Mad Lemmey's Painting Blog

 Ptepic groaned as the world twisted again. Ptraci rolled her eyes at her brother's inability to deal with time travel. Arbath Ray  looked up from the racing pages, took his wire rimmed glasses off his nose and grinned wryly. "Looks like we are attacking into Myceanean territory, anyone busy for the next few hours?" Youbastard the Camel looked at the scene, and calculated the odds. Being the greatest mathematician had its advantages, but at least he knew with his plan and calculations, it would end better than their last encounter, if only the humans would listen to him...  Mark and I agreed a rematch, Biblical armies a go-go. Both lists remained unchanged, could I turn the drubbing I took last time ? In the heat of an early September Leighton Buzzard heatwave, we deployed again. Along with a strategic intercept, I also out scouted Mark by 30%. Mark tried to take the table as plains, I tried convincing him I didn't need that, as I knew what happened on the plains afte...

 As the light from a distant pyramid flared, Arbath Ray looked down at the slumbering form that had appeared at his feet. "Uuurh... can I have two klatchian hots, and an onion bhaji" the recumbent form of Ptepic XVIII, former Pharaoh of Djelibeybi. "Reality twisted again?" The black clad temple guard leader looked down at the also black clad assassin, "I can offer you a curried goat?" Pteppic say up, rubbing his head and looking round. "When? Where? Oh, you know old friend, the usual questions..." "Ptraci is is here too, and that camel." The guard leader smiled, "It looks like our old enemy the Myceneans are back, trying to take out lands," he waved a hand towards a branch of the delta, a strange blue box rested on a hill, "and they've brought guests!" "Well, I hope it goes better than last time, they 0-15ed us!" Pteppic shrugged. "Not sure that one is in the annals." Abath Ray laughed, "...

 "Urgh!" Pteppic groaned The ground shifted, the sun rose and set at the same time, and the stars span across the sky. "I hate that bit too..." "Where are we now?" "Looks like we are on the plains of the Delta, as there is no terrain anywhere!" Arbath Ray shaded his eyes from the rising sun, no shade in the heat of Egyptian sun would make for a hard day's fighting, hopefully they could find shelter later. Across the plains, the shadows stretched long, and the enemy cast mighty ones. "Oh great, Mycenians!" Day two dawned at Ascot Racecourse, and on the sixth floor, I was still in shock of beating... Oh all right, I'll get on with it! The drawer came up and I was facing Lance on the top table. 'Nose bleed territory!' Lance and I have fought on many occasions now, and often it ends in a complete drubbing for one of us. There are never half-measures, and it is always a great game. He had brought Mycenians and Minoan Greek...