Sons of Mars Wargames

  The Teams Furius Wanke, Scuderia Rosso, the Reds Gauis Gropius, the True Blues Titus Minimus Anus, the Silver Arrows Sinister Dickus, the Yellow Canaries Mavis Marius, the Black Gladius Lucius Odious, the White Virgins Rufus Vicious  the Brown heels Maximus Anxious, the Green Machine Reserve Drivers Albus Malicious Remus Tedious Today's track And a side view to pat myself on the back Lights out!  The Scuderia Red's make a surge. The Red's lose control and careen towards the wall as Yellow gets the advantage with a surge ahead.  Black meanwhile scatters caltrops! With Red in the wall an angry mob comes onto the track.  It's the tifosi and they are not happy. Meanwhile the Silver Arrows throw caltrops under the hooves of White. Blue spins out causing Black and brown to ski to a halt. The end game Lucius Odious, the White Virgins, our hero of the day!

  Ooh er Missus,  Greetings and felicitations, allow me to introduce myself, Dubious, slave to Ludus owner Biggus Brutus and first class gossip on the doings of the Ludus.  Today I shall enlighten you on the festival of the Divine. The Prologue The Ludus is properly owned by Senator Dubious Figulous, silly old fool, but Biggus, my direct Boss is keen on keeping mum about that.  The Senator wanted to honour the festival of the Divine, something none of us had ever heard of.  Apparently a prayer to her will give one auspicious potency in the bed rolling Department. Brutus is of course also keen on the old gods.  We keep a virgin or two about the Ludus at all times.  He even donates the odd sesterce to the poor.  Ozzy, our Primus, is getting on a bit, oh no, don't, deaf as a post that one and as a backup last year we recruited fat Lemmy, bit of a headbanger, and Dio, bit of a screamer.  The festival will be a grudge match against the local ...