The wargaming world of Nozza

Jezza hung up the receiver and leaned against the inside of the phone box, wiping sweat from his brow. He scanned the street - nothing. No shambling corpses, no eerie groans. Just the distant hush of an empty world.   He stepped out cautiously, eyes darting left and right before making his way to the van. Another quick glance for unwanted company, then he climbed inside, pulling the passenger door shut with a firm click.   A voice came from the back of the transit.   "So, what did Del say then?"   It was Hamster, his sharp gaze peering out from beneath a well-worn flat cap.   Jezza exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "He's gutted. Raquel didn’t make it. Came back as one of them." He hesitated. "I didn’t mention Sabine putting her down."   Hamster gave a slow nod, then asked, "And the gun? The petrol?"   Jezza grimaced. "The shotgun you found in the caravan - that was the gun." He let that sink in before continuing....

Jezza spat the grey lump of rubber out of his mouth. Fruit Stripe gum never lasted long on flavour, and after four days of chewing this piece, it tasted like spit and regret. He wiped his mouth and turned his attention to the scene below.   The gang stood at the edge of a steep ridge, staring down at the rusty static caravan surrounded by zombies that shuffled aimlessly in the dirt. Jezza glanced at his companions and let out a resigned sigh.   Rescue missions weren’t their style. Too much risk, not enough reward. But Del Boy had petrol - a precious three gallons - and his best gun. His precious Raquel was down there, somewhere among the undead. Bring her back, and the deal was yours. Turn 1 Jezza turned to the group, his expression tense but determined. "Raquel’s down there," he said, nodding toward the small encampment below. "She’s either in the caravan, the shed, or the Landie. We need to check all three." His voice was low, but the urgency was clear. The others...

Durga Besadii Kalro In the aftermath of Jabba the Hutt’s demise, a power vacuum grips the criminal underworld. Rival syndicates, opportunistic bounty hunters, and ambitious crime lords all vie for control over the remnants of Jabba’s empire. But among them, one figure stands out—a distant cousin of the late gangster, determined to claim what he sees as his rightful place at the top. Durga Besadii Kalro hails from the Besadii kajidic, one of the most powerful Hutt crime families, though he was always considered a distant and lesser member of the clan. Unlike Jabba, who ruled with an iron fist from Tatooine, Durga operated in the shadows, pulling strings on Nar Shaddaa and beyond. For years, he managed smuggling rings, spice trade routes, and illicit gambling dens, carefully amassing wealth and influence while avoiding the spotlight. Now, with Jabba dead, the galaxy is watching to see who will rise—and Durga intends to make sure it’s him. Unlike some of his brutish Hutt relatives, Durga ...

Marketed as Star Entrance Expedition Team Miniatures, these figures were designed by Papsikels and printed by OttsWorkshop via Etsy. Due to a shipping error, the printer mistakenly sent these to me but kindly let me keep them. As shown in the photos, these 28mm miniatures are clearly inspired by SG-1 from Stargate SG-1. Jack O'Neill & Teal'c Carter & Jackson

Marketed as "Space Slug Guards," these 28mm miniatures are BigMrTong designs, 3D printed by MiniaturesBeGone on Etsy. They are inspired by the disguise worn by Lando Calrissian as a skiff guard aboard Jabba’s barge in Return of the Jedi .

Various 28mm alien miniatures from the Ignis Quadrant EC3D range, printed by Micksbits via Etsy. First, a pimp or nightclub bouncer accompanied by an exotic dancer. Next, two exotic waitresses.