(cyber)tanks for the memories...

[jazzfish]

I do not need sixteen pounds of "light" wargame I will never get to play.

Heck, I already own well over sixteen pounds of OTHER "light" wargame I will never get to play.

But... I can put the box up on the top of the gameshelves where they meet at a corner and there's a dead space where things are likely to fall between them and be trapped forever, and it would block that off nicely. And it is an awfully pretty edition.

... I do not need sixteen hundred cubic inches of "light" wargame I will never get to play, not when I already have 2,150 cubic inches of "light" wargame I will never get to play.

ETA: in wholly unrelated news, sticking one's metaphorical pinkie in a metaphorical open flame still produces real burns. At least I know to pull back quickly and not put my entire hand in the fire.

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[mikailborg.livejournal.com]

I had totally talked myself out of that game.

Then like six of my friends said, "Oh hell yeah, we'll play that with you if you get it."

So, we'll see.

[jazzfish]

Jeez, at that point I'd buy it, no question. The biggest lack in my post-Bleaksburg gaming life has been a light-wargaming partner. Not that I had much of one in B'burg, but it went from "seldom" to "never" when I left.