P P P Pick Up A Penguin

 Date-Whenever.

Place-Somewhere In Antarctica.

      Tonight’s skirmish found us in Antarctica with an another two against two skirmish involving the capture of penguins What could be more historical or maybe hysterical?The opponents tonight were myself and my U-Boat crew partnered with Herr O’ Brien and his Inuits (yes I know we are in the Antarctic).Against our forces for good were El Presidente’s Canucks and Oor Andrew’s American scientists (definitely the worst bed partners).The rules used were 7TV and unusual for El Presidente there was only one woman figure and she got potted.

Meine Junge kommt

 

The flying saucer without the Thing.

       

Polar bears eying up their next meal.

As I said there were penguins involved and they were all scattered about the white playing field ready to be gathered up for some zoo no doubt.So once again when the game kicked off everybody started on their mad rush to feather their nest even although penguins don’t have feathers.

Some Antarctic Native Dancing.

Edge Of The World 

Edge Of The World Part 2.

    Herr O’Brien had never played these rules before and it showed as he was not his usual charge in and kill everybody self especially as El Presidente had seemed to have dumbed down his side not even giving him a leader.My Junge made up for it by heading straight for all the nearby penguins and gathering them up with one of my lads heading for a nearby parked Snow Cat hoping that it would start.

U-Boat Crew.

Penguin Trying To Hitch A Lift.

Ditto.

  My lads started mowing up the penguins hoping to have the game in the hand and were doing well before El Presidente drew a random event card which swapped one of his cronies with one of mein Junge.His character magically appeared in front of one of my matelots and my lad appeared in the midst of 4 of his all with rifles loaded.Mind you it took a fair few shots to polish my lad off.

Penguin Complete With Naughty Armband And Salute.

Herr O’Brien’s Inuits.

Damn Yankees.

Canucks.

     On the other side of the board the yanks as usual were picking on the locals hoping to make them all Americans and also true to form kidnapping all the penguins.If you look closely at El Presidente’s penguins you’ll see that they had already succumbed to the propaganda.Herr O ‘Brien did do away with the only female on the board but found the yanks at their bullying best.

My lad appearing amongst the Canucks.

And the reciprocated Canuck.

Your mine baby!

The Antarctican Polar Bears.

      Since Herr O’Brien didn’t possess any leaders it stalled his advances into the yankee fold resorting to skirmishing in the woods or around the crashed flying saucer that was only there for show and no Thing was going to appear from it-Bah!

Skirmishing around the Saucer.

   

My Commandeered Snow Cat.

 My squad had been depleted with only the snow cat driving around aimlessly remaining until I found that I could resurrect one of my fingers so amidst the cackles from the enemy I drove back to the edge of the board in order to receive another figure.The problem is that it was a little too late as Herr O’Brien’s innocent Inuits were being massacred for not wanting to indulge in the American dream.

Last Stand At The Saucer.

     The final whistle blew and lo and behold this side of the team of goodness had acquired the highest amount of penguins saving them from a future of high tariffs.

       Another great game played in the usual cat calling and accusations but at least the good guys won.

      All figures,scenery and scenario provided by El Presidente.See you all soon with another delve into the Boshin War. I wonder if Billy Connolly will be there this time.

   This has been a Garvald Film Production.