THE VOLTAIC FRONT ยท 1916
Burn a rifle, a grenade, a tank. Four secret orders. One card held back. The Armory stocks the kit; the Motor Pool stocks the machines.
Volunteer coils, painted helmets, a clockwork lion on the colours.
Stormtroops, landships, a voltaic eagle over grey greatcoats.
A two-player war. You, and the machine in the opposite dugout.