The boy was the last survivor of a family who had died in the Great plague, and being 8 years old he was eligible for enlistment in the army of team Johnson, one of the top players in the game.

War

 Upon entering the academy he was given the designation JDavid186 of the David mechanized division, Johnson army. For the next seven  years 186 moved rapidly up the ranks, becoming company commander at twelve and division head by age fourteen. A tactical genius in training, he was a natural leader.

 

 The game was a traditional table top setup measuring twenty four by thirty two feet across and had many landscape features in which to fight great battles in miniature. People spent thousands on the best trained troops and forces, all in an epic battle for fun. Every Sunday they would join to plot, drink and battle. 

Battle table

 

 Until now 186’s division had had a rough fight and 2 battles to claim with almost no losses, but the owner was so happy with them he had them painted in Space Marine livery, and they were quite pleased with their new status. Being the monied sort they were given new trained infantry squads and 186 was glad to have them, they needed some cannon fodder. They were given orders to train with a six month timeline so it was game on for them all.

Marines in Spaaaaace!

The David Mechanized Division

The Game

McArron:I hope you are ready, good sir, aerial bombardment awaits you all.

Johnson: Nevermind that, my Davids are the best on the field, shall we dance?

McArron: Indeed sir

 The other players stood aghast at the impropriety of overtaking a game, and so they plotted.  A cordon sanitaire was established and they let them fight, poking for advantage and watched the fun,

the popcorn and beer flowed.

 

 186 was having it tough, the bombardment had driven them south into the arms of the Evans’

who drove them back into a pocket between two hills, reinforcements were on the way but when? The north was held by JD180 and the Artillery so it was up to us to break through.

 

McArron: That’s Cheating Sir!

Johnson: Paratroops in your backyard? since when?

McArron: But they are crack troops!

Johnson: why yes they are 

Victory from the sky!

Drop zone!

 

 186 pushed northwest and defeated the McArron army, they were given quarter and a great victory was ours!

I am proud to share a place on the shelf, high up with the Legends, looking down upon my owner.

JD186, War God