I wrote back(more or less from memory) after the Western Allies, especially the U.S. having seen the misery and pain and camps, the Nazis had done. That would be the last thing of any sort of Alliance with Germany.
That is why any sort of War of the Worlds Axis and Allies game, would need a small text story...
The 1942 game version, would need a longer version, to show how these Axis and Allies powers came to work together. It could be a few paragraphs to a small booklet...
All Axis and Allied and Neutrals join forces to resists the Aliens. Luckily for Mankind the Nazi Political High Command is already wiped out(including Hitler and his top rats), the Emperor takes control of the government in Japan after dismissing Tojo, Mussolini and the Red Fink Stalin fall into step greedy for American Lend Lease, while U.S. and British Empire help lead a new better version of the United Nations(including all neutral nations), to Victory(or something like that)...
Again it could be a few brief paragraphs, or, a small booklet(if the latter, with pictures in color, of the Minis, especially the Martians).
It is all on one page, so you do not have to click from one page to page two, and so forth. Enjoy, Pellulo
...He sprang to his feet and saw to starboard, and not a hundred yards from their heeling, pitching boat, a vast iron bulk like the blade of a plough tearing through the water, tossing it on either side in huge waves of foam that leaped towards the steamer, flinging her paddles helplessly in the air, and then sucking her deck down almost to the waterline.
A douche of spray blinded my brother for a moment. When his eyes were clear again he saw the monster had passed and was rushing landward. Big iron upperworks rose out of this headlong structure, and from that twin funnels projected and spat a smoking blast shot with fire. It was the torpedo ram, Thunder Child, steaming headlong, coming to the rescue of the threatened shipping.
Keeping his footing on the heaving deck by clutching the bulwarks, my brother looked past this charging leviathan at the Martians again, and he saw the three of them now close together, and standing so far out to sea that their tripod supports were almost entirely submerged. Thus sunken, and seen in remote perspective, they appeared far less formidable than the huge iron bulk in whose wake the steamer was pitching so helplessly. It would seem they were regarding this new antagonist with astonishment.
To their intelligence, it may be, the giant was even such another as themselves. The Thunder Child fired no gun, but simply drove full speed towards them. It was probably her not firing that enabled her to get so near the enemy as she did. They did not know what to make of her. One shell, and they would have sent her to the bottom forthwith with the Heat-Ray.
She was steaming at such a pace that in a minute she seemed halfway between the steamboat and the Martians—a diminishing black bulk against the receding horizontal expanse of the Essex coast.
Suddenly the foremost Martian lowered his tube and discharged a canister of the black gas at the ironclad. It hit her larboard side and glanced off in an inky jet that rolled away to seaward, an unfolding torrent of Black Smoke, from which the ironclad drove clear. To the watchers from the steamer, low in the water and with the sun in their eyes, it seemed as though she were already among the Martians.
They saw the gaunt figures separating and rising out of the water as they retreated shoreward, and one of them raised the camera-like generator of the Heat-Ray. He held it pointing obliquely downward, and a bank of steam sprang from the water at its touch. It must have driven through the iron of the ship’s side like a white-hot iron rod through paper.
A flicker of flame went up through the rising steam, and then the Martian reeled and staggered. In another moment he was cut down, and a great body of water and steam shot high in the air. The guns of the Thunder Child sounded through the reek, going off one after the other, and one shot splashed the water high close by the steamer, ricocheted towards the other flying ships to the north, and smashed a smack to matchwood.
But no one heeded that very much. At the sight of the Martian’s collapse the captain on the bridge yelled inarticulately, and all the crowding passengers on the steamer’s stern shouted together. And then they yelled again. For, surging out beyond the white tumult, drove something long and black, the flames streaming from its middle parts, its ventilators and funnels spouting fire.
She was alive still; the steering gear, it seems, was intact and her engines working. She headed straight for a second Martian, and was within a hundred yards of him when the Heat-Ray came to bear. Then with a violent thud, a blinding flash, her decks, her funnels, leaped upward. The Martian staggered with the violence of her explosion, and in another moment the flaming wreckage, still driving forward with the impetus of its pace, had struck him and crumpled him up like a thing of
cardboard. My brother shouted involuntarily. A boiling tumult of steam hid everything again.
“Two!” yelled the captain.
Everyone was shouting. The whole steamer from end to end rang with frantic cheering that was taken up first by one and then by all in the crowding multitude of ships and boats that was driving out to sea...
From Well’s The War of the Worlds, the Thunder Child would have been obsolete for the 1917 game, but, heavy cruisers, battle cruisers, and, battleships, would have had the range. They would have lobbied shells from miles away, making them harder targets for the Heat Wave to hit. Also being in a Circle W mode, the black poison gas would have little or no effect on them(Well’s should have had a submarine shoot a spread of torpedoes at the escaped Walker). Thanks, Pellulo
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