The Loose Association of Wargamers

I have no idea who's side I'm on.
I have no idea what I'm doing.
All I know is I must kill.

Smells like infidel in here.

I absolutely do not need any more Napoleonic Turks.
So... yeah, obviously I'll have 'em.

Small green salad with a low-fat dressing for me, thanks.

Randall literally caught the fucker.
Twice, if we're being specific. That's quality hunting right there.

Peanut the capybara was the star of the show and everyone knows it.

Oh, here we go...

Everybody wants to get freaky 'til the Cushing-McClure Patent Subterranean Locomotive pentrates their rear area and disgorges its payload.

The stated intention to Keep It Vanilla was well-advised.

Just blame me. I'm good for plausible deniability.

I felt this thread calling to me through a gin-addled haze...

Well thanks for that.
The image of Dr Singh splashing about in a foetid prehistoric swamp with his pants round his ankles, ramming himself uncontrollably into a partially digested pile of steaming body parts.