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.
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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.
