The Titillating Tale Of Tammy Thighs.

Place- The Thighsmore Estate.

Time-Boxing Day Morning 1970.

   Welcome to the prequel of my Christmas extravaganza and the telling of a tale that could take a year in the making or fall flat on its face within the time it takes to open an advent calendar door and consume the chocolate.

Tammy in her nightie.

Loobey Lou choosing her Christmas pressie.

Justin Caine with his Bentley before heading back to the tax haven of the land of Toblerone.

   This is the Christmas game I’ve been working on for a bit and I’m hoping to turn it into a campaign game for ‘26 moving the plot to various locations around the globe.

Kith and Kin.

The story will begin on Boxing Day 1970 for no other reason than it takes me away to a time of not very much hi tech and will feature the lovely Tammy Thighs,one of the members of the T.U.L.I.P.S(The United Ladies International Pornographic Society)whose motto is “We do things men can only dream of !”who are dedicated to ridding the world of the nefarious deeds of the male sex.

Loobey Lou’s choice of automobile.

Splendid choice by Tammy complete with realistic gadgets and herself trained to drive by Ken Miles.

I intend to use various sets of rules as some are good for stealth and traps(Black Ops)moving on to rules which are better for investigating and problem solving(Pulp Alley). The game gives me a chance to use some of the scenery and vehicles that I have collected over the past few years .

Granny out hunting for some fresh meat.

 

The Fresh Meat.

 I believe that I have three prospective candidates for participation,one of whom is El Presidente who killed off another character a few years ago that I had intended being part of a running campaign .The character ended up at the bottom of the Baltic Sea as the result of trying to charge a Soviet submarine. https://moth107.blogspot.com/2021/07/swedish-damp-squib.html

   

Snowman Sensors 

The plot will begin on Boxing Day morning with Tammy bidding adieu to Justin Caine after an evening of tooing and froing.Mid chat they are interrupted by the postman who gives Tammy a telegram who reads it and immediately frowns as it’s a telegram from her sister Sammy who yet again has missed the family Yuletide and is “dans le merde .”After the departure of the postman the couple are assailed by two groups of gatecrashers,one representing F.U.B.A.R(Federated Union Of Bad Guys And Rascals) and a second representing the Swalbardian Secret Police.

The Swalbardian Secret Police.

Complete with ski equipped Mercs just in case Tammy is for the off cross country.

Tammy’s allies consist of as well as Justin Caine,her mother Peggy Smallbone,who is an ex S.O.E operative and granny who allegedly locked horns with Mata Hari.Tammy’s assistant Loobey Lou and the gamekeeper make up the remaining “good guys “.Depending on the way the game is going I have three fox hunters ready to intervene on either side or maybe their own dastardly plans.

Covering All Exits.

Dress Rehearsal.

     Tammy’s plan will be to expedite herself from the clutches of the bad guys and head to the local aerodrome to pick up her plane and head for some exotic or more likely some backwater part of the world to extradite her sister from her escapades.

A Few Traps.

F.U.B.A.R delinquents are led by Count Pille who has just been pardoned for his escapade in Venice where he was thwarted by the girls of St Garvald’s School for Promiscuous Girls in his attempt to steal the Black Sicilian Kestrel away back in 19hundred and frozen to death. https://moth107.blogspot.com/2017/11/ragazza-della-scuola.html?m=0

Count Pille enjoying his last vacation in Venice before the girls thwarted his plans.

Well at least he didn’t get dumped in the shark tank!

Come back next week for a full recap of the game assuming everyone will turn up but hey ho we shall see.

       See You All When I See You.

      This has been a Garvald Film Studio Production.

A Deluge Of Hungarian Greys.

 Time -1944 ish.

Place- Budapest Suburbia

Another easy fight ahead?

Maybe Aye Maybe No.

Suburbs Of Budapest.

  I had eventually found time to nip out to The Garvald Film Studio for an evening of moving lead around as the past few weeks seemed to have found me working an awful lot of Wednesdays interspersed with time away with Lady Watson but since I finally had an evening off and whilst Lady Watson was away wrestling alligators in Florida I motored out to Garvald for an evening of trying to enter Budapest,trying being the operative word.

Typical El Presidente figure-a young lady.

Egging Them On.

Hunting For Ambushes.

          As usual there weren’t many takers for a game this evening so I unusually took charge of the Soviets hoping to get a foothold into Budapest.My plan differed from my usual charging in and I hoped to hop from building to building giving my lads plenty of cover as I didn’t know the opposition’s strength.

The Factory.

The Big Boy Arrives.

To Support the Tank.

     It started well as I managed to inhabit a few buildings without a shot being fired but that was about as far as I got.On entering one building preparing to assault the next one I was fired on by Hungarian squaddies and ended up being pinned down.On trying to activate them they rolled a double 6 forcing them to fire on the nearest squad which just happened to be my platoon headquarters with devastating success wiping them out. They were a big loss considering what was to come.

The Fiendish Panzerschrek Team.

Peek A Boo.

Wasted by their own side.

        On the other side of the playing field 2 of my squads had sought cover in a 2 storey building which drew fire from a lingering Hungarian assault gun forcing the bottom level squad to hunker down.The assault gun continued its progress towards the building and after peeking around the corner of the building found itself facing my company headquarters standing out in the middle of nowhere inviting to be shot at which the assault gun dutifully did wiping them out to a man or in this case women.Welcome to El Presidente’s world.

On Fire But Survived.

Backing Up To The Wall.

Little And Large.

        This was to be the story of the evening as every time I lost a squad I lost a dice which meant I lost a chance of improving my lot. I brought on a field gun which turned out to be next to useless as it drew fire from all the surrounding bad guy squads diminishing its crew rather rapidly-another dice lost.Time to bring out the T34 hoping it would improve on its partner in crime aT26 who couldn’t hit the proverbial barn door and itself incurring the wrath of a German panzerschrek squad that just happened to be in the area.

Fire’s Out.

El Presidente’s Gendarmerie Squad hiding behind the pin markers.

         The T34 fired on the Hungarian assault gun forcing it to retreat till it found itself backed up against a factory wall and eventually evacuated by its crew.The local squad embedded in the factory was having success pining and diminishing both my squads in the neighbouring two storey building as lack of Soviet dice and successful initiative dice meant the Soviets just twiddled their thumbs albeit under fire.

Waiting for the first draw.

  El Presidente produced an anti tank gun to try and destroy the T34 turning the scrap into who was going to strike first.Luckily for once the Soviets struck first and the Hungarian gun was destroyed.This turn of luck didn’t last long as the marauding panzerschrek finally hit my T26 and destroyed it.Game Over.

T26 finally bites the dust.

       An enjoyable game which shows how a lack of dice can sway a game.All figs,scenery and scenario provided by El Presidente.Our next game will be a Christmas game which I hope will evolve into a year long campaign game unless El Presidente does away with the main protagonist like the last time I tried a campaign game.

             I intend to produce a prologue before the game as an hors d’oeuvres.Enjoy!

Callejon sin Salida(Slippery Slope)

Fecha-Miercoles Agosto 6th

Lugar-Spanish Slopes of Garvald.

Welcome to my post which was three months waiting for to be able to add photos due to Google’s petulance telling me my photos couldn’t be uploaded but after three months “Hey Presto!”the only good thing that came of my phone updating.

     El Presidente had done a deal with Count Konstam of Orkney for the purchase of an awful lot of Spanish Civil War figures which was much to my dismay for if I had known they were on the market I would have gazumped him as the Spanish Civil War has been always been one of my fancied eras for which I have always considered a slippery slope meaning it would probably commence a huge spending spree.

Nacky Wee Armoured Car.

The only “Spanish”scenery that El Presidente possessed.

         Not to let the figures go to waste El Presidente had set up a game but due to people not being let out or designing new ways to thwart the traffic in our local theme park we found ourselves going mano a mano in a basic skirmish with the object to be the last man standing.

My Guardia Civile enthusiastically heading towards their first battle.

The Fascisti.

A certain journalist who would rather be in Key West.

I took charge of the Republicans whereas El Presidente took charge of the Nationalists hoping to end the insurrection quickly.My plan was my normal plan to charge in and take possession before the Republican norm of indecision set in .Un pequeno pueblo was set up and the main object was possession of the majority of buildings so of we charged rapidamente.

Heading for cover.

A precariously positioned machine gun.

Digging In.

    The first two turns consisted of both of us running towards the nearest buildings interspersed by our own visit to the local taverna for some Portuguese culinary delights-near enough.

More Evil Fascisti.

Dropping Bombs.

Rallying around the flag.

        Basically the rest of the game consisted of shooting to gain some advantage before charging in and doing away with the enemy.My problem is that El Presidente was having better luck with his yellow dice and the sixes were just rolling off especially when it came to shooting down my poor socialists just as they were preparing to rush a building. I was hoping to deplete the opposition before charging in but high numbers didn’t exist in my dice rolls therefore my first hand to hand consisted of six against ten and force of numbers won the day.First blood to the fascisti.

They Seek Him Here They Seek Him There.

The Armour Makes An appearance.

I Thought It Said Groucho Marx.

           The game then fizzled out to a shooting match with El Presidente gaining the upper hand and then to add insult to injury he brought on a tank albeit a Panzer 1 which I suppose is an asset if the opposition don’t possess any way of dealing with it apart from suicidal charges but all it did was strut up the village main street.My reinforcements consisted of some brightly coloured infantry to which I was informed were militia-not much hope then especially as they were classed as green.They headed for a building that had recently been vacated by one of my depleted Assault guard squads and had enough time to shoot once and be shot at before the final whistle was blown.

Rallying My Troops.

Rounding The Corner.

Last Stand Of The Righteous.

         An enjoyable game with scope for some future games to complement our VBCW games.All recently procured figures as well as scenery provided by El Presidente.

            See You All Soon.

       This has been a Garvald Film Studio production.