Returning to wargaming with 15mm Five Parsecs

 Guess who is ostensibly back after what, three? Four? Years of not posting on here. A lot changed. I got super busy volunteering with a wargames store locally and even moved house. Said store is now closed while pending a hopeful move to a new location, and my new apartment has a good bit more floor space, which means hopefully more games. Specifically: Solo wargames! 

I've already tried my hand at several solo journaling style RPGs, but next to try is my hand at Five Parsecs From Home. So, I've picked up a new table, sized it out to see what kind of space and terrain I'm working with (specifically in 15mm) and rolled up a crew.

I'll be working in 15mm for two reasons. One; I'm still unemployed so 15mm is as ever a nice economic solution with still a lot of character (and I have a good few minis in that scale already). Two; while I could fit a 3 foot by 3 foot table in my space, it would be a LITTLE too big to keep set up comfortably, and a 2x2 board feels a lot less "zoomed in" for my taste.






The urban boards are actually some 12"x12" flat artist canvas I got off ebay like, 10 years ago and painted around the same time for I think 6mm. I'm debating widening the roads to make them a better fit for 15mm, but will see how it feels as I go. I have another done already, and 5 more blank ones....somewhere.

The buildings are a mixture of some ancient Mad Mecha Guy stuff (God I miss his terrain) and some some various bits I'm  holding on to from the store. I think I could do with some more scatter/cover, crates and maybe some small cars but I think I have "Urban Industrial" pretty much covered. I do have some trees and other bits for more natural planets/ fantasy vibe but for now, this will do.

The minis are again things I've been picking up across the last 10-15 years, some never having seen paint while others have been stripped and repainted many, many times. Maybe THIS time will be their "Forever Paintjob"... Maybe.

Anyway, next post will be crew set up and prepping what I'll need for Campaign Turn 1 of Five Parsecs.


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