tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985121092777596782.post5307887516014754221..comments2024-03-26T08:09:21.773+01:00Comments on Tiny Tin Men: That awful DBM systemBart Vettershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13113805481100294725noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985121092777596782.post-91998910935108100582005-06-20T13:46:47.000+02:002005-06-20T13:46:47.000+02:00Alan - Glad you enjoyed it. I used to enjoy DBM bu...Alan - Glad you enjoyed it. I used to enjoy DBM but simply cannot keep up with the amendments any more. However my Punic stuff came out the other night to parade for possible employment with Warmaster. Very nice they look too, and no rebasing needed. It looks very well in 15mm so no 10mm ancients needed -for the present.<br>G<br>Graham Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985121092777596782.post-47779602846211022352005-06-20T00:57:10.000+02:002005-06-20T00:57:10.000+02:00Yes, Bart, the good old days when GW was a bachelo...Yes, Bart, the good old days when GW was a bachelor, and we even had a dbm league. Can't remember who won, but I do recall Steve from the Black Country and his amazing capacity for red wine. Taliking of red wine, Graham may also remember the half-full bottle that jumped out of my hand one day and poured itself all over his landlord's nice carpet. It was really quite dramatic.<br>DBM, especially with two armies from the same era remains, in my view, a really excellent game. But in the sense of chess rather than WAB, if you see what I mean. It becomes a puzzle to solve in fact. Some people are put off by the more dubious dbm tactics, but Graham and I have a nice convention. We play in a very gentlepersonly fashion, with no (excessively) nasty tricks until it starts to get dark and the battle is getting tense. Then one of us will shrug, do something mean and say "well, it's that time of night" and the other will nod knowingly and then get into deep thought about how to return the favour. Provided you don't get cross about it, it's actually very amusing. Our game on friday was punctuated with cries of "if only Bart could see that". Alas, I didn't have the camera with me.<br>alannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985121092777596782.post-2275053395479386922005-06-19T23:40:02.000+02:002005-06-19T23:40:02.000+02:00Aha! Now where did I leave the tar and feathers? :...Aha! Now where did I leave the tar and feathers? :)<br>Don't worry about the slinking -- on the one hand, it's futile (_viz_ JP and his taxi driver) and on the other hand, I'd happily play DBM again, if only to honor the many happy Tuesday evenings at Graham's old bachelor pad :)<br>Robarteshttp://www.nirya.be/snv/ttmnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985121092777596782.post-511338115190949682005-06-19T21:20:23.000+02:002005-06-19T21:20:23.000+02:00Too late, returning from a Moscow flight I observe...Too late, returning from a Moscow flight I observed you two reprobates on Ave des Volontaires on your ay to the shady deed. As my taxi driver was in full diatribe about WW2 (...) I opted not to attempt to distract him.<br>I trust the new rules played out well. I may actually join you two in the closet one day to try out my 15s again. For now though, my Sassanid hordes are taking up my painting time.<br>JPnoreply@blogger.com