Cold Wars usually falls at a very bad time of year for me. I'm either travelling on spring break, or else I'm swamped with a very busy week at work. However, with rumors that this might be the last HMGS convention at the notorious Lancaster Host "Resort," I felt I just had to go this once. I went out for the day on Saturday, and  clearly a lot of people brought their "A" games.
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| The glowing icicles alone were enough to make me consider taking up Frostgrave. | 
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| Double blind: The only way to play Midway | 
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| My son would probably love any game with evil snowmen | 
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| Dealer hall! | 
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| The game I played in: the siege of Carcasonne during the Albigensian Crusade. I was on the side of the  peasants who were due to be butchered (and broiled) should the Crusaders get inside the wall. | 
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| The castle was entirely scratch-built! | 
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| Victor Hiris was our GM and host. He provided a simple but elegant set of rules and kept things fast-paced and fun. | 
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| The peeing boy wound up rendering one of the besiegers' ladders unusable. | 
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| A key move turned out to be keeping a reserve peasant  mob to plug up any holes. They plugged with extreme prejudice. | 
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| Our opponents elected to throw their entire force against the gate, which freed up a lot of our peasants to do the horde/swarm thing. | 
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| The first shot of the trebuchet brought down a corner tower. Stupid cheap construction!  A swarm of knights prepare to go through the breach, one by one, right into the waiting and angry arms of the peasant horde.  It won't end well... | 
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| On the other side, the attackers had some success with non-pee-soaked ladders. | 
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| The horde killed more knights with insanely accurate rocks than cholera and Plague combined. | 
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| The ram proved ineffective, but the scaling parties were able to render the point moot when they opened the gate.  But there were few attackers left to exploit the opening. | 
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| The gate was about to become a dangerous place.  But time was running out, and there was still an inner keep that remained to be cracked. | 
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| Young Frankenstein! | 
 
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