Tammy’s Adventure Begins!

                    The SIZOTHIGHS SQUEAK.

                   27th DECEMBER 1970

      HEADLINES- FAMOUS AUTHOR GUNNED DOWN IN BOXING DAY MASSACRE! 

       The peace of a quiet Boxing Day morning was shattered by gunfire at Sizothighs Hall today,home of the Thighs family,from unknown assailants for what reason we have still to find out.Justin Caine,author of such classics as To Canada Most Cautiously and Big Thumb Left Hand,is today recovering in the local cottage hospital from wounds received in this morning’s shootout.Always stoic his remarks were “Strawberries and Champagne fed intravenously will cure my ills”whilst having the young nurses pandering willingly to his every whim.Nobody else was around to comment as it’s believed that there were other casualties from the household.Police have issued a D Notice as several bodies were seen being loaded into a non descript van.

The Man Himself Waiting For The Off-Weapon In Hand.

Loubey Lou wondering where her Dodge is.

Tammy rushing to bid farewell to Justin.

              Game day had arrived and today’s participants were Herr O’Brien and Comrade Gilchristi taking the parts of F.U.B.A.R (Federation of Unified Bad Guys and Rascals)and the Swalbardian Secret Police respectively whilst El Presidente assumed responsibility for the gallant defenders.

Roger The Gamekeeper keeping out of Peggy’s clutches.

Storing the vittels and providing some protection for anyone stupid enough to climb the wall here.

Granny out hunting the peasants.

            “Are you sure you need to leave so soon Justin?I was looking forward to a rather intimate weekend of Scrabble and siestas.”Tammy was bidding adieu to her confidant Justin Caine.”Sorry Tammy but if I don’t return to the land of the Toblerone today the British Taxman will be after a hefty slice of my ill gotten gains.”Their tête-à-tête was interrupted by the arrival of a Post Office van.”Morning Miss Tammy,Morning Sir,I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas?We have just received this unusual bag accompanied by a telegram.Tammy took the telegram.”Thank you Burnsie,Would you like a warmer upperer in the kitchen I’m sure Flossie would love to warm you up.””No thanks Miss I’d better be heading back to the office,Any reply?””No thanks Burnsie”was the reply.Burnsie got back into his van and drove towards the front gate.

Snowman sentry on guard duty.

The start of a busy morning.

“Aha!My car!”

        No sooner had Burnsie left up the drive when the sound of pistol and shotgun fire started resonating from the west side of the estate.”That’s pistol fire as well as shotgun fire.Is that you’re grandmother dealing with poachers?”enquired Justin.”No!”uttered Tammy “I seen her earlier heading for Peasant’s Wood that must be Roger the Gamekeeper.””Stay here Tammy and I’ll take a look”uttered Justin ,”No doubt it’ll be a false alarm.I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

Justin protecting Tammy’s rear.

           

That’s what happens when you climb an icy wall in a skirmish line.

Out of sequence-The Swalbardians arrive.

The Back Up.

Tammy showing off her Marks and Spencer’s negligee.

So set the scene for an afternoon of shooting,attempted looting and falling on one’s ‘arris.Using Black Op’s rules the game kicked off with both squads of bad guys trying a different approach to the Manor House.Herr O’Brien chose stealth whilst Comrade Gilchristi chose the direct approach meaning his gang had to cross a wall that was very icy as well as very high resulting in half of his gang ending up on their butts.A good start -not.Their leader Count Sergei Boobtitsky(honest it’s a real name.)who was taking a sabbatical from his role as Cultural Attaché at the Swalbardian Embassy in order to take in the cool,crisp clean air. The problem then arose when they caused enough commotion to arouse the suspicions of Roger the gamekeeper who was trying to keep away from the amorous intentions of Peggy Smallbone -Tammy’s mother-at least for the morning.He ignored these intrusive noises nearly to his peril as the gunmen who were still standing opened fire on him albeit missing him with every shot.He replied with both barrels of his Purdey shotgun taking out Count Boobtitsky with his first shot. I hope he enjoyed the cool crisp clean air as it was his last gasp. The secret police were now leaderless.

Count Pille arrives with his gang.

     

And even they slip climbing the wall.

“Mama Mia Idiota!”

On the other side of the grounds Herr O’Brien took the stealthy approach but still two of his gang fell on their ‘ariss.This drew the attention of Loubey Lou,Tammy’s assistant but she put it down to badgers frolicking in the woods.Herr O’Brien had skilfully made his way through Badger Wood avoiding the not so all seeing eyes of the robot snowman sentries.This silent approach was shot down in flames when Count Pille’s driver decided that stopping the mail van was the number one priority even although the telegram had already been delivered.Count Pille launched into a tirade of expletives at the unfortunate driver who’s lack of knowledge of the Italian language made him stare at the Count in amazement.This hullabaloo awakened everyone on the estate including the

Incurring the wrath of the rabble after dispatching the Count.

Down but not out.

         

From Roger to Justin.

Meanwhile Justin Caine had left the protection of his Bentley and charged towards the beleaguered gamekeeper taking a snapshot from his newly produced pistol and doing away with one of the bad guys in the process.Tammy herself had dived towards her Cobra which had been handily parked at the front door of the mansion ready for a quick departure should the need arise.Using the remote control carefully hidden about her body she unlocked the car and grabbed her weapon from its secret compartment and crouched behind her bulletproof car and began to trade shots with Herr O’Brien’s approaching gunmen.

Loubey Lou fending them off.

But goes down from a Count Pille shot only to be dispatched himself by Peggy.

“Booyah!”

             Granny paused from taking shots at the peasants in the wood when she heard the sound of approaching gunfire and with her Purdey at the ready she moved as fast as her senior legs would take her but not as fast as when she escaped from the Boche after waylaying Mata Hari in a drinking contest.By the time she had come into pistol range she had offed one of Herr O’Brien’s ruffians -fur hat and

Straight from the hunt.

       Roger the Gamekeeper was holding his own as the secret police were having an off day shot wise but obviously thought that one shot would count.Bang!Down went another thug and the Swalbardian police were rapidly diminishing.Justin Caine had arrived to either help or compare notes about mother and daughter Thighs.No sooner had Caine arrived when Roger went down from a lucky shot.Poor guy although he had taken three bad guys with him.This left Justin Caine to take on the remaining four.He took one out(and not for dinner)before succumbing to a lucky shot from one of the remaining gunmen.

Bag guys going for a shot before getting trampled.

               Tammy,after retrieving her gun,picked up the suitcase and headed into the relative safety of the stately home accompanied by Puffsnort the butler.Once she had reached safety she read the telegram which had been sent by her sister Sammy informing her that she had received information about the whereabouts of their estranged father who had disappeared years before whilst in the secret service of her majesty and that Tammy had to fly immediately to Freetown in Sierra Leone tout suite.Tammy showed the telegram to her mother Peggy who whilst startled  to receive news about her husband as she was led to believe he had perished on assignment told Tammy that she had to drive immediately to Buggerorf airfield where she should fly using The “Gos” to Freetown and find her sister.

Bummer-blown engine.

             Granny moved up behind a pile of logs in order to lend support to Loubey Lou who had been trading shots with the remainder of Herr O’Brien’s minions who had ducked en masse behind an MG.Loubey Lou was hoping her precious Dodge Challenger wasn’t going to get peppered by gunshots as she was hoping to drive to Gstaad for both the skiing and inevitable apres-ski.Count Pille arrived to his cowering minions and after remonstrating with them in Italian which went down well as none of them could speak Italian took aim at Loubey Lou and proceeded to nail her with one shot.Bang goes the skiing holiday.Peggy dashed out of the mansion front door,took cover and gained revenge by cruelly taking out Count Pille with one shot before he could even mutter Mama Mia.Once again he missed the shark tank.This gave Tammy the opportunity to dash for her car and head for the aerodrome.She was distracted by the sound of granny going down to a sneaky shot from one of Herr O’Brien’s diminishing minions.Poor granny.

Trampled under foot.

         Peggy immediately turned round to witness the victors of the struggle against Justin slowly making their way towards his Bentley not knowing that Flossie was lying in wait ready to launch a plant pot at them but just as she was about to let fly Peggy took out one of the encroaching bad guys and the remaining minions with their best Swalbardian utterances legged it back towards the icy

   

Granny before going down.

 No sooner had Tammy reached and started her car,the sound of hunting horns were heard announcing the arrival of the cavalry-well three riders from the local Boxing Day hunt suitably fortified by sherry from the stirrup cup.They arrived in time to waylay the remaining O’Brien minions. The only problem was that they had got off a parting shot which blew the engine of the Cobra bringing it to a standstill.So much for the sel-defence mechanisms.

          Tammy survived and after making sure there were no serious casualties,got dressed into something more comfortable and made her way to Buggerorf airfield to continue her journey and her adventure on the Dark Continent-but did she make it to Buggerorf airfield-watch this space!

         To Be Continued!

   This has been a Garvald Film Studio Production.

  

    

    

       

     

   

   

      

   

       

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!