Quick Sherman Commander review

As Sherman Commander releases tomorrow, has had almost no attention on THC, and has done a grand job of enhancing my evenings this week, I reckon it deserves Cornering, sabbatical or no sabbatical.

As Sherman Commander releases tomorrow, has had almost no attention on THC, and has done a grand job of enhancing my evenings this week, I reckon it deserves Cornering, sabbatical or no sabbatical.

When the clock froze at the end of Turn 31, Captain Hood was in deep trouble. Alone, short of ammo, and battling – at close range – a remarkably feisty/deadly two-man platoon HQ, his chances of surviving Turn 32 seemed slim. Read on to find out if Robin perishes among the pine needles, or is saved by a frantic pincer attack mounted by Sergeant Venison and Corporal Moorehead.

Missing the Friday Foxers? I’ve got just the thing. The first tangible product of my six-month sabbatical is Romanesque, a puzzle game inspired by the hive foxers that have been confounding Cornerites for years.

If the Bogen bouncers finish this 35-turn scenario in possession of the castle, the village, and the bridges, then they will have ample reason to celebrate. However, if the situation in the woods south-east of the castle doesn’t improve PDQ, those celebrations may be somewhat muted.

In WEGO Combat Mission sometimes you need to watch a turn replay several times in order to catch every incident and nuance. Turn 30 was one of those turns. Unexpected encounters, narrow escapes, KOed vehicles, ricochets, near misses, routs, casualties… the following report has a bit of everything.

A wargame I branded “insightful, innovative, and intense” in April, 2025, gains its first adjunct next week. If you’d like to acquire said adjunct without disturbing wallet moths, this competition is for you.

Blimey, that was a bloody turn. By my count, thirteen CMBO turnip-heads either perished or suffered debilitating injuries during the twenty-ninth minute of Bounce the Bogen.

Roman came up with theme for the following vowel-free brainteaser while eating a bowl of venison bolognese in front of the Winter Olympics. One of these bits of background information is irrelevant, the other – as you’re about to discover – is not.