"How Would Your Miniatures View You as a Commander" Topic

We all have fought many battles on the tabletop and led our troops through both victory and defeat.

But just how would they view you as a commander. For example I had several individuals that I have game with in the past. One we ended up calling "Eric the Yellow" even though he had good troops he just would not get struck into battle until they were all line up the way he wanted, which was normally not until the battle was decided. His troops probably like him since they rarely took any casualities. Another would never march his troops into the face of Hvy guns even though it was needed to turn the battle.

Now me on the other hand I probably be viewed as a bloodly butcher. No matter what we are playing my troops would suffer hvy casualities, 50-60%+ is not unheard of. In SYW I would march my troops directly towards the hvy guns and yes the number of casualites were high but I nearly always took the guns and thus turn the battle around for our side.

So yes I my be a uncaring bloodly butcher to my troops and most know that when they are placed on a tabletop they many will not be there at the end of the battle.

They probably would be glad of the low attrition rate!

The charismatic leadership of McClellan, coupled with the compassion of Caligula….

Dom :-)

Like I think of them as Irish, with me being Longshanks.

Well, when I left one of my Army posts several years back, my wargaming lads gave me a luncheon and an appropriate present . . . .

several Minifigs French ambulance sets.

Regards, Bill Gray

ageofeagles.com

My miniatures think of me as being very tall.

They would cry.

As I am a bit of a technician, I expect they would think I was over-gold laden ######## on the staff.

My Napoleonic games have a low casualty rate whilst achieving many objectives – my troops love me!

Mine fall under the category of "Who's THAT guy?".

I'd be hated, respected, and their first choice should they go into battle.

Hated, because they're rounds of ammunition to me.

Respected, because I win.

Their first choice, because I always win, and opponents flee at the mention of my name! MWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!

(cough) Maniacal laughter? What maniacal laughter? ;)

Mine would say… "Look. There is the bloody bastard ready to make us butched again"

… Probably

They would buy me a new set of dice, one with only sixes on them cause I tend to roll a lot of ones ;-)

They'd say "Oh look theres Alexander The Pretty Good"
I think they'd treat with a kind of parental indulgence. Perhaps just pity or disdain. Maybe all of the above.
Sigh.

My veterans or my new troops?

"He Who Does Not Paint Us Fast Enough"

Farstar, I think you win the Best Title award. ;)

Mine would probably say I give them pretty uniforms but not enough grog.

Humane.

They fairly worship me. I can see the love, admiration, and adulation in their eyes. Too bad they're 15s, otherwise I'd paint tears in their eyes to render them as life like as possible when they march past me headed for battle.

Of course a ration of three gallons of Rum, Rye, and 20 year old Scotch each day sure greases the rails.

What does "frag" mean?

"Respect his power. Fear his wrath. He will lead us down the glory roads of Nike or he will drive us to Elysium."

I either win big or lose big. Sort of a cavalry philosophy.

My Napoleonics would loathe me because of my high loss rate and low win %.
My 40k troops would worship the ground I walk on for the opposite.
My fantasy troops would ask me why I can't decide if I fight for good or evil.
My WW2's would wonder if they are ever going to fight.

Well, Awe and dismay come to mind.

Awe in the abiltiy to salvage situations and pull a win.

Dismay in the fact that they may be next into the grinder to stablize the situation or push once more for the goal.

I have been know to sacrafice a division in Fire and Fury (3 units, 25 stands) and loose all (except the command figure)

Like Grant "The Butcher" grind the enemy through attrition because you have more troops on the board.

Most of mine have been sold recently. So, I guess they would think of me as the head of a late 18th century German principality.

"Oh no! It's that idiot again!" Sigh…the shame…

Lead soldiers leave lead widows and orphans

In the words of Futurama: "I'll put wave after wave of my own men at your disposal."

My D&D characters love me – I rarely get them killed, and usually help them become quite succesful

My Mordheim warbands certainly approve of me – they tend to be quite successful and make a lot of $$$. I lead them craftily and minimize casualties quite effectively.

My Warhammer forces know they can do worse. I win about half the time, and even when I lose I generally do about as much damage as I take. On the other hand, they know I will not hesitate to commit them to action and am willing individual units for the greater good.

My 40K troops keep trying to frag me; fortunately, their grenades are very very small.

I am well meaning, tries hard, but obtuse.

The Poles love me, though.

My Syntha forces and MechWarriors don't even recall what I look like. I try to write occasionally, but it's hard to find the time…

It is glad to see that I am not the only butcher out there.

Though I might be a butcher in the eyes of my figures they still do what I command them to do. That does come from me being the one pushing them towards that hvy arty unit. The only time at they fail me is when I cannot roll either high enough or low enough to keep them from routing. This probably is a good thing for them until I get them to rally because it is once more into the breach.

Where are the reinforcements he's been promising us for years?

I would be known as the commander of the "Never Victorious Army."

They think of me like George Washington. (Doesn't this guy ever win? Maybe we should replace him.)

They'd probably ber thinking somehtring along the lines of 'My , whata dashed handsome looking fellow…"

Oh no once more to the slaughter!!!!!

I don't know, does anyone get these nightmares, in the likes of Gulliver's Travels and the Lilliputians or Toy Story and all those destroyed toys from that mean kids house, of miniatures, killed over and over in battle, bent, scratched, broken off at the ankles, coming to life while you at your painting table, creeping closer and closer with pin vices and superglue and future floor wax and Krylon UV protected spray?

With Fear and yet respect. My aggresiveness on the battlefield has created many Lead Widows and orphans. All for the Glory!!!

They might get a bit upset at never being fed, but would regard me as a God for my ability to resurrect them from the dead after they die in combat.

Even if some of the little so-and-sos wanted to desert they couldn't. I've glued all their feet to the ground (insert fiendish laughter here).

Mostly, mine'd just snarl incoherently, or yell "LEAD FOR THE LEAD GOD!" as they charged through a brutal hail of enemy fire just to get into hand to hand yet again, I suspect.

- Monk

Probably wonder why I deployed them so poorly, why I'm not moving them in the right direction and why I'm throwing 3 foot cubes at their heads.

The cautious one who is always shouting 'spread out' and is surprisingly good at pre-planned artillery bombardments. Montgomery perhaps?

Probably a sense of idle curiosity at what the hell my plan actually is, while highly doubtfull I have one.

They probably just ask themselves when they will get their uniform painted on. Most of my troops are already waiting over a year for their clothes, but they don't have to fight in their present state.

They dont call me "pete the impetous" for nothing. I butcher my troops holding the line, then lose the cavalry charging that ever so tempting target- the enemies Grand Battery….. (sighs and goes on gluing more troops to their bases.

"He keeps touching us . . "

All of mine would be wondering when they ever be sent to active duty once again…. For some reason my WW1 French love me, because they always seem to win against the Germans… I don't get it….

Who cares what they think, as long as they die for me. But since you asked, most would hate me for leaving them naked in boxes for years, and others would die of boredom waiting for my cunning plan to unfold.