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Games that could use more Cthulhu
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I still miss my wife, but my aim is getting better.
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Come walk down the darkened alleys of your game store's shelves and breathe deep the dark miasma that wafts from the assembled multitudes. They come to worship him that has risen from fell Rilyeh, and to dice with Nyarlothep in the forests of EuroAmeriAbstractia. But first we needs to alter -- altar? -- those other games that lack our most wonderous cyclopean Elder by tossing him into the mix. What shall be the result, I wonder? Does it matter, you say. No, I suppose not. Dread Cthulhu shall now infest these games that have heretofore ignored him. And boy is he nonplussed.
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Posted On: 2008-07-23 00:43:18
Edited On: 2008-07-23 00:43:15
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I still miss my wife, but my aim is getting better.
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Imagine, my young apprentice, a trip to an idyllic Carribean isle. Disgusting, yes, I know. Now re-imagine this game with a new "shop" -- the Abbatoir. Colonists enter, but never leave. Cthulhu shall be pleased to award victory points onto those who sacrifice to him there.
And is it not time that Miskatonic had a new campus? A building that provides esoteric knowledge in the swapping of character cards.
Oh, the joy. The wondrous screams of terror. I, for one, cannot wait to play this with the Deep Ones in my former tomb. |
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Posted On: 2008-07-23 00:47:46
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I still miss my wife, but my aim is getting better.
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Farmers disgust me. Always rolling around in the dirt, and doing things to their cows and sheep. What this game needs is a Dunwhich Horror expansion, whence Wilbur Whatley impregnates the wives of the players with the spawn of things that should not be named. The cute little rugrats then proceed to earn victory by eviscerating the creatures in their neighbors' fields. Umm, delicious. |
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Posted On: 2008-07-23 00:51:05
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I still miss my wife, but my aim is getting better.
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Deep within the Alps something stirs. With each failed dig the ancient one comes closer to rising to the surface. Trains are lost, their passengers eaten, and a good time is had by me. All aboard! |
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Posted On: 2008-07-23 00:53:55
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I still miss my wife, but my aim is getting better.
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They call that a sacrifice? Back in my day if there was no blood, then it was only another day. What this game requires is the throwing of the farmers from the apexes of the pyramids. A farmer lost creates goodwill with the gods, who after all want blood. And deep from within the temples ancient vampires rise to eat the flesh and fears of the living -- those were good times, good times. |
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Posted On: 2008-07-23 00:57:53
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I still miss my wife, but my aim is getting better.
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The caravans unearth the remnants of the forbidden city of damned, awakening the spectres within. Shall they gather the cursed gold within or ride as fast as their ships of the desert can carry them? |
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Posted On: 2008-07-23 01:00:07
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I still miss my wife, but my aim is getting better.
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Come, come. This game practically calls out to Cthulhu. Research. Digs in ancient sites. Why not add a bag for Mu, another for Atlantis, and a third for Rilyeh? And, instead of dirt, the researchers may well discover a lot more than they bargained for. |
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Posted On: 2008-07-23 01:02:27
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Posted On: 2008-07-23 10:59:44
