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Master at Arms
My sons and I are in the middle of a game of Axis and Allies, Global. If you're not familiar, it's a board game that simulates different campaigns, etc. This edition is the entire WWII map starting in 1940 on a 6 foot board.
About a week into the game I had a good squeeze on Germany: the Luftwaffe was decimated, only one lone Uboat was left hiding in the Med, Russia was pushing into Poland, the UK had cleared the channel, landed in Belgium and I painstakingly moved enough US material to Morroco and Gilbraltor to stage an invasion of Northern Italy. My son had 5 Panzer divisions sitting there in defense and I was invading with 7 divisions each of armor and infantry after a heavy bombing run and naval bombardment. Sounds like a lot, but whatever landed would need to survive both a German and Italian counterstrike to hold the factory so I could build on the next turn or the invasion would probably fail.
I killed off his Panzers, he was rolling in defense and on the last roll (he needed a three or less), our Lab pup jumped up and grabbed the die. After a 5 minute chase, by the time we caught him, he swallowed it. We were leaving for a short vacation the next day, so agreed if anyone saw the result during a walk, they'd be honest about it. We had a couple of laughs about the possible scene any onlooker would see as we followed the dog, rooting for a good outcome, but in reality, we forgot about it.
Two days after we got back, I'm woken at 4 AM to the sound of the dog wretching, only to find a perfectly clean die sitting in the middle of the floor...
...A SIX!
About a week into the game I had a good squeeze on Germany: the Luftwaffe was decimated, only one lone Uboat was left hiding in the Med, Russia was pushing into Poland, the UK had cleared the channel, landed in Belgium and I painstakingly moved enough US material to Morroco and Gilbraltor to stage an invasion of Northern Italy. My son had 5 Panzer divisions sitting there in defense and I was invading with 7 divisions each of armor and infantry after a heavy bombing run and naval bombardment. Sounds like a lot, but whatever landed would need to survive both a German and Italian counterstrike to hold the factory so I could build on the next turn or the invasion would probably fail.
I killed off his Panzers, he was rolling in defense and on the last roll (he needed a three or less), our Lab pup jumped up and grabbed the die. After a 5 minute chase, by the time we caught him, he swallowed it. We were leaving for a short vacation the next day, so agreed if anyone saw the result during a walk, they'd be honest about it. We had a couple of laughs about the possible scene any onlooker would see as we followed the dog, rooting for a good outcome, but in reality, we forgot about it.
Two days after we got back, I'm woken at 4 AM to the sound of the dog wretching, only to find a perfectly clean die sitting in the middle of the floor...
...A SIX!
