BrikWars

Detailing the efforts of little plastic minifigs throughout time and space as they fight against evil, tryanny and the efforts of oppostion to turn them into burning bits of smelly goo.

A Letter Home

Dear Mom,

Well things on the front aren't going so good. At least that's how I call it when the Commander does a whole lot of screaming and pleading for help before sending us out on these assault-recon-suicide missions. We seem to get a new sarge after each mission. Sometimes we're lucky and we have some part of him left to mail back to his family.

There are moments where things are so peaceful and quite I can forget about the war. I can remember the good old days, before the Clan Wars flaired up. When everything was green, colorful and smelled of fresh wildflower. A stark contrast to the uniform ash-black of everything. And that ever-present smell of burnt plastic. That never come out of your clothes, no matter how much you wash. During those quite moments, I can almost taste Grandma's homemade biscuits. That usually when an ambush happens and we loose another sarge. I really have to stay more focused.

Things aren't always running and screaming (although we do a real lot of that). Why just last month, I got picked for a madatory voluntary transfer to Reactor Disposal. Those guys are always shorthanded. They gave me a funny suit and a Rad-Indicator badge that must have been broken. It was buzzing like crazy from the moment I got off the transport. A few days of moving core components and i was beat. It didn't help that thier food also must have made me sick. I think I threw up for days!

I got back to my unit to find we had a new sarge (surpise, surprise). Actually, the unit had six new sarge's since I left. Almost a record for the month. Remember that guy Billy Waxler I wrote about a month back? He and his squad (and the last sarge) were all vaporized in a skirmish. I think Waxler's family got his thumb.

Command sent us three newbies in his place. Along with some contraption called an Experimental Pulse Device. It had all kinds of warning stickers on it, you know the kind with skulls and crossbones, and Keep Away. Death. This Side Up. Scarey stuff.

The new sarge was yelling at us; telling us we're all stupid and need to keep our distance from it. He must have punched something while shouting at us, because the EPD made an awful noise and the sarge pooped himself right before he puffed out of existance. It was sort of funny, because we didn't know him at all.

If we go through two more sarge's before month end, we'll beat Echo company's record.

Anyway, I can hear the Incoming raid siren, so I should probably go. I keep dreaming about Grandma's biscuits. Could you send me some? And soon. Things aren't going so good.

Love,

Your Son

So, What the Heck is BrikWars?

BrikWars is a miniature combat game that uses plastic building bricks as the basic unit for which building everything to play. Lego brand bricks are typically the building blocks of choice and you'll find many references and images that are pretty much Lego-exclusive. (Lego does not endorse BrikWars in any way, shape or form.) Because it uses building blocks, you a completely free to come up with whatever insane structures, vehicles and weapons you can dream up, thus causing BrikWars to be the penultimate miniture game in existance.

The basic game is just that, a basic game. It allows you to fight at any TekLevel with any weapons and even allows, nee, encourages you come up with your own rules and weapons. It was designed by Mike Rayhawk and some of us think of him as a demi-god for it.

There's a great deal more information on The Official BrikWars Website than can or should be imparted here.

_{ALL WORKS © WAYNE MCCAUL. BRIKWARS © MIKE RAYHAWK.}