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Hello and welcome to Game Night! I’m expecting this one to be brief. That’s what she said.
Brief why? Well, I’m tired. I’ve been tired all week for some reason. And a filler night seemed like the perfect thing what with all the tired. So I don’t have much to recap in terms of the actual game play. Also, I enjoyed a hard cider with the filler game night. So I’m really maxing out the tired at this point. I’ll do my best to remember everything.
First up, a game I don’t love but haven’t played in a while so it’s all good: Skull.
I used to play this game very conservatively. But then I realized it’s over much quicker if you go just balls to the wall and bet hard. So I did that tonight. And I won the first game. Boo-yah. But Workman’s gotta be an ass and he can’t let that stand so we played again and he won. Not boo-yah. But he let me have the green tiles, so that was nice.
I’m not usually a stache person but he’s really rocking those braids.
Next, we played what may be my all-time favorite filler and what is definitely my all-time favorite 3P game: Biblios.
Steve has played once but it was a long time ago. (At Churchill Downs no less. How many people can say that?) So we hit him with a brief rules explanation and then went to bibliosing. And over the course of the game realized we forgot certain things we maybe should have told him. Like how you bid on gold. And that letters matter. And possibly we didn’t mention there’s an auction. But he caught on.
I dominated btw. I went all in on orange and red and took them both while everyone else quibbled over blue and brown and green. (Losers. Bah-hah.)
Steve wanted to play again so we did and I dominated AGAIN. Green and red this time, but same playbook. I may look into becoming a monk. I’m really good at it.
Next we went one vs many and played Not Alone.
If I should become a monk, Leon should become an alien. He destroyed us. It wasn’t even close. I thought we were making a bit of a comeback at one point, but I think he was just toying with us. We sucked hard. Next time, we’re staying the hell off his planet.
No filler night would be complete without High Society. Two games. Leon won the first, Steve won the second.
Ideally, in the interest of symmetry, this would be a picture of me holding the High Society box. But High Society is in the quiver so the box wasn’t handy and I was really tired. So imagine this is me, drinking my hard cider, and honking a boob for some reason.
Best moment? We were all trying to avoid a penalty card, and all had very few cards in hand.
Workman: starts bid, plays his $1 card. “I bet you didn’t know I still had that.”
Leon: plays $2 card
Steve: plays $3 card
Me: plays $4 card
Workman: “Well. I wasn’t expecting that to happen.”
And lastly, we closed with Love Letter. I won because Workman had a baron and I knew he had a baron because he wouldn’t look at me. New meta.
We wanted to play The Fucking Loser but it was already 9:00 and I was tired (did I mention that already?) and we decided to wrap. No major strategy, no epic betrayals, no analysis paralysis. Just a really fun game night with really fun peeps. And everyone won something. So that’s nice. (I won the most. Nicer.)
Next week is Origins...look me up if you’re there and maybe we can work in a game of something. Should be a fun time.
And if the guys and I can work in a game night before I leave town, we’ll be here as well. But if not, look for us in two weeks for more game night frivolity.
Until then...thanks for reading and happy gaming!!
¡Hola! ¡Bienvenido a la noche de juegos!
You’re probably wondering, what’s with all the espanol? Well, tonight’s game selection-by-committee was El Grande. Which is Spanish for “The Grande”. (That joke doesn’t play as well on paper but I had to keep it in.)
That may or may not be a kangaroo scrotum dangling from Steve’s hand. It’s best you don’t ask.
The fam bought me this game for Mother’s Day this year. (I’m a great mom. Ask anybody. Except my kids.) And I really like it. More and more, I’m drawn to games that do a lot with a very simple rule set. This is such a game.
My starting home-world. Yes, I let Workman be green. Yes, I’m an awesome person.
I explained the rules and we were off, galloping across Spain like a bunch of galloping Spaniards (may not be a thing.) Leon took the early lead. Because Leon. But the rest of us did pretty bien as well. Leon would score some big something, and then we’d all catch up. It was mostly close. Mostly.
Leon leading. Everyone else catching up.
After the first scoring round, Leon had a substantial lead. Me and Steve kind of hung out together in the middle of the pack, and Workman uncharacteristically sucked ass. For realz. And he lost interest. He does a really bad job of hiding it when he doesn’t like a game.
But enough about Workman. Leon was where it was at. And where he was at was everywhere. He and I duked it out for control of Castilla la Diejo but he always came out on top. Because Leon.
The much ballyhooed Castilla la Diejo.
Steve and Workman both had the same idea to take control of my home-world. The joke was on them though.....I wasn’t even there. Bah-hah. Dicks.
Speaking of dicks...
But then at some point between the second and third scoring rounds, Steve took over the board. And Workman decided he didn’t hate the game so much and started to pay attention and gain some ground as well. It was no longer Leon’s game. It was anyone’s game. Except mine. It was never my game. (I mean, it WAS my game. I got it for Mother’s Day, remember? We talked about this. But it wasn’t my game in the sense that I suddenly sucked at it.)
In the final round, there was a lot of moving Caballeros and moving King Dong and a lot of thinking. Me especially.
“So Charlotte, is it worse to retcon your turn, or just take too long thinking about your turn?”
“You do both so what does it matter?”
And in the end, Esteban was the grandest of all. He had 139 points. Workman made an impressive comeback and finished second with 121, I had 110 and Leon had 109. Oh how the mighty have fallen.
I very much liked this game. There are many games like it, but this one was the first (I think). It’s older than both of my kids. It has simple rules but a lot of think. I have the big box edition with all the expansions but I don’t see me playing any of them. It’s not a game that seems like it will need expanding. It’s fine the way it is.
When we returned to the new world, we played That’s Not How Numbers Work. Your takeaway is numbers are hard. For everyone. But mostly Leon. He’s taken over my job as being the person most likely to end the game.
Workman won with 36, Steve had 45, I had 56 and Leon had 81. (Workman wrote “DFL” next to Leon’s score, I can’t imagine what that means.)
And finally, we closed the night with two games of High Society, the game that wrote the book on doing a lot with a simple rule set. Steve won both games. He was extremely modest about his successful evening. Extremely. Modest.
And that was noche de juego. We will be on hiatus next week, but come back in June for more bi-lingual antics. Until then, thanks for reading and happy gaming!!
Hello there! Sorry about the long wait between game nights. The Monday-to-Thursday scheduling scenario is the worst. Freaking Steve.
But it’s still game night. Who’s complaining? Not I. On tap tonight we had one of our all-time favorites. The game I always think of when I think of early game group shenanigans:
I don’t know why Nothing Personal doesn’t get more attention. It’s an area control game where you control gangsters for points and money and special actions. You can make moves and whack your friends. What’s not to love?
We haven’t played NP in 18 months. I can’t recall much about the last time we played. No wait, yes I can. I won. Woot woot, I won. I was anxious to defend my title.
I started out strong. Leon and I duked it out for the Capo spot. And I took it. For two turns, I got the seven respect and the seven money. I was a good Capo too, trying to make good decisions but mostly getting talked into things by Workman. (I mean, I know he’s lying. It just always sounds so good when he suggests things. He really is the devil.)
Kiss the ring. (Actually don’t. That’s kind of gross.)
But here’s the thing. No one ever starts with the lead and holds it the whole game. You really don’t want to lead early. I led early. I was as good as whacked. By the second turn the Capo was in jail and Workman was the new Capo and I was barely controlling anyone.
It wasn’t long before I was in last place and Steve and Workman and Leon were well ahead of me. I kept taking my turns and I kept trying to be relevant, but my game was over. Pretty soon, Workman took the lead. Steve stayed close, but Leon fell back out of contention with me.
Me and Leon, occupying the same spot on the score track. I said “I’m standing on the shoulders of Leon.” Leon mumbled something about white people.
It was around this time that the Hubz came home with Son the Elder and they bore gifts:
I wasn’t doing any better in the game but I didn’t mind so much.
I’ll take advantage of doughnut break to share this little bit of joy: on turn one, Workman placed influence of one of the guys who waits in the wings and moves out when other guys go to jail. Only he never got moved out. Every time he was up for promotion, someone else controlled the promoting and wouldn’t promote him. It was one of the few things that didn’t go Workman’s way and it was glorious. Glorious!
Workman’s unpromotable guy. You’re dumb!
We were moving into the last turn. Steve was doing all he could to shut down Workman. He played a card, sold his remaining cards, and then dropped a ridiculous ante. Like $44. I was checking the rulebook to make sure there was no max on antes (there wasn’t) and then Leon realized a more obvious rules infraction: we hadn’t all played an influence card yet. Steve would have to wait till his next turn to force the ante.
We all got to play another card, and Leon raised the ante on his turn so by the time it got back around to Steve, his ante-raising was ante-climactic. (See what I did there? Word play. It’s what's for dinner.)
I made two moves in the final Crew phase and managed to move ahead of Leon. Steve also tried to make two moves to eek out a victory. He made the first but missed the second. I paid to let him reroll but he still missed. He got close, but the rat-bastard that is Workman held on for the win.
Workman had 40, Steve had 34, I had 31 and Leon had 29. I was hoping my mad cyborg skillz would come into play and I would hold on to the Nothing Personal title but alas, it was not meant to be. But doughnuts. So it was all good.
After #moblife, we played two games of High Society. Workman won the first, but I won the second. Because dressage.
Dressage FTW bitches!
Then we closed with Love Letter and I won. Probably because doughnuts.
So all in all, fun times. Workman won but he didn’t sweep and we played solid games. And doughnuts. Excellent game night. Approved.
We plan to be here again next week, so please come back and join us. Until then though.....thanks for reading and happy gaming!
Hello and welcome! Take a seat. We’ve got a game night to talk about.
A few months ago, Workman got a bug up his ass to play Scythe. I have a copy, and he’d seen the mechs on the cover. I was certain he wouldn’t like it. “Don’t be fooled by the mechs,” I said. “It’s really a Euro,” I said. But then he crashed Steve’s poker night a week ago (and took everyone’s money, btw) and one of the guys there raved about Scythe. So now Workman and Steve both wanted to play. (And Leon was characteristically agreeable.) So I conceded.
Oddly enough, my mom bought me Scythe for my birthday last year. My mom is fairly awesome. She knows nothing about board games, but somehow managed to get me a game that A) I was very interested in trying and B) I didn’t already own. I mean, what are the odds?
I’ve only played it twice, once with the Hubz to learn the rules, and once with the whole fam at Christmas. And I really liked it. But I didn’t think the guys would care for the combat. Or the fiddly action boards. Or the whole game really.
My little tractory mechs. Ready for action.
I steeled myself for the rules explanation. “There’s a lot of rules,” I said. “I’ll just keep talking until you tell me to stop,” I said. “I won’t even get mad.” (Steve didn’t believe me. He was very agreeable while I explained and explained and explained. But Workman eventually broke. “Ok, I think we’re good. Let’s just play.” And I didn’t even get mad. I’m so flexible.)
I suggested we take the faction nearest where we were sitting. But Workman had already decided he was going to be the wolf guy. So I had to be the eagle woman. And Steve moved around to take the tiger lady. We were uber-crowded over on one side of the board. Leon took the water-buffalo boy and had a whole side to himself.
Wolf guy, all up in my grill from the start. I hate wolf guy.
I botched my first several turns. I would think what I needed to do, then I’d do something else. What is wrong with me? I would be an iron short of building a mech and instead of hunkering down and getting the additional iron, I’d go get food or some bullshit. I mean honestly, what is wrong with me?
Once Steve and Workman got their pieces out and started moving around, I got very much bunged up in my corner of Europa. I didn’t have any combat cards, so I didn’t want to start any fights initially, and I floundered. I was rolling in iron and oil, but I had no wood. None. Did you know you need wood to build? You do. Fun fact.
Meanwhile, Leon ran all over the top half of the board and took all the encounter cards. Dammit Leon. I got one encounter card the whole game. One. Again I say: dammit Leon.
Leon’s character sculpt is the cooliest.
One of the many encounter cards I didn’t get. I love the art style.
Workman attacked me. I didn’t have any combat cards. I had plenty of power (I even had the max-out-the-power-track star) but I couldn’t win without cards, so I spent no power and conceded. I set about getting combat cards. What good was all that power if I couldn’t win combat without cards?
Once I acquired combat cards, I attacked Leon on the factory hex. I won. Woot! I ended up holding the factory hex for the rest of the game. Workman attacked me again, and won, but not on the factory.
So I’d won a combat, maxed out my power, and completed an objective. I had three stars. I set about getting as much popularity as I could before Workman or Leon ended the game.
Popular. I know about pop-U-lar.
Workman and Leon had a gabillion stars each. Maybe not a gabillion. Maybe five. But five is a lot. I managed to get my popularity up to seven and into the second tier on the turn before Workman ended the game. At least that was something.
We tallied scores. Workman won with 48, I had 41, Leon 39 and Steve had 36. Then I realized I could have traded in my combat cards for resources on my last turn and I got two more points. But then we remembered the end game building bonus and everyone else got two more points. So it was a bit of a wash.
And you know what? They all liked the game. Who knew? No one was more surprised than me. I felt bad....I botched the rules on what the mill did and cost everyone a ton of resources. And I know I misplayed my river walking mech power a few times (the river walking ability is the hardest rule to remember). But everyone seemed to have a good time and Workman won so it was like any other Game Night game. Fun times.
Afterward, Steve had to bolt. Me and Workman and Leon played Love Letter. Workman Baroned with a priest and survived not once but twice (impressive) and then I won the game when Workman got knocked out and Leon had to Prince himself and discard the Princess while I was Handmaided. (Did you get all that?) It was quite the game.
And it was quite the Game Night. The guys enjoyed a Euro. Who would have guessed it. Certainly not me. I guess I don’t know everything.
But thanks for reading! Please come back again next week! Until then....thanks for reading and happy gaming!
Hi there! Did you miss us? You might have noticed there was no Game Night last week. As much as I like to troll the guys (Steve) when they miss, last week was all me.
I mentioned a month or so back that I was dealing (poorly) with a herniated disc. I finally decided to give in and have surgery. So last Tuesday I traded in my old-busted disc for a new-hotness plastic one. And while this may sound like a power-action one might take in a dry euro about trading in a disc factory, it was actually much more invasive than it sounds. Hence, I took a week off.
But we’re back this week. I have a wicked-gross scar on my neck and Workman is telling folks I got shanked in prison over a pack of Kools, but who the hell cares. It’s Game Night baby. Woot woot.
And what game did we play, you might ask? Well don’t. Don’t ask me about my business, Kay.
We played The Godfather: Corleone's Empire once a couple of years ago (sans Leon). And I’d liked it. And Steve liked it. (Workman was meh on it.) But it hasn’t made it back to the table since. And in the current shelf-space climate, if I don’t get a game to the table on the regular, I don’t keep it. I had actually been thinking if we didn’t play The Godfather soon, I’d get rid of it.
So tonight was the night. I generously let Workman be the green mob family, I explained the rules, and we were off.
The Don. Don’t ask him about his business either.
As with most games, by the second act, I wanted to start over and re-do the entire first round. I’d wasted actions, lacked direction, and generally misplayed. Steve was in much the same boat as me. But Workman and Leon may actually BE mobsters. They seemed to be completing jobs and suitcasing money right and left.
The suitcase mechanic, as well as the actual suitcases in this game are pretty cool.
Somewhat off topic, I realized something about Workman during this game: he doesn’t listen to a damn thing I say. Like literally:
“I didn’t know that.”
“I said it like two minutes ago.”
“I didn’t hear you.”
Rinse and repeat. All night.
We joked that when I talked, all he heard was the Charlie Brown teacher voice. (And by we, I mean me and Steve joked. Workman wasn’t listening to that part either.)
Notice the dead green guys in the Hudson River. Workman got gunned down a lot. Probably because he won’t fucking listen.
By mid-game, I was sure Workman had won. I hadn’t completely counted Leon out - he is the king of the area control game after all - but Workman seemed to be socking away a ton of cash and job cards. I had a pretty good last turn, but I didn’t think anyone had caught him.
Whole lotta shaking down going on.
But then we started handing out control marker bonuses. And Steve was dominating. He was caught up in lots of ties, but he’d controlled the tied areas in the last round and the tie goes to the most recent controller. At that point, I was pretty sure Steve won.
And then you’ll never guess what happened. I won. Who saw that coming? Certainly not me. I had 78 points (I made Workman recount it for me since math is hard.) Steve finished second with 64, Leon had 57 and Workman had 56. (Guess maybe he should have listened.)
The Godfather is a good game, but I can’t say it’s a great game. For a mobster theme, nothing beats Nothing Personal. And mechanically, while it does a lot of things, it doesn’t do any one thing really well. It’s got some worker placement, some set collection, some area control, but none of those things are particularly exciting. It’s a fine game, but I don’t see me wanting to play it over any number of games that are just better.
So I suspect the next time I cull my collection, The Godfather will sleep with the fishes.
(I’ve been dying to make that joke since I started typing this up. I’m really proud of it. I don’t know why Workman won’t listen to me, I’m so hilarious.)
After leaving the gun and taking the cannoli, we played Cockroach Poker and I was the fucking loser. (YOU’RE DUMB!) But then we played again and I outsmarted Workman and HE was the fucking loser. (NO YOU’RE DUMB!)
So did anyone else notice that I won tonight’s main game AND outsmarted Workman? I wonder if maybe this new disc in my neck has afforded me super powers? I mean, I am technically a cyborg now. Surely that makes a person better at board games. Right? Right?
I guess we’ll find out next week. Please join us again for more games and snark and plastic body parts. But until then......thanks for reading and happy gaming!
Good evening!! Or whatever time of day it is where you are. It’s nighttime here. But not just any nighttime. Game Nighttime.
Yes, tonight was Game Night. And while we had the Steve lined up, he messaged us early in the day and said he may have to bail due to a work deadline. For those of you who don’t speak Steve, “I may have to bail” means “Screw you guys, I’m bailing.”
Which also means we needed a fallback. We had planned to play The Godfather: Corleone's Empire, but I didn’t want to play that with just 3P, so I suggested trying Sorcerer again but this time with only 3P in the battle royale. Workman was more than a little on board with that. In fact, when Steve inevitably did bail, Workman sent one of those gifs of Carlton doing the Carlton dance. Because this is the kind of people we are.
But enough trivial details. If you read last week, you’ll recall that I enjoyed the game, hated my faction, and thought the 4P battle royale might not be the best way to play. So how was it this week with 3P and not that faction? Let’s find out.
And I keep saying faction, but that’s not the right term. It’s three terms, and those terms are character, lineage, and domain. I liked my three terms way better this game.
Look at those terms.
I was Ariaspes, the Bloodlord of the Haunted Forest. Your takeaway is vampires. I was vampires. And I had a blood pool. Yeah. A freaking blood pool.
I swear I kept reading this as Blood Fool. As in, “I pity the Blood Fool.”
We got off to much the same start as last game. I did well in both my battles, but then lost them both, everything reset, and I was demoralized. But then I remembered I was a vampire with a freaking blood pool and I pulled myself together. Vampires live forever FFS, they don’t get demoralized.
Also me. I got a little handsy.
So then Leon and Workman each got a second point. I think Leon beat Workman and Workman beat me, but I wouldn’t swear to that. Mid-game was a little fuzzy.
But then, you’ll never guess what happened. I pulled my shit so far together that I won battles against Workman and Leon. Truth be told, I think they just counted me out and were trying to stop one another from winning but who cares. Vampires don’t care. Two points is two points.
Vampires. They don’t care. But they do pity the fool.
So we’re all tied up at two points each. I was first player. Battle order rotates direction each turn, and this turn, I would battle Leon first. So if I beat him, I won, if he beat me or if he beat Workman, he won, and if we both failed and Workman beat Leon or me, he won. I didn’t think there was any chance one of those wins wouldn’t happen. So I went full Hail Mary. I put two minions on my Leon battlefield and I buffed them both and left my Workman battlefield completely unmanned.
I don’t think Leon or Workman thought I had a plan. Until they realized I had a plan. They stood for my dice roll. (Side note....I’ve never had anyone stand for anything I’ve done in any game ever, or in real life for that matter. I was like “Oh, we’re standing. Jesus, this is a big deal.”)
I was able to roll seven dice for each minion (one because of my freaking blood pool and one because he was just that badass.)
I failed to take any pictures of the actual board state during my Hail Mary. This was from earlier in the game. It’s just some omens and the first player token I’m about to reference here in a second. It’s the best I could do.
I rolled. Poorly. I cashed in my first player token and wholesale rerolled everything. Then I rerolled my blanks using omen tokens and managed a decent roll. Leon made me reroll some crits, but I still landed a fair amount of damage. He hit back but didn’t kill my remaining attacker or me.
I swung with badass. I had no rerolls. I didn’t need them. I did seven or eight, can’t remember, but it was enough to win. Your takeaway is I won. I went big or went home, and I went big.
I was really proud of me.
I enjoyed this play of Sorcerer way better than the first. Mostly because I liked my three terms better, but I also did a better job of managing energy and cards. Also mostly because I won. But even so, it’s a solid game. Fighting battles on two fronts is both frustrating and interesting. I think the Battle Royale with 3P is way better as well, as there is no fourth person you can’t interact with or impact. And the abilities, when they combo well, are fun.
So yeah, two thumbs up from me. The winner. Also I pity the fool.
After my complete and utter domination, we played Love Letter. Another three-way tie. And then Leon won. Woot for Leon. Any game night where Workman goes winless is a good game night in my book.
And that’s all folks. We hope to be back next week with the Core Four and possibly some mob ties. But until then....thanks for reading and I won!
Also happy gaming.
Welcome, welcome, welcome! It’s last week tonight with....no, sorry. It’s not. It’s Game Night. That’s what I meant to say. Game Night.
In my last post, I teased that we might be playing Sorcerer this week if the planets aligned and the US Postal Service came through. And miracle of miracles, they all did. The planets and the postal service. Aligned. So weird.
Workman kickstarted this game a long time ago. I think it was supposed to ship last summer or last fall, so we’ve been anticipating it for some time. And I’ve heard surprisingly little buzz about it. In fact, if Workman hadn’t said “my game still hasn’t shipped yet” every few weeks for the last six months, I might not have known it was a thing. There aren’t any reviews or how-to-play videos online, so I went into tonight’s play totally cold. (I hate totally cold.)
It was a Core Four night, so that was a positive. I worked from home today, and I made pizza for dinner to save us some time. After some debate around the proper placement of pepperoni in relation to cheese, Workman explained the rules and we were off.
It’s a very pretty game, I can say that right off the bat.
Sorcerer is (I think) designed to be a two-player game, but it has a team variant and a battle royale variant. We played the latter. In that version, you battle the people to your left and to your right, so I battled Steve and Workman. It was like I wasn’t even playing with Leon. (I tried to make him reroll his dice once, but Workman said I couldn’t. Dammit Workman.)
Each player starts with a deck, but you don’t so much build a deck as assemble one, with cards from one character, one lineage, and one domain. I was Thenoch, the Demonologist of the Lunatic Asylum. Spoiler alert: I was not a fan.
My character ability let me take two cards from another player’s deck every round and keep them, and then play one. Which sounds great, except that you can’t actually use most of the abilities that come with those cards, so the cards you take are mostly useless. I eventually just quit doing it. You only get six actions per turn and it just wasn’t fruitful. Leon and Steve and Workman all had these power-house abilities that let them exhaust things and re-use things and beat face all over the board and it just felt like they were playing a completely different game than me.
Rock me Asmodeus.
Admittedly, I’m not intuitively good at 1-v-1 MTG-like card games. So maybe my combo was good and I just mis-played it. I know I didn’t manage my hand well and I didn’t manage my mana well. (Editor’s Note: I discovered on the first read-through that this auto-corrected to “I didn’t manage my mama well” and I almost left it. Just to make peeps wonder.)
Me and Steve in Whitechapel. That’s me on the right, arms akimbo.
I actually started out fairly well. I had some success battling Workman in the Underground Hive. I had good cards and good dice rolls and we eventually both got up to 11 board damage. One more hit for either of us would do it.
I mean, do you really even need to ask who won? How long have you been reading this blog?
So Workman won that battle and got his first VP. And all the minions and all the damage and everything went away and we reset. Which was honestly pretty demoralizing. I mean, I did some good work there and it was all just gone and we started over.
Then Steve beat me in the Whitechapel battlefield and that one reset and we started over there too. I had two mana and two cards. I was not in a good place.
The Steve beat me again, and Workman beat me again. And Leon said I was mailing it in (which actually hurt my feelings if I’m honest). I was just too far in the hole to get back out.
Then Steve beat Leon and had three VP and that was the game. Woot for Steve!
There’s lots of dice rolling. Which we all agreed is great when you roll well, and blows ass when you don’t.
Overall, I liked the game, I just didn’t like my faction/deck combo. I’d have to play it a few more times to really understand what I need to be doing. What I did in this game was clearly wrong. I suspect it’s a much better two player game, but I’d like to try the team variant some time.
After Sorcerer, we played Love Letter. And some of us played Hearthstone but I’ll be damned if I’m going to talk about that. Workman won. Because I said princess but he heard prince because he cheats. Or something.
Anyway, it was a good night overall despite my poor showing. And Workman really likes Sorcerer, so that’s a good thing. It’s always fun to be excited about a new game.
So I guess that’s a wrap. Come back next week for more gaming goodness! Until then, thanks for reading and happy gaming!!
Welcome to Sin City! Before we get started, I have to share....The Hangover is one of my favorite comedies. I recently watched it three times in about a ten day stretch. Accidentally. (I mean, it was on. What was I supposed to do? Change the channel?)
So what does this have to do with game night, you’re probably wondering? Everything. (Well, not EVERYTHING. Just Vegas. There’s a Vegas connection. That’s it really. We played a Vegas game.)
Before we jump into Lords (and one Lady) of Vegas, we played our filler games first. Because Steve is selfish and inconsiderate and The Hubz can’t leave work on time. (In other words, we were sans Steve so Mark was our fill-in and he was late.)
We haven’t played No Thanks! in a while. I got lucky with the card flips. I won with 44 points. (Go me!!)
Forty-four point smackdown.
We played a second game and Workman won with 54. Leon and I had......more points than 54. (But 54 is not as good a win as 44 so still.....go me!!)
After No Thanks! we played 6 nimmt!, another solid exclamation point filler we haven’t played in a while. I am terrible at this game, but Workman decided to play the role of me this time around and shot to 52 points in no time. We were sure he would end the game, but don’t count Leon out! He had a monster bad turn and ended the game before Workman could....72 to Workman’s 60 to my (what!?!?!?!?) 58. Go me yet again!!!
By this time, the Hubz was home and we were ready to gamble.
”It says here, we should work in teams. Who wants to be my spotter?”
We’ve not played LoV in about a year, and then just the one time. That time, Steve and Leon and Workman all tied for first, so it went to money and Steve and Leon were still tied. They shared the win. Which is bullshit cause there’s no sharing in Vegas.
I explained the rules and we were underway.
Nobody had drawn a silver card on their opening hand. So everybody started out building silver casinos. I drew some lucky spots and ended up with a decent little silver casino on Frank Sinatra Drive.
Look how cute.
That decent little casino shortly grew into this:
Notice how Leon has wormed his way in.
And eventually into this:
Now Leon and Mark have both wormed their way in.
There was a lot of re-organizing going on in the silver casino on Frank Sinatra Drive. I was mostly the boss though. I lost it once to Leon I think, but I got it back. It kept me well-supplied with money and points the whole game.
And there was a lot of reorganization in general in this game. Everybody wanted to be the boss of something. Every turn someone was taking someone else’s shit. Or not. It was the or nots that were hilarious. Someone would pay out all this cash and roll a grip of dice and then end up worse off then when they started.
And by they, I mean Workman. Workman ended up worse off then when he started the whole game. He gambled, he lost. He reorganized, he lost. Even card draws screwed him.
“Not up in here. NOT UP IN HERE!!”
I think all of us sprawled onto properties we didn’t own. Who was the only one who got bit in the ass doing that? Workman. (And I was the one that bit him. That was kind of nice.)
But let’s get back to me. I was doing really well. I had my silver casino on Frank Sinatra Drive, but I also sprawled onto some lots I didn’t own to take an ugly brown casino away from Leon. It was in the shit part of town but who cares, it paid me points and money a couple times. That’s all I needed it to do.
The ugly brown casino in the shit part of town, right before I took it over from Leon. Bwaa haaa haaa.
And now I had two casinos that could cover the four-point threshold I needed to keep moving up the track. I was pretty sure I would win. Mark and Leon were also doing well, but I didn’t think they would catch me.
“Right in the nuts! That was beautiful. Well done. Give her a hand everybody. Good job!”
But even in Vegas I cannot have nice things. I needed the game to end one card flip before it did. As it happened, Mark got a good payout right before I flipped the end game strip card, and he tied me. Then he won on tie-breaker. I was so pissed.
”We call this place Loserville.”
Sad face emoji. I really thought I had it. I’m like Charlie Brown with that damn football. I never have it.
Oh well. At least it was fun.
And Lords of Vegas is a fun game to play once in a while. It is a bit of a luck fest with all the dice rolling, but there is also some strategy involved in picking casino colors that will pay out enough times to make it worth your while, and making sure you can expand enough to cover the point thresholds. I dig it.
And that was game night. Sorry for all The Hangover quotes. (No I’m not.)
Come back next week.....Workman got a shipping notice for Sorcerer over dinner, so hopefully we will be playing that.
So until then...thanks for reading, and happy gaming!!
”You guys might not know this, but I consider myself a bit of a loner. I tend to think of myself as a one-[woman] wolf pack. But when I got to know [Workman], I knew he was one of my own. And my wolf pack... it grew by one. So there... there were two of us in the wolf pack... I was alone first in the pack, and then [Workman] joined in later. And [three and a half years ago], when I was introduced to [Steve and Leon], I thought, "Wait a second, could it be?" And now I know for sure, I just added two more guys to my wolf pack. Four of us wolves, running around the desert together, in Las Vegas, looking for strippers and cocaine. [And board games].”
What’s up?!?!? (Don’t answer, it’s rhetorical.) Welcome to the game night recap you didn’t know you needed (I don’t really know what I mean by that).
If you’ve been reading these last few weeks, you may have noticed a trend. It wasn’t intentional, but we’ve been playing some old school games here lately. Nations and Galaxy Trucker are both six or seven years old. Even 51st State came out three years ago, which makes it practically ancient in board game years.
See, a few weeks back, I threw out a list of games I wanted to play. They were all just great games that we hadn’t played in a while. And in hindsight, they were all old. Tonight’s pick was no exception.
We played Terra Mystica a little over a year ago. And before I get too far into tonight’s play, I have to share a funny about last year’s play. See, you may not know this, but I’m a bit different from the rest of the group in one very important way. You’ve probably sussed it out yourselves, but in case you haven’t, I’m an iPhone person. (The guys are all Android people.) (I know, I know, how do we even play games together? It can be a struggle.)
One fun thing about iPhones is the Live Photo feature. You don’t just get a picture, you get a brief video. I don’t love it when I’m scrolling through my picture roll (feels a bit like I’m in a Harry Potter book) but it does increase your odds of getting a good shot. And it occasionally captures some good audio.
In last year’s game, Workman completely screwed me not once but twice by taking a tile that I had just built a bridge to. Twice!! (Damn you to hell Workman.) And when I was going through the pics later, I realized I had Live Photo turned on. In the final score pic, you can very clearly hear Workman say “I apologize for bridge fucking you.” (I hate him, but he is quite colorful.) I laughed about that for days.
Anyway, sorry for the digression. Where was I? Game Night.
I can’t carry the ring Mr. Frodo, but I can carry you.
I was the Halflings. I wanted a faction that I hadn’t played before and one that was fairly simple. Some of the crazy faction abilities make my head hurt. Steve was the Nomads since he played them last time and he couldn’t remember how to play. Leon was the Ice Maidens (I might have taken them if he hadn’t, I think I’d like them...simple power, cold, well-dressed...they sound a lot like me.) And Workman chose the
BWitches. A bit I simple for a gamer of his caliber if you ask me but it’s a free country. (Wait, is it? Where are we in this game anyway? Maybe it isn’t free..... dammit!)
Early game. Butting heads with the Ice Maidens.
We played with the Fire and Ice extra end-game bonus. It was border structures. Right away, I got to building on the border, as clearly visible in the above photo. What isn’t visible in that photo is that just across the river, the evil green
BWitches were building towards a town. I had boosted my shipping, and then focused on building my stronghold. The turn right before I planned to build it, the BWitches built a bridge to that black space right across the river from me. (You can just barely see it in the lower left corner.)
When the Halfings build their stronghold, they immediately get three shovels. So when Workman built that bridge I realized.....I was going to bridge fuck him. And not just out of spite. Mostly out of spite of course, but I had planned to take that space anyway to keep my border empire going. I don’t think he realized I had the shipping to get there, so it would be a surprise bridge fucking. So glorious.
But because the universe hates me and I can’t have nice things, I was one worker short of being able to build a settlement. Dammit. Dammit so hard. But I could terraform it anyway. And I did.
And Workman’s immediate deflation was indeed glorious. He didn’t say anything (he never does) but I knew. I KNEW. Damn it feels good to be a Halfing.
But then common sense kicked in. I was spending three shovels on one space that he would immediately work to terraform back to green. There was a very good chance I would waste all three shovels on a spite move. (My kingdom for a worker!!!) So I asked if anyone cared if I ret-conned it (Workman looked like Ralphie in that scene where the teacher asks if anyone knows where Flick is....”no, no, I don’t mind”) and I turned three spaces brown where I needed to start a second town instead. It was the better move. But damn. The irony.
Very late-game board state.
Nothing especially eventful happened after that. Me and Steve and Leon expanded and built towns and stayed very close on the VP track. Workman ran away (flew away?) with the lead somewhere around mid-game and it wasn’t even a contest. I did manage to get 36 end-game bonuses, but I only got first on one Cult track, and I tied that track with Leon. So only six points I think? The big bonuses got me a second-place finish, but I only had 97 points. (I think I’ve only ever cracked 100 points once.) Steve finished behind me with 91, and Leon had 87. Workman had 138.
Just for grins, I listened to the Live Photo audio I got with the score track photo this year. Not as good as last year, but definitely worth reporting: it was Workman saying “I think I had an easy faction.” Yeah you did.
After TM, we played a raucous game of Love Letter. It wasn’t really all that raucous, there was a funny incident where Workman and I went twinsies on a handmaid, and Leon carried the Princess to term three times. This was my 75th logged play of Love Letter, and that’s just since I started logging plays two years ago. That’s a lot of love. And more than a few letters. Oh and Workman won. He had an easy faction.
And that was game night. I went off on a bit of a tangent and my picture-to-text ratio was a bit off this week, but thanks for sticking with me. I appreciate you. I really do.
So until next time.....thanks for reading and happy gaming!
Hello there! Welcome to Game Night! Get comfy.
After my big Core Four love fest in last week’s post, Steve bailed on us. (Dammit Steve, you ruin everything.) But the Hubz was available and I had a feeling he would like tonight’s game.
And that game was......
This would be my fifth (I think?) time playing Nations. I really like this game. And I would like to have a really good play of it. Like, I think if I could put up a solid score in a game like this, I would feel pretty good about myself. But people are assholes and I can’t have nice things. Apparently.
But enough about assholes. I was Persia.
We played at Prince level, so technically, I was the Prince of Persia. And I had planned to litter this post with Jake Gyllenhal references but I found that I don’t really know that many Jake Gyllenhal references except “I ain’t quittin’ you” and I just wasn’t able to work that in. Sorry. It might have been hilarity.
Workman was Rome, Mark was Greece and Leon was China. Workman taught Mark how to play and we got to Civilizing.
It’s about to get real up in Persia.
And right off the bat, I got to hating on Workman. Because here’s the thing. He doesn’t just decide what he wants to do, he figures out what you’re trying to do and he takes it from you. I would build up military to buy a colony and he would buy it on the turn before me. Every goddamn time. I was Persia. I had the extra colony slot. I was supposed to colony!! I wanted Nubia. He bought it. I wanted Babylon. He bought it. I hate him so much.
The gods love Nubia.
Workman basically dominated like he always does. He had an embarrassment of resources and military and culture at all times. He wasn’t very stable though. I had him in stability. (Which is ironic because I was always going off on him and he always remained perfectly calm.)
Mark had a couple of rocky turns to start. He ran headlong into a battle and then found out he didn’t have an army. (#awkward) And he built a thing without having any ore (“Check your ore situation homie.”) But he was just learning the rules. He picked it up pretty quick.
Leon, meanwhile, started out strong. (I thought.) He seemed to be bringing in resources and buying things and being China. (I thought.) Fun fact, in previous games of Nations, he and I always seem to tie. I didn’t think we were going to tie this game.
Fast forward a few ages.....Caligula was trying to find new worlds to conquer, while me and Mark and Leon were trying to stay afloat. Mid-game can get rough, and it can be hard to come back if you get behind. Especially when you stumble into the Black Death. (Damn that card was mean.)
At one point, I bought a war just so Workman wouldn’t buy it and said “I took one for the team.” Leon was further down the military track than I realized and said “Did you?” Oops. (See there was this depth perception problem I had with the turn order track and the military track and I thought Leon was....oh never mind. I screwed Leon.)
The guy peeking through the cards made me laugh.
By the last turn, I finally had good production. Had I been able to get that going an age earlier, I might have put up a decent score. I mean, I wouldn’t have won. But I might have done better. But Rome sucks and I suck and it wasn’t Persia’s time to shine. Or China’s. Or Greece’s.
In the end, Emperor Workman had 45 points, I had 22, Leon had 17 and Mark had 16. We all hate the Romans.
My end game Persia. It never got real up in Persia.
I do like this game though. Very much. And maybe one day, I won’t suck at it. Maybe.
Our game took every bit of 3 hours. We were all too tired for a closing filler. So I’m afraid that’s all I have for you.
No wait, I have one more thing, I invented a cookie. It’s a s’more, but in cookie form:
Chocolate chocolate-chip cookie, baked on a graham cracker, topped with mini-marshmallows and torched. Damn it feels good to be a gangster.
To be fair, it was inspired by a cookie I had at a place called Baked in Bloomington, but I turned it into a full-on s’more. I made a few for game night. Maybe I have some game after all.
And now that’s really all I have for you. Come back next week for more hatred and gaming goodness.
Until then.....thanks for reading and happy gaming!!
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