin's hull to bits, as rounds exploded all over the place causing the fusion engine to leak all over it and killing Russian marines in the process, the final rear turret killing off the Pallada.

Admiral  Kerzhakov's own gunners got some semblance of their own back when the Lützow was blasted into scrap metal and the killing of the Stoch by the 87th Escort..

The Sevastopol annihilated the  Dive bombers that came screaming at it before they could cause any damage.

The Stolz squadron drove forward and blew chunks out of the Minin and Gerzog Edinburgski and the fusion leak burned away a vast majority of the rest of it's armour.

The fourth turn, the Initiative was seized by the Empire and the Vice Admirals cackles could be heard throughout the Bismark while he geed on the gunners of the Flagship as it went all out against the Gagnut, not before zapping the last of the Battleship's marines to death with it's fore tesla, when they did open up at the Russian flag it was a full barrage of all four main guns and the broadsides, blasting apart armour and locking the navigational controls down, with it's auxilliary weapons it put down a pair of bombers and it's escorts killed off one of the dreadnoughts escorts.

The Dive bombers of the Imperial Airforce killed off the Navarin in an act of precision bombing, as they exploded left right and centre sinking the already stricken ship.

The fire across the sea born ships was bloody and viscious, leaving just the Agir as the sole Prussian cruiser, all of the Russian Frigates dead and the only escorts left those attached to the carrier. The Rurik's engines malfunctioned with a Sturginium flare and teleported onto the small island, scrapping it.

Turn five was very short as the damage that the Gagnut took while repaired down was returned to it by the Bismark and the Bombing run conducted by the Fritzjof and while the Gagnut took yet more chunks of armour from the Brandenburg, it's Marines were the ones that took the Russian Flag as a Prize, and Admiral Kerzhakov as their prisoner. Commodore Rostovic on the Sevastopol ordered the remaining Russians (Not that there were many) into a hasty retreat.

Overall loses

Prussians

Battlecruiser

Squadron +2 Reivers

saxony squadron

4 arminus

Russians

Cruiser Squadron

2 Escort groups,

Battleship

Both Frigate squadrons and 3 as derelicts
Dreadnought as Prize.

It was a good game that lasted a good number of hours and it's the first game we've played at Glasgow where we have actually got it finished, which highlights the fact that the game plays faster, it probably would have run even faster if we hadn't stopped for a while and I hadn't stopped to take so many notes and pictures, plus looking for rules that I couldn't remember.