One of our three Scotts club brought over his miniatures and his terrain and we tried a game scenario involving the British trying to get supplies through a dangerous stretch of hills to their fort. Scott actually backed off on the number of baddies in the hills awaiting the redcoats, and we still got slaughtered.
"I say, scout those hills."
"Terribly hot out here, old boy."
Gunfire from the hills
"It's a trap!"-RIP Admiral Akbar
Meanwhile at fort Yoplait