Here we are with a fresh game courtesy of myself and Gargantua.

We've taken the DC and Marvel universes and plopped them in the United States during the Civil War.

Our focus here, as much as to play the game itself, is to see how that world might look with the emergence of superpowers overlapping it. We both plan vivid story posts to get a feel for the time and the characters we choose. How does Oliver Queen work in this era? Hank Pym?

We also will include Generals. Generals can be captured and thus ending a battle. Generals can use leadership but with a twist: with a roll of 5 or 6 we can add an action and also remove an action token from any figure on board.

A few more things. We each get a character who appears in each game, our time traveler. Even if he's koed in game 1, he still appears in full health in game 2. Last game Flyingicarus got Kang Supernova Rookie with protected, I chose Rip Hunter. This game he's upgrading to the CW version while I'm recruiting assistance for Rip in Booster Gold.

Each battle will consist of 800-850 in points from a predrafted group of 2500.

The first game thread may be found here: Antietam

My team for this round:

70 JL014 Green Arrow
53 CR104 Roy Harper
75 DKR102 Catwoman
84 AN0133 Bart Allen
133 OR091 Vandal Savage
60 DKR003 Bruce Wayne
55 DKR013 Alfred Pennyworth
50 AN012 The Atom
99 SM013 Maxwell Lord
59 OR086 Sandman
82 OR008 Robotman
820

Plus
Rip Hunter
E Booster Gold OR

My roll for initiative: 10

“Letter for you,” Bart ran up to Connor Queen and handed him the envelope.

“What is it?” his brother Roy asked looking over his shoulder.

“Gimme a minute. I gotta read it first.” Connor pushed him away.

“Uh oh. If you’ve gotta read, it’s gonna take more’n a minute.”

“Shut up!” Conner snapped.

Roy prepared to needle him further, but he saw his brother’s face change suddenly. “Connor? What is it?”

“It’s...Oh God, Roy. Ma and Pa, and Mia too. They were all at that battle in Antietam. They’re all three...dead.”

“Yankee bastards!” Roy raged, grabbing his bow. “I’ll kill ‘em all!”

“Easy there, son. You’ll have your chance in a few hours.” A pair of officers had been walking by and overheard their conversation.

“Major Wayne? Sorry, sir. I was...” Roy began to apologize.

“No apology is necessary. I heard the news. You boys have my condolences,” the officer told them. “Just watch your anger. Take strength from it, but don’t let it take over completely in the battle.”

“You’re wrong, Major. In battle, you have to give in entirely to the anger and hate. It is the only way to completely dominate your enemies,” the other officer told him as the walked away from the enlisted men on their way to a meeting with General Jackson.

“Do you really believe that, Colonel Savage?”

“Of course. You were born a pampered plantation boy. I’ve been in more battles than you’ve rolled slave girls.” He laughed, a harsh sound. It suited him. Colonel Vandal Savage was a large man, and seemed ready to burst the seams of his uniform. It suited him ill. He looked like he’d be more at home in animal skins, like some caveman. His laughter was cut short as Wayne smacked his across the face with his gloves.

“My honor demands that you retract that statement!” Wayne said.

“You don’t want to go there,” Savage warned him.

“Sir,” Wayne’s previously silent manservant laid a hand on his master’s arm and whispered in his ear. “I have to caution you. You don’t want your...secret coming out.”

“What in damnation is going on here?” General Stonewall Jackson roared. “You two stop it this instant. That’s an order. I will not have my officers engaging in petty duels on the eve of a battle!”

“Yes, sir,” Wayne saluted, grateful for the graceful exit from the situation.

“Now get in my tent. I’ll be in in a moment,”

“This isn’t over, Wayne,” Savage snarled as they both went into the tent.

“That was quite a show,” Al Pratt said to Bart. “But I’ll bet I could take either of ‘em in a fight.” He was a short man, but had arms the size of saplings.

“I’ll bet you could fight ‘em both together! You’ve had enough experience getting into scraps!” Bart laughed, then ran off to his other duties before Al could take offense.

“Gentleman,” General Jackson said entering the tent to address his officers. “May I introduce Rip Hunter?”

“Thank you , general. And this is my associate Michael Carter.”

“And who’s the man in the metal mask?” Savage asked.

“I’m Wesley Dodds. I’ve got an invention that I think may turn the tide. It’s a gun that can shoot a gas that will put people to sleep. We can beat the enemy without killing them.”

Savage laughed. “Put them to sleep? Who are you, the Sandman? Why would we not want to kill them?”

“Colonel Savage, control yourself!” Jackson snapped. “And this is Maxwell Lord.” A dandy in civilian clothes stood up from his spot in the corner, tipping his hat. “He is with military intelligence.”

“And who is the charming lady next to him?” Bruce Wayne asked.

“May I present Miss Selena Kyle?” Max Lord said.

“You certainly may,” Bruce smiled at her. She smiled back flirtatiously.

“If we can get back to business,” Jackson said. “Mr. Hunter has a surprise for us.”

“The Union has been experimenting with modern versions of suits of armor. We’ve gone them one better. An entirely mechanical man, courtesy of Lex Luthor.” He pulled a sheet off of a tall item to reveal a gleaming bronze statue. Then to everyone’s amazement, the statue began to move.