Diamond Annie and the Barrel of Plenty.

[Silbuster]

It was said to be a barrel of plenty. Plenty of what we weren’t too sure. But we wanted plenty of it, whatever it was. Particularly as Lestrade was hors to wotsit after our last little discussion and there were no more obstacles in our way… Or were there? As we strolled down the Old Kent Road towards our destiny with extreme wealth, there appeared to be a fly in the ointment in the shape of Major Mistake. Sitting there; oozing confidence behind a captured Martian heat ray. Well, we had a secret weapon of our own. The  Zone of Splob. Or something like that. It’s one of Crazy Mary’s new tricks. She may be several halfpennies short of the full shilling but anyways up, this was magic. A click of the fingers and an instant pea souper. As if it had gone all smoky like. The military could probably do with something like this. If it had the brains.

Tentpole Trish’s skirts went up in flames but then the fog of war came down and we charged down with it. Bullets whizzed over our heads but the only real danger was their sniper and I snipped her. As Trish beat at her bodice (she’s a game gel, that one), most of the rest charged past the barrel of plenty and on into the black ranks. That certainly surprised them! They’d been expecting us to stop and gather it up but that was the job of the girls at the back!. Quick as a flash, Captain Catastrophe charged our flank with her crew in a desperate attempt to claw it back.

No chance! A savage cat fight blocked their main force from intervening. Miss Acid, Miss Blue and Miss “Pin your Ears Back” took a tumble but it wasn’t one-sided. Which is more than can be said for Catastrophe’s crew who were given a right royal kicking as the barrel was borne back towards friendly lines through the mystic murk. A classic victory of brains over brawn! Hang on! Which git at the back said that it certainly wasn’t a victory of beauty? Come ‘ere, you ‘orrible little toerag!

Not Diamond Annie,
Never heard of her.
And neither have you.

I’d have to say that with 350 points, the game options open considerably. You have a lot more flexibility in your tactics.

The barrel of plenty. It takes two people to carry the barrel of plenty even if one is a strongman. They cannot run or move more than 5”. Level 1 terrain counts as level 2, level 2 as level 3 .Level 3 terrain may not be entered.

Winning:
2 points for each soldier taken out.
5 points for each leader taken out.
At the end of the game, measure the distance from the company’s entry point to the nearest point on the barrel of plenty. Subtract that number from 40 to get your score.