United Nations of Earth vs. Coalition Of Planets - A Brikwar . A battle between John Moffat, Ian MacDonald, and Evan MacDonald. (no relation) . As you may know, ever two months or so Ian, Evan and I have a Brikwar. This gives us a chance to drink pop, eat candy, and blow stuff up. Anyway, the last few times we've had a war, something has gone wrong with either the camera or the computer. Not this time! This is the 4th time I've tried to upload this sucker, and it finally worked! Anyway, I would like to apologize for the blurriness of the pictures, as A) my camera has a slow shutter and B) it's a pain to focus. Anyway, here we go...
Here's the overall set-up at the beginning. All of our forces were carefully set up in no particular order in part of Ian's basement.
The objective: To capture and hold this bridge.
Most of the UNE forces. Some are cut-off at the top of the picture.
The C.O.P. side, with C.O.P., WWII military, and random stuff.
My AM-100 and the original walker wade across the river.
C.O.P. forces move (on)to the bridge.
My HT-120 makes its way across the river to cause some trouble.
UNE forces head onto the bridge. Beige tank courtesy of my little brother Nigel.
The '120 scores a hit on Evans cannon, setting off some shells and leaving a dying torso to crawl around for a bit.
The LV-110 survives a couple hits and takes down one of Ian's walkers.
The two sides move closer together as my tanks take aim at new targets.
Evan's AA tank makes quick work of the MF-100 Thunderbird. It smashed into the ground in a lovely debris trail.
The AM-100 desecrates the sacred lair of the camo-troll. It moves in for the kill...
...And is promptly drowned by the walker.
Evan's cannoneers on the right just out of the picture take offense and blow it's legs off.
I'm afraid I forgot what killed this walker. Ian, if you're reading this, can you remind me. Anyway, It was just about to torch some guys on the bridge when it bit it.
Some fancy maneuvering as more C.O.P. flood onto the bridge. Also, remember those bubbles. I'll come back to them.
Yet another dead walker.
A quarter ton of uranium slams into the Russian jeep...
...While a missile pod makes two machine gunners very unhappy.
A couple lightning bolts from the Archangel's tesla cannons pop the heads of a C.O.P. squad.
The ISA-100 Tick drops a bomb or two into the hideout of Evan's guy holding a Panzerschrek (I know I probably spelled that wrong). He is blown out the window and drowns under the weight of his pack.
By a completely random roll of the dice, Ian's drop pod lands perfectly on the house.
Another walker gets owned as the Archangel offloads some troops. I'm not sure what Ian was doing there...
Ian's drop pod attracts the attention of the HCF-130 Harbinger, on a stand for ease of movement.
Evan's green clone jets up to the Tick, kills the pilots in their seats, and jets back to safety.
Ian's strong Nazi achieves a "heroic feat" and chucks my tank into the water. Things go downhill from there. (for me anyway)
Ian's flying wing bears down on the Archangel.
A better picture of the same thing.
The drop ship plummets as an engine flies off, waiting for revenge.
The doors blow off of the drop pod and the mech opens fire. Ouch...
The troops from the Archangel massacre a squad of Nazis. Then they go to sleep, as it's a pain to stand them up in all that rubble.
The engine gets it's vengeance on Evan's clone.
Ian's (insert German name I forget here) tank shunts my hardsuite off the bridge. Ian, when you read this, correct all of my mistakes please.
The cola tower grows!
My HCF-110 gets shot up by the __________.
I believe it was my Harbinger that killed this, Ian?
Some German paratroopers dropped from Evan's cargo plane mess it up with some droids. Bad idea...Or maybe I attacked them. Whatever.
The droids board a rail car and take place in the most epic game of chicken ever witnessed by mankind.
The troll calls "chicken".
Drive me closer, I want to hit them with my sword. If only this picture wasn't so blurry.