Gulf Strike: Crusade in the East

Golfe Strike Anon.

The Prologue, 

 wherein our pilgrims are introduced and described by the author, Geoffrey Grocer.

Whan that July with his plagues is ceased,

And freedoms come to Dyrholm's Streats,

Than turneth every head in like,

And thoughts of ye faveroute Game, Gulf Strike.

Yea Table Ee had gathered roond

All agreed on yea meeting Zoom

That the Strike would fall with no rendition

To conquer the Este with ye second edition.

(Once again I point out to the third edition clique that the 6th amendment sheet only refers to 2nd edition, and was written for my Saddam Special.  Blame the Eastern coalition not me, and note that the chit swap rule has been left in play, as has McGurk's interdiction.  No complaints, it was poor dice and you all know what I'm on about)

The Proposer oour General, leader of the hooste,

Had claimed to game the Strike the most,

Poor with ye dice, but yet no foole,

He wore the haircut of Hartlepool.

Yea "To Strike the Gulf, we March for miles."

And he owns a collection of pound shop tiles.

A Doctour there was, sharp and slight,

His luck at dice was just pure shite,

A glint of madness in his eye

Unpainted Hittites by his side,

A keen Gulf striker without sedition,

But a man who yearned for that third edition.

A Captaine also joined the quest,

A crusader out to Strike the Este,

Known as lucky, but a careful measurer,

Also held our post of treasurer,

Enjoyed to rout the foe in game

But no persone among us thought him sane.

A Cestrian Bishope who once was fatte,

Of noiseome bowwel, a huge Expatt,

Privation and too much of sinne

Had made him waste away to thinne

He wished to Strike the Gulfe for Godde,

And Table Ee consider him odde.

And now Eastward we turn our thoughts

A pair of Saladam impersonators 

One a Scotchmon, a fellowe keen,

His brushwork was something to be seen ,

But alas when it came to roll the odds

His dice they followed not the gods,

In fact you could shout it to the skies,

The man rolled nothing but snake eyes.

And the Lord of the Cakes last not least,

Leading the forces of the East

Ginger slyces, fruit loaf, chocolote

The Bostons bully him and scoff the lot.

Migs or foxbats, flogger, hinds,

We do not know what we shall find,

In 3mm upon the tabletop

The Prologue is donne, Eye better stop.✋

With new rules in force we have carefully allocated places around the Gulf Strike map.  We are grateful to everyone who has built the forces for the game, its been long in the planning.  

The Western forces are very much at the mercy of the Lords of the East in this.  We know that we will face the Western Crusade in the desert scenarios, (Not Desert Storm as I understand) but given the utilitarian multi use nature of the Eastern forces its unclear which specific scenarios we will face.  The Eastern Lords will provide the map, and miniatures for their forces.  The rest of us are the decadent westerners bringing them civilisation and stealing the oil.

The first game back will be a refresher.  Given the difficult nature of the rules (and our 6 phases of amendments) can I ask for everyone to be match ready. 😉 

Any onlookers or bystanders will have to be asked to leave given current restrictions and the state of my nerves.

The planning meeting will be held in the pub after game one.

Saddam false moustaches are mandatory, wear it or leave the Gulf.

Be there or fingers will be pointed.