For all that I wrote up and posted the final turn of the Hel Fenn battle report today, it is now the better part of 2 weeks since the game itself was played. During this time I had a number of people regularly querying where I was at with the report. One of these people was Owen the Puddingwrestler (from over at Terrain for Hippos). I think I must have snapped at him at some point about giving me time to get it ready, because he took it upon himself to write the following piece for me, to help explain why it is that these things take a little while to prepare. If you're a little baffled by the hippo references, head over to his blog and all will become clear. Or infinitely more confusing, depending upon your state of mind...
Writing a Battle Report
A lone hooded figure sits crouched over
the dim light of a laptop screen in the dead of night; completely
still save for the fearful flickering of his fingers over the
keyboard. Occasionally he lets out an insane giggle. He is watched by
a silent mass of small, grey hippos, all waving banners bearing
messages of support. Every now and again, a woman will come over and
place a supportive paw on his arm or offer him a glass of Coke. A
child is pushing a Thomas the Tank Engine around his feet. Outside,
fiends and wild creatures howl and batter at the windows, demanding
that the manuscript is completed at once. The figure types on, doing
his best to blot out the gibbering of the creatures outside.
He is Greg the Hoodling, and he is
completing a battle report.
While the teeming hordes who read The
Hoodling’s Hole may only devote half an hour or so to reading a
battle report, for Greg and his crew, it is a much more time
consuming task, and not one to be undertaken lightly.
A battle report usually starts as a mad
gleam in Greg’s eye. This is often followed by extensive
conversations over MSN with his associates, which tends to culminate
in a Hippo egging him on, but trying to avoid playing in the actual
game by pleading incompetence as a general.
Eventually, a date is decided, and army
lists drawn up. For a really special battle report (like Hel Fenn or
the fabled Battle of the Gates of Kislev), scenarios are developed,
terrain built, and logistical problems solved. While a small report
usually only involves two players and a scribe/photographer, Hel Fenn
required six players, two scribes, and the combined armies of at
least six people (not all of whom actually played in the game!)
When the great day arrives, it is time
to play the game. But this is no ordinary game, this is a battle
report! Notes must be written! Photographs taken! Huge quantities of
Coke drunk and junk food eaten!
Notes are taken by a designated scribe
during the game. The scribe must pay close attention to the game in
order to get everything down, and must type at lightning speed for
fear of being left behind. For the battle of Hel Fenn, two scribes
were employed – one typed the results and collected them for the
right flank, while the other took notes on the left flank, which were
added to the typed notes at the end of each turn.
While a normal battle flows from turn
to turn quite smoothly, there is always a break between battle report
turns for the taking of photographs and the updating of notes.
Photographs of details of the game are often taken during play, but
each turn ends with a general over-view photograph to assist the
making of maps for the report. This is taken from the end of the
table – sometimes from both ends!
When finally the battle is complete,
the work is not yet done. Not only are top-down photos taken of each
terrain piece so they can be used to make the battle maps, but the
huge task of collating and writing has not even begun!
Photographs are taken constantly during
battle reports. Not all of them will be used, and they must be
sorted. The Battle of Hel Fenn generated some 700 photographs (there
were five different photographers!) and these had to be sorted for
duplicates, blurred photos, or just plain boring shots, which could
not be used. This task usually falls upon Greg’s shoulders since he
will be writing the report.
Speaking of writing the report… that
massive task is now underway. The notes must be converted into a
reasonably readable report (or if they’ve been taken by a Hippo,
left as they are and published to the great amusement of the public!)
and as often as not, colour text written for before and after the
battle. Generals must write explanations of their army selections and
their plans, followed by excuses for their failures after the report.
And the report itself must be written, and epic task involving many
thousands of words (over 17,000 in fact). This
must be checked, proof read, and checked again before publishing, or
certain pedantic members of the Hampton Games Club, not to mention
the great unwashed masses of the wargaming public will complain.
And what of the
battle maps? These too must be created. Fortunately, software exists
to make this a somewhat speedier process, but the photographs and
notes must be consulted for each turn to ensure accuracy.
At last, the work is complete. The
hooded figure clicks the ‘Publish’ button and the report appears
on The Hoodling’s Hole. He takes a celebratory sip of flat coke.
Thomas the Tank Engine is driven past. The massed hippos rise in a
standing ovation. And the fiendish apparitions attempting to break
through the windows say “About time. What took so bloody long?”
Of course, lest you should think that it was all nagging and no support, allow me to share with you the message of encouragement that Owen sent me during my labours.
Never let it be said that I felt there was a lack of support from hippos everywhere.
ARG! I've just noticed the 'G' has gone missing from the 'Greg Roolz' banner! Now some guy called Reg is getting all the support! Curses!
ReplyDeleteReg Roolz does have a certain ring to it...
DeleteAye, but who is this 'Reg' and why is he stealing your thunder?
DeleteBeware the pedntic clubmates!
ReplyDeleteDamnit!
DeleteHAHAHA!!
DeleteOh, the irony. You fail at pedantry, Drew... :P
I am glad he teaches numerical subjects...
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