Film: GAME OVER

Sadly, Bill Paxton has died at the rather young age of 61.

You’d have had to be hiding under a rock to have not seen him in Aliens, Predator 2 and several other films of merit.

And for Wargamers everywhere, when have we not silently thought half way through a game lines along these:-

Private Hudson: [after the drop ship crash] Well, that’s great. That’s just fuckin’ great, man! Now what the fuck are we supposed to do? We’re in some real pretty shit now, man!
Corporal Hicks: [grabs him by the shirt] Are you finished?
Newt: I guess we’re not gonna be leaving now, right?
Ripley: I’m sorry, Newt.
Newt: You don’t have to be sorry. It wasn’t your fault.
Private Hudson: That’s it, man. Game over, man. Game over! What the fuck are we gonna do now? What are we gonna do?
Burke: Maybe we can build a fire, sing a couple of songs, huh? Why don’t we try that?
Newt: We’d better get back ’cause it’ll be dark soon and they mostly come at night. Mostly.

When it usually starts out like this:

[during the drop to LV-426]
Private Hudson: I’m ready, man, check it out. I am the ultimate badass! State of the badass art! You do not wanna fuck with me. Check it out! Hey Ripley, don’t worry. Me and my squad of ultimate badasses will protect you! Check it out! Independently targeting particle beam phalanx. Vwap! Fry half a city with this puppy. We got tactical smart missiles, phased plasma pulse rifles, RPGs, we got sonic electronic ball breakers! We got nukes, we got knives, sharp sticks…

And yes, my second game on Friday did mirror this experience.

RIP