Ye Armyes of Ye Renaissance

In the Yeare of our Lorde Nineteen Eighty, I was but twentye, a mere innocent student, when I was taken aside by a manne in large coate, telling exotic tales - of horsemen with winges on their backs, guns with lions heads, cannons on camels, and Cantonese Katyushkas. Thisse was Mr. Eddie Watson, who bye means of cajolery and supplying small packes of lead figurines, pushed and shoved our small, neophyte band of youthful Johannesburg gamers into his heady world. I demurred, but mye friends all talked me into it, Colin Webster (he of SAWU fame) falling first to these heady offeryngs - hooke, lyne and synker for gaye Prinz Rupert and the Royalist cause. I hadde no choice, I was moste cruellie ensnared., and soon mainlyned on Pyke and Shotte, which nowe appeares as mye French armye mentioned belowe. I managed to kicke the habit, until I hadde my firste taste of DBR, and mye addiction now leaves me with: