Introduction

This blog will recount the events of a Squadron UK campaign referees by Simon Burley are the Birmingham Central Role-Players club from April onwards 2019.

It is based upon the Squadron: Birmingham campaign included in the rulebook and - therefore - contains spoilers should anyone wish to play in that campaign.

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