The wargaming world of Nozza

The wind howls through the dust-choked streets of Lester’s Gulch , rattling loose shutters and rolling tumbleweed past abandoned storefronts. Then, with a wheezing groan, a blue police box materialises in the centre of town. The door swings open. “Wicked!” cries Ace , leaning out into the blazing sun. “Looks like we’re in the Wild West, Professor!” Behind her, the  Seventh Doctor adjusted his hat and peered over her shoulder. “American Wild West, late nineteenth century by the look of it… though something’s not quite right.” Ace grins. “What is it?” The Doctor’s eyes narrow. “What do you notice?” She scans the street again. Her smile fades. “It’s quiet… No gunfire. No horses. No livestock. Not even a piano from the saloon.” “Exactly,” the Doctor replies softly. “Come along, Ace. Let’s take a look around.” Windows are boarded. Doors are barred. The saloon stands silent. Lester’s Gulch is not a town at peace - it’s a town holding its breath. At last, movement. A knot of grim-...

I recently picked up this Warcradle MDF terrain kit from Wayland Games, and after getting it assembled and on the table, I wanted to share some thoughts for anyone considering adding it to their modern or industrial skirmish setups. What’s in the Box? The kit includes a surprisingly generous amount of scenery: 1× Building 1× Shelter 6× Fences 2× Trolleys and Crates 1× Bench 10× Train Tracks Although marketed as suitable for 28mm - 35mm skirmish games set in modern or industrial environments, the proportions suggest it's better suited to the 35mm end of that range - particularly when looking at elements like door height and trolley scale. What I Liked 💷 Great Value Everything shown in the photos came to just £27 including postage, which is excellent considering the volume of scenery you get. 🎨 Pre‑painted (Mostly) The kit arrives pre-painted - more of a basecoat than a finished job, but it gives you a solid head start. If you enjoy detailing or weathering, there’s plenty of scope...

The Wayfinder’s boarding ramp hissed open to admit a whirlwind in oversized goggles and dust-stained academic robes. “Magnificent vessel!” the woman declared, spinning slowly as she took in the cargo bay. “Functional. Rugged. Slightly on fire at the back, oh no, that’s just scoring. Good.” Cap’in blinked. “We prefer ‘experienced.’” The woman beamed and thrust out a gloved hand. “Professor Maysi Dustfellow, Department of Xenobotany, University of Chandrila.” Brains looked up from his datapad. “The University of Chandrila?” Professor Dustfellow nodded proudly. “Yes, yes, very reputable. Peer-reviewed. Occasionally funded.” Jugro muttered, “That last bit worries me.” The professor activated a small holo-projector. A shimmering blue cactus appeared above her palm, its spines glowing faintly. “The Blue Moon Bloom,” she said reverently. “A bioluminescent cactus that flowers once per standard year - only under a full moon. Each blossom lasts mere hours. Each petal contains extraordinary regen...