We had to build a special table and hang a medical trapese over that table in order to reach the center. I eagerly bought the first copy of Squad Leader and went home and laid it out. That was the last straw. We seem to have come to our senses since that time and rules are much more manageable. We have all grown up and become a bit more mature.
Life is good.
Being in the real estate business, I have a large room in my office building where we occasionally play. Helmets, rifles, shields and swords festooned with dust and spider webs adorn the walls. There is a nice big table and loads of terrain and a fridge handy for drinks and snacks. Rules lawyers and other detestables are enthusiastically escorted to the door and should any of the old-time flamers ever show up we are going to chuck them, head first, into the parking lot. The school library had all these great Victorian books, like a five volume set of Battles of the Nineteenth Century .