Medal of Honour

The fog starts to clear from the battlefield. In the dim light you can make out shadowy figures using the cover of hedges and ditches as they slowly creep their way forward.

Doorway by doorway, the remorseless tide of black-clad gamers surrounds your position, accompanied only by a slight rustle of fabric and a remarkable torrent of swearing.

You realise in terror that you cannot hold out. All your friends and the regimental mascot have been either killed or partially eaten. Nothing left but surrender.

You are now in GD occupied territory. Please present your sister to the department of moral correction.

The Gross Dachshund Division has no organised MOH team, but you can probably find most of us occasionally have a knock about. Its a good game, even if a little dated nowadays.