Tuesday, 31 January 2012

Reminder Post: Update.

Well one month over and I've still kept my NY resolutions. I played a game this night and will post the batrep later this week. It is a follow up of  the previous one.

Regan & Carter had been investigating 'wierd happenings' in Donkey Drive. They had to fight their way out against an advancing zombie hoard (cf previous batreps). The offices rescued two women, Jim Bob Joe, Hector Jackson an itinerant Hunter and a case of moonshine. Returning to the police station they are met by their formidable Desk Sergeant Al Lynch.

Unknown police sargent[sic]

“Regan, now ye know I’m not averse to the odd tipple. But bloody hell man this report is pure fantasy!” Sergeant Lynch screamed waving Jack Regan’s report.

“Now we got a couple of howling banshees in interview room three,” he paused, momentarily, to glare at Carter, “and Jim Bob Joe in the drunk tank awaiting his suite at the funny farm. What the hell man is going on. Is it the booze, lad? Did you boys have a party up there and the stuff had not been matured long enough?” he paused looking paternally at his officer.

“Bloody zombies, Jack. What do you take me for?”

“You know Sarge, it may not be that far fetched.” This came from Officer Casey the call handler, who was seated in a small recess behind the station desk.

The Sergeant spun around on his swivel chair and shot a glance at Casey that had more danger in it then a slug from a forty-five.

“Oh and ye’d know would ya?”

“It’s not that Sarge, but we have a similar report from Becky Wright. Her husband’s, Archie, well he's gone mad after returning from a hunting trip by the shanty on Donkey Drive.” 

Turning on the black hunter, “Jackson, you know anything about this?”

Hector Jackson just shrugged.

“Who we got attending?”

“Briggs and Louis, Sarge, taken the Penn State vehicle.”

“Oh Jesus help us," prayed Al spinning his eyes to the ceiling.

"Regan you and the boy go and back up them two clowns, and while you’re at it rethink this report and I don’t want to here zombies. OK?”

“Roger that Sarge,” Regan said turning on the balls of his feet and about to walk from the station.

The sound of a clearing throat brought the focus of the two officer’s attention to a six-foot male in a black suit, trilby and carrying silver topped cane, standing just to the right of Officer Regan.

“Sir, if this can wait as you can see I’m somewhat busy at the moment. On your way Jack.”

“I would be grateful if you would remain just a few moments, hmm Jack,” persisted the male.

“And who might you be ordering my officers around?” Al Lynch began to go puce with rage.

“Dreadfully sorry, old chap,” said the suit delving into his inner jacket pocket to produce a badge, “Major Hamilton Square, Bureau of Investigation and this is my assistant Mr. Conway Park,” he indicated to a similar sized black man standing behind him. “I’ve been sent down to look into a suspicious cargo that was shipped here from New York a couple of days ago. But it sounds as if it has already arrived.”

Sergeant Lynch picked up on Hamilton’s English accent, “God help me from the British,” he said.

“As may be Sergeant, as may be. From what I am picking up I believe that there appears to have been some spillage of this cargo and the ramifications are being felt on Donkey Drive.”

“Sir, I have no idea what is happening on Donkey Drive. My man here is reporting the dead walking, I have civilians loosing their minds and two of my most incompetent Constables about to engage in Lord knows what.  My man here is reporting the dead walking, I have civilians loosing their minds and two of my most incompetent Constables about to engage in Lord knows what. You sir, can take your BOI bullshit and ship it to the King of England.”

“I’m sure King George would be grateful, sergeant.” Hamilton changed his tone to that of one addressing a subordinate, “now the pleasantries are over with I need to speak with this officer,” indicating Jack Regan, “now!”

“Major Square, I’m sure that you appreciate the difficulties that I am struggling with. If you would care to ride with Constable Regan, I need him at Donkey Drive, ASAP.”

“Admirable. Constable, shall we go?” Turning to his companion, “Conway, follow us up, I’ve a feeling we’ll need more guns.”  The Major followed Jack Regan and his partner from the station.

“Casey, stick a pot of coffee on this is going to be a long shift,” Sergeant Lynch shot a glance at the ‘liberated’ hooch and shook his head ruefully.

To follow: Domestic Dispute.

Wednesday, 25 January 2012

Posters: Take 2

My lap top is too old and decrepit to upload from 4sync. So I've tried on my lads' one and it seems to work. Let me know if it doesn't and I'll remove it.

Anyway, had some free time after getting sidelined from a purloining mission at work, so I knocked up these. Posters from the 40's through to the 80's. Mostly cinema posters but some glamour for barrack rooms etc.

Tuesday, 24 January 2012

Happy Chinese New Year

Forgot to wish you all Kung Hey Fat Choy!

Some Dragon dancers in the city this weekend, pictures, for your entertainment.

The Dragon Trainer makes the Dragon do tricks.
 All put on by a local Kung Fu School. Hung Gar Kung Fu. (

And we all know the moral of this next picture.

Let sleeping Dragons Lie?

Monday, 23 January 2012

Thoughts on walls.

Well the wall project has moved on to a further Mark IV and V. I think the Mark V will be the one. Those who read my last post thanks for the comments. However, after the warping issue, with the walls, and a visit to my local model shop. I fell on the old modellers staple of 'plasticard'. The Mark IV experiment is going well and I'll see about the warping on the morrow. But I cut the walls too narrow and the doors, won't fit! Hence The Mark V. No pictures as yet.

I called to a friend's office today. In order to rifle through his files and snaffle some lesson plans. Alas he was with a boss, so I was farmed out for an hour. I filled my time creating some posters. I have them on a Word Doc. How would I get them onto a blog to share?

Tuesday, 17 January 2012

Domestic Dispute (scene building, internal)

Well after printing out the floor plans I decided to strengthen them on mounting board which I got for a couple of quid. Did the job admirably.

The World Work Games furniture is coming on nicely. Now for the walls.

This is the Mark III version. The wallpaper is from It a doll's house site but there are all sorts of FREE printables. I supported them in card holders from The Mark I version used pizza base walls but these were too thick, as were the Mark II which were mounting board. The final version (to date) is just heavy paper/cardstock (as per WWG). However I found that there was a warping issue. So I strengthened the card holder runs with wooden stirrers. This did the trick and gave the walls a skirting board.

Showing the holders and the 'skirting board' strengtheners ('Needs a lick of paint luv')

Two sides and enough textures available gives you alternative rooms.

I haven't got 'round to it yet but the walls intend to be 'decorated' with doors & windows from WWG blue tacked to the blanks. Also Jim's Dolls House site has a link to the Chicago Museum of Art, my cardboard buildings are going to be filled with some of the finest art available (haven't worked out how to frame them yet, if I bother). Walling is still a WIP.

Just another room shot.
More furniture, a few more walls and general tidying up should see a passable gaming arena.

All the best one and all.

Domestic Dispute (Further Scene Building, external)

I wanted to get off to a quick start so I elected for a small free model from as the main building a 'General Store' at the edge of the shanty where the rest of the tale will take place.

The supports are toothpicks and the signs are 'word' prints.

A piece of orange bag is the net.  I was going to strengthen the thing with polythene 'pizza bases, but inpatients got the better of me and I only used it for the base. The whole thing needs tidying up a lick of paint and black lining the edges. But you get the idea.

Tuesday, 10 January 2012

Back to the gaming (scene building)

Right epiphany over, decorations away, back on the range in the saddle. Therefore it's now time to get back into the raison d'etre  of this community, Zombie Gaming.

To go along with my NY resolutions, I plan to work through the HAVEN scenarios. The first one being 'Domestic Dispute'. This will give me the opportunity to try out some FISH (Figthing In Someone-elses' House) skills. The figures are good to go so I need the scene.

The flat.
The floor plan is from  (haven't been on the site for a while 'though) a cheap download that allows you to create all sorts of textures. The plans need trimming & mounting, I'm thinking of 'styrene from something like pizza/burger packaging. I'm debating whether to put in walls or not.

    Fixtures and fitings.
The chairs, baths, sinks, etc to be built in the next couple of weeks, to furniture the flat ready for the fray.

Bursting to get started.

Friday, 6 January 2012

Angry Lurker/Anne's quiz: One back at ya.

I Can't resist stuff like this. But who are they all?
1.  What celebrity would you most like to shag and why?

Always my favourite and still fit as @£+%

2.  In the event of a zombie attack, what politician would you be willing to use as a human shield?
Let's face it they'll take bloody days to eat him

3.  Rate the survivability of at least 3 fellow bloggers if they are attacked by zombies.
8/10: He buys and sells zombies
6/10: For multi team work

5/10: he seems to know the zed world

Vampifan & Angry Lurker were too obvious a choice.
4.  If you could reanimate just one dead person from history, who would it be?
For services to world culture

5.  Would you be willing to take this person out to a pub? Why or why not?
Yes. I just hope he'd be as much fun as the 1,000's that followed his example. But I doubt it! Anyone know the World Heritage pub?

6.  In the event of a nuclear holocaust, would you be willing to eat cockroaches to survive?

Whilst in the service of HM I ate this. What do you think? But what is it?

Great fun, give it a go. It was better then being forced to watch Corry by Mrs. PZ.