"Dad, come downstairs I set up a game for us to play"
The other day I entered the den to find this waiting for me. My son had pulled out every miniature and toy he could find to make the most epic battlefield he could imagine. The battle contained an array of all possible scales and genres. Stalwart English men-at-arms stood abreast Fallschirmjaegers, Battlemechs and Dragons. I was trying to figure out what 'rules' we would use when I was forced to remember just how awesome life was when I was younger. To my older self this is a mess of continuity and scale. To my younger self this is insanely awesome. We made up rules, rolled dice and created a narration. In the end joy defeated reason 7-4.
|Undead hordes supported by a Panzer IV ausf. D advance against a Cyclops|
|British and Egyptian tanks, supported by English Pike Militia wait in Ambush behind the wall. Note the elf archers firing from the back of the BTR-152.|
|A mixed force of Roman Auxilia, Battlemechs and Italian armor defend against the oncoming War Mammoth|
|The Roman general and his retinue attempt an amphibious assault against the Desert Rats|
Getting away from philosophical meanderings, we also played a game of CC:Kids recently using some of my Crusader forces. Norman knights defended their camp from Arab raiders. This game saw the advent of the "super unit" 2 units of Heavy knights grouped together with a general model to run roughshod over the battlefield. They roll 8 dice together rather than 5 separately as throwing a fist full of dice is significantly cooler. The Normans won 6-3 when the game was called on account of bed-time.