There is a deathly hush. Both sides are prepared to meet any threat, and will not capitulate. The missiles are unsheathed from their silos and readied to be hurled across the void to home onto their targets with lethal accuracy. The dreadful silence is shattered by the sound of our commander barking the words that we have feared for so long, yet somehow believed they could never be uttered........ "give us a pint of pina colada, Doris, and a packet of liver'n'strawberry crisps".
Yes folks, it's DARTZ NITE down at the local, and this computerised version is just like the real thing. Skill, luck and overweight drunken slobs, all play their vital part.
