Top 10 Favorite Games of My Childhood

Geekblogger Stuart Burnham posted some pictures from a book of old board games he came across at a “car boot sale” (silly Brits) this past weekend and while I don’t have anything nearly as exciting to share, it did make me think about some of my favorite board games growing up.

Gal’s Top 10 Tabletop Games of Her Youth (in no particular order):

1. Fraggle Rock (1984)

Fraggle Rock was one of my favorite shows ever, so of course a game where I got to play a Fraggle was going to appeal to me. I don’t have many memories of actually playing the game, but I know I played it a lot when I was very little. Just looking at that gameboard (which is beautifully illustrated, btw!) brings back happy fuzzy feelings. And also feelings of anxiety. I am completely shocked to realized that I was an anxious child. (JK! I’m not shocked at all.)

2. Uncle Wiggily (1916)

Another one I loved to play a lot of when I Was little, but I can’t for the life of me figure out which edition we had. All of the pictures on BGG look vaguely familiar but none of them feel quite right. I’m sure we owned this because it’s something my parents had growing up (and I’m also sure we didn’t have the copy they grew up with; it was probably something they found at a garage sale). I remember plastic pawns, maybe rabbit-shaped, and that’s about it.

3. HeroQuest (1989)

I freaking loved this game. In high school, I knew about D&D and other roleplaying games like Vampire: The Masquerade, and I desperately wanted to play them. But none of the friends I actually did things with had any interest in playing, and it didn’t occur to me to try to befriend any of the boys who did. So this was the closest I could get. Mostly I played with my mother and brother, or with my best friend J. When she and I played, she would play all four of the heroes and I would be the Dungeon Master. She would give personalities to all the characters: the warrior was dumb and would frequently attack walls; the elf and the wizard (which were named after her and her crush) were in a secret, passionate relationship and would make out behind the fireplace. I think the dwarf was also named after her, because she was short.

One night, my parents were out of town, and I decided it would be a great idea to play by candlelight. I put a spooky Halloween sound effects tape into the tape deck in the living room, and J. and I set up a card table in the kitchen. A strange choice of location, but I suppose so we’d have some sturdy surfaces to place candles nearby (like on the breakfast bar). Problem with the 90’s, of course, is that tapes didn’t automatically start over. You had to get up to turn them over. And occasionally the cassette got jammed in the old tape deck and the tape got tangled in the mechanism. As I was trying to fix it, J. bumped the table, knocking over one of the candles we had placed on the card table.

My parents, of course, chose that exact moment to come home, and found the two of us scraping candle wax off the linoleum with butter knives. I don’t remember if I got in trouble, but I do remember it being very stressful and a good lesson to never put burning candles on unsturdy surfaces like card tables.

A number of years ago, my mother found a copy at a yard sale and picked it up for me. I played a few sessions with other friends who had grown up with it, but it was never quite as much fun as when we were growing up. I even started painting the minis (and got distracted because man, that’s a lot of minis to paint when you have more hobbies than attention span!)

However, when I moved away to California, I gave my copy to one of said friends on indefinite loan, and he has been playing with his five year-old son. I have gotten reports that they’ve been enjoying it a lot, and the birthday card they sent me has a picture of an orc his son drew.

4. Electronic Mall Madness (1989)

(I’m not sure why all the images of this are in German…)

This one was fun because set up was a little more complicated than simply unfolding a game board. You had to actually build the second floor of the mall. Also you had plastic credit cards and a robotic lady voice who would say entertaining things like, “Uh oh Red, you left your lights on. Go To The Parking Lot.” Or, “There is a Sale in the. Chitchen. Shop.” I still maintain that this was a pretty good game. My adult gaming group in MA always intended to have a girly sleepover (the men included) where we played this, and Girl Talk (which we’d all always wanted to play) and maybe even Pretty Pretty Princess (another one I always wanted, but never got). Never happened, but one day!

5. Skip Bo (1967)

This wasn’t really a favorite so much as a game my mother made me play with her. My favorite memories of the game were when my aunt visited from Utah and we’d play with her and my grandmother (“Nannie”). This is probably a large part of how I learned to love gaming. Nannie loved to play games. I’m sure we played other games (Phase 10, probably Rook) but this is the only one I specifically remember, and I remember how happy it made everyone (except for me because I was terrible at it and hated losing). There were always many shrieks and shouts of dismay around the table.

6. Cribbage (1630)

For as long as I can remember, Cribbage and Backgammon are the two games that my parents would take out on camping trips and play as us kids were going to sleep. I never really fell in love with Backgammon, although I really wanted to like it – I loved the little folding suitcase-like box it came in with its cream and brown plastic disks and strange dice and dice cups. Every time I see a copy like that I’m tempted to buy it until I remember that I don’t actually like Backgammon. Cribbage, though, is a game that will always remind me of my father and I try to play with him whenever I visit home. But I’ll save all the things I like about Cribbage for another post.

7. Egyptian Ratscrew (1975)

In eighth grade, my math teacher suggested that I might enjoy joining the Math Team. I did, in fact. Very much. And this game was a math team favorite. That silly math team is probably the reason that I had any semblance of fun in high school at all, and this game (along with Asshole, which we called “scum” when the teacher was within earshot) was the primary way I bonded with my other teammates. I mean, what’s not to like about a card game where you’re never quite “out”, and violence is almost always the answer?

I still teach this every now and then as a game that’s relatively easy for non-gamers to pick up. I taught a group at my friend’s speakeasy-themed New Year’s Eve party this past year and the game ended when one of the women’s manicures drew (my) blood. I remembered to tell the women to take off their rings, but didn’t even give a thought to their claws….

(The game “Slamwich” is a version of this reinvented for children. The bread-shaped cards and lunchbox tin carrying case are cute, but I’d rather just stick with a regular deck of cards.)

8. Steal the Pack (on BGG as “Stealing Bundles”)

A game my mom grew up playing and taught it to us kids. Was never my favorite game to play, but I liked it because it was one that I never found in any books of games, and thus it felt like a bit of a family secret.

9. Taboo (1989)

Let’s be honest, this is a great game but the best part is being the person who gets to push the really annoying buzzer when the person next to you says a word on their card. I was dismayed to find out that new copies come with a squeaker instead. A squeaker?? You might as well never play this again because the buzzer is where it’s at.

10. Mouse Trap (1963)

Mouse Trap was my first experience with a Rube Goldberg machine. Who doesn’t love those things? It was always super frustrating when the mousetrap malfunctioned though.

There are a lot more games I could have added to this list: Clue, Connect Four (which I now hate), Battleship, Mastermind, Othello, Chutes and Ladders, Candyland. But I had to stop somewhere. What are your favorite gaming memories from your childhood?

Gaming Can Save Lives

This article from Ars Technica is a great personal narrative about one man’s struggle with deep depression and how the board gaming hobby has helped bring him out of the darkness.

I have suicidal depression—and board games saved my life

This is the part I found the most fascinating:

“Board games give me something that little else does. They give freedom within a constructed framework; players are given the social space to bounce off each other like carnival bumper cars, while remaining safe and bounded. Everyone jockeys to achieve something—whether to become king, to solve the puzzle, or to save the world. The objectives and rules form a kind of joyous arena in a 1990’s-style Gladiator gameshow where the players and walls are covered in brightly colored padding. In your game you might be trying to brutally murder another player’s character, but the game will always make sure that everyone is having fun, that everyone is safe. Every rule is a safety net, letting you walk the tightrope without fear. To someone terrified and unable to deal with social situations, this web of gameplay and rules can be an unbelievable gift.”

This resonated with me – one of the things I appreciate most about the board gaming Meetup group I’m part of is how our events are welcoming to newcomers. All of us are socially awkward weirdos of one shade or another, but once we get over the initial hurdle of welcoming a new person into our midst, and they get over the hurdle of taking that first step to show up to a new place as a stranger, it’s easy to involve them in a game and bring them into the fold. The rules and boundaries of board games make for a safe and structured social encounter. No small talk needed beyond “Hello” and “What kind of games do you like?”.

When I’m having a bad day, sometimes it’s a relief to know that no one will expect me to talk about my bad mood, my worries, or my stresses. Around the game table, none of that matters. My friends will accept me exactly where I’m at and then we’ll put aside everything to immerse ourselves in a game or two for a few hours.

On the other hand, though, sometimes I do want to talk about what’s going on, and that’s where I struggle. Game night can be so focused on the games that there’s not much room for depth of relationship. It’s almost a taboo to start conversations that take away from the game playing. Anything more than light banter is a distraction from the real reason we’re there, and I find myself longing for deeper connection with these people I spend up to 13 hours of each week with.

I’d love to hear from other people about their experiences with depression and board games, or depth of relationship in gaming groups/game nights.

The No-Good Children of Raven’s Hollow, Part 2

This is the continuing story of the children of Raven’s Hollow, who are terrible bullies and not very bright. A relatively faithful record of a game of The Extraordinarily Horrible Children of Raven’s Hollow that I played with friends on 5/13/16. You can read Part 1 here.

The No-Good Children of Raven’s Hollow, Part 2

“Hey, Benny! Bennnnnny!”

“Oh, hey, it’s No-Butt Sally! How’s it feel, having no butt?”

Sally pouted. “I do too have a butt!” She was wearing a pink dress that had once been pretty, but now it was torn and bedraggled. Her blond hair was pulled up into two ratty pigtails, and behind her she dragged a ratty blond-haired doll by the hair. Her face was smeared with dirt.

“Uh uh,” retorted Benny, who was leaning against a rotting fence, chewing bubble gum and kicking at some stones by his feet. “The other kids told me you stick a pillow down your tights to just make it look like you have a butt.”

Sally wrinkled her nose, lifted up the skirt of her dress, and turned around, wiggling her behind at the boy, who looked away in disgust. “Ew, that’s gross!”

“See, told you I have a butt,” she said, turning back around. “Hey Benny, I”m bored. I have an idea.”

Benny eyed her suspiciously. “It had better be a good idea, or I’ll tell all the kids about how I seen your no-butt with my own eyes.”

Sally ignored his insult. “Oh, it’s a great idea. You know how old man Withers takes his medicine at the same time every day?”

“You mean old man Smithers’ twin brother, the pastor?”

“Yeah, that’s the one! So, you should sneak into his house when he isn’t looking and switch his pills with some of Mrs. Harkins’ horse pills. I hear that she uses those pills to turn herself into a horse at night. Can you imagine the look on the old man’s face when he turns into a horse?”

Benny looked dubious. “But how am I going to get the horse pills?”

Sally grinned and procured a handful of monstrous pills. (I have no idea where she was keeping them. Maybe in the same place she keeps the pillow to hide the fact that she has no butt.)

“Whoa, how did you get those??”

“She just keeps them lying around! Are you gonna do it or what?”

Benny looked down the street where Mr. Withers’ house loomed large and foreboding. “I don’t know….”

“Oh, come on. I’ll keep guard. He won’t even know you’re in there.”

Benny nodded. “Okay, I’ll do it. Better than kicking these dumb stones around.” He pushed himself away from the fence and they walked down the street to where they could see Mr. Withers watching TV through his open front door.

Sally hid in the bushes outside the bathroom window while Benny snuck in through the front door. A raven settled itself on the porch railing, cocking its head to one side as it watched Benny disappear around the corner into the hallway.

“Watch out!” hissed Sally from the bushes a few moments later. “Mr. Withers just got up from his chair. He’s headed your way!” She heard a loud crash come from the bathroom, and hid even further down in the bushes, groaning.

“What was that? Who’s there?” asked the old man as he waddled his way to the bathroom. At that moment, though, the raven let out a loud shriek, and Mr. Withers turned around. He stepped out onto the porch and waved his hands at the bird. “Shoo! Get away from here, you filthy beast!” While he was distracted, Benny ran out the front door and away from the house, Sally following him.

“That was a stupid idea, Sally. I should know better than to listen to any more of your dumb ideas, No Butt.” He ran off, leaving Sally to cry about her stupid nickname.

***

(This is about the point where I’m losing interest in making this an interesting story. So I’m just going to record the details without being particularly concerned about literary quality.)

Later that afternoon, Benny found Laurie outside Town Hall. He could hear adults yelling loudly at one another inside. Laurie was drawing in chalk on the large statue of a horse that stood in front of the building. The statue was very creepy, posed in an unnatural position and with teeth bared.

“Laurieeeeeee. Laurie! I have a fun idea. You should go draw on the rooster on the roof of the old windmill, instead! If you do, I’ll give you your shoes back!”

The door to the old windmill was pretty much hanging off its hinges, so Laurie had no difficulty entering the building. A raven settled itself on the sill of an upper window that had long ago had its glass smashed out. Laurie climbed the rotting wood stairs, and the raven flew away as she pulled herself out through the window, cutting her hands on some jagged glass in the process. She carefully made her way to the roof, stuck her tounge out at Benny on the ground below, and began coloring in the rooster’s eyes and giving it green chalk hair. Benny, true to character, ran off before she could retrieve her shoes from him.

Benny’s fun ruined once again by the other children having far too many dice for their own good, he found Sally sitting outside the town’s one-room schoolhouse, playing with her doll, Mini Sally. She was brushing the doll’s dirty hair out with her fingers and tying it up into pigtails with a few pieces of twine, then taking it out and trying again.

Benny’s dare for Sally involved climbing in to the crawlspace in the back of the schoolhouse (don’t ask me why there was a crawlspace there) and getting one of the rats for him that had recently nested there. “I’d do it myself but you know, I’m too big to fit, so you need to do it for me.”

Sally succeeded in retrieving a rat… a baby rat. Which she flung in his face and ran off. Stupid boys.

***

Next, Benny found Jack sitting in the town’s gigantic Gothic cathedral. Why is there a Gothic cathedral? Why not? Jack was sitting near the altar with a Bible open in front of him, praying.

“Hey Jack! Guess what I found? An empty barrel. And you know what we should do with it? We should put you in it and roll you down some stairs!”

“No, Benny. Mr. Smithers is really mad at me for using his ladder, so I’m mad at you for getting me in trouble.”

“Aw, come on, it’ll be fun.”

“No, Benny. I won’t do it.”

Benny was annoyed. None of the kids were any fun. He grabbed Jack’s Bible and threw it in the font of Holy Water before running off to find a new victim.

***

A: Benny b. Sally. Sally is relaxing in a sailboat in the middle of the pond, reading a comic book with Mini Sally beside her. Jack reels her in by tying one of Laurie’s shoes to a rope and throwing it into the sailboat. Don’t remember what dangerous thing he dares Sally to do, but she tucks her comic book into the back of her tights, scandalizing Benny. And succeeds at the thing. Poor Benny.

R: Jack b. Benny. Jack finds Benny on the roof of the grain silo behind Mr. Smither’s house. He has a pigeon trapped under a plastic bucket and is trying to feed it some grain he stole. Jack has decided he now hates Mr. Smithers because he gave him a beating for being disobedient, and dares Benny to kick out the leg of the grain silo to knock it onto Mr. Smither’s house. (“It’s secretly weak!” “I don’t know, it looks pretty sturdy to me.” “That’s why it’s a secret!”) Ravens cause a ruckus, prevent the boys from carrying out their dangerous plan.

Ca: Benny b. Laurie: ride one of Mrs. Smith’s horses bareback. She succeeds, and decides to just stay on the horse indefinitely.

A: Benny b. Sally: Sally is building a house with sticks in a muddy section on the side of the road. Benny tells her to climb down into the gorge. If she falls, it’ll be okay ’cause it’s full of brambles that’ll cushion her fall. They’ll hurt a little but only as much as a bee sting, and those don’t hurt so much. Then she should get some brambles to build her house with instead of stupid sticks. Sally does it, ripping a strip of tulle off the bottom of her dress to protect her hands as she pulls up some brambles. (“Whoa, is this a stripping game now?!”)

C: Benny b. Jack: Jack is playing with his sailboat upriver from the dam. His sailboat is called the HMS Awesome. Benny: I’ll lower you down over the dam with this rope so you can catch me a fish. They get caught by an adult before Benny and Jack can attempt to do the stupid thing.

R: Jack b. Benny. Start a stampede in Mr. McGregor’s cow pasture. They’ll trample the mean old man. It’ll be great. Ravens prevent them from doing the stupid thing.

Ca: Benny b. Laurie: Using Mrs. Smith’s horse to smash Mr. McGregor’s pumpkins is dumb. Jump the gorge to prove how cool you are. She does so, to Benny’s dismay.

A: Jack b. Sally. Jack finds Sally coloring with a single yellow crayon in a pirate coloring book. “Hey Sally, did you know there are adults who pretend to be your friend, but they’re actually just the devil in disguise?” “Nuh uh. You’re just a dumb… um.. devil foot!” “Am not, my foot is aweseome! …. I named it after my sailboat.” “Sure, THAT foot may be awesome, but what about the OTHER foot?” Jack tells Sally to push Mr. Smithers out the library attic window. (“Can you imagine how mad it’ll make him?”) Mr. Smithers turns around at just the wrong moment, catching Sally in the act.

Epilogue:

The adults are horrified that Sally would try to push an old man to his death, and decide to send her away to the Institute to get “help”.

Horrified at the growing darkness in his soul, Jack drowns himself in the river.

Benny wanders into the woods in search of more animals to torture, and is never heard from again.

The adults realize that something is seriously wrong with the children in their town. Jack’s body has washed up on the shore. Benny has disappeared. Sally is being treated in the Institute. And Laurie, the wild girl with no shoes, has stolen Mrs. Smith’s horse and smashed Farmer McGreggor’s pumpkins and squashes. The adults decide to confront her. She shoots one of the adults’ horses in the eye with her toy bow and arrow, spooking the horse. It throws its rider and then tramples the poor man to death. Laurie escapes victorious and rides off into the overcast evening.

***

Would totally play this game again, but the conflict resolution mechanic wasn’t really working. I don’t know if we were all just rolling extraordinarily well, but it was much too easy for children to accomplish their dangerous deeds. I suppose they were occasionally rescued by adults or ravens intervening, though. I was just expecting more grim deaths. And a lot less dumb name calling. It was pretty cathartic to spend an evening with my friends calling each other variations on “buttface”. I think my favorite was “Butt Ears. You have poop coming out of your ears. And when there’s a weird smell it’s because of the poop.”

Also apparently when you’re in love (like Benny accused Laurie of being with Jack. Ew! (Casey and Chris are married in real life)) you can see the outline of a heart beating through your shirt. Unless you’re not actually in love. Then it’s just the outline of a butt.

I’m looking forward to playing this at Gamex and seeing how the card-driven version is different.

The No-Good Children of Raven’s Hollow, Part 1

Last night was a busy night at Math Haus. My housemates had friends over to play Pathfinder in the living room, and while they did that, I had a few friends over to play The Extraordinarily Horrible Children of Raven’s Hollow at the dining room table. The designer is running a session of the card-driven version (in development) at Gamex this coming Memorial Day weekend, but I found the original dice-based version on their website and it sounded like fun.

I now present to you….
The No-Good Children of Raven’s Hollow

A tale of mischief and bullying

Characters:
Benny, 6 1/2 years old, played by Ron
Laurie, undeterminate age, played by Casey
Jack, 8 years old, played by Chris
Sally, 7 years old, played by Me

Part 1

In Raven’s Hollow, the sun never shines.

Today was a day like any other. The adults of the town shuffled around, doing whatever boring things adults did. The sun did not shine, and the children entertained themselves as best as they could in the brown and gray world of ancient trees, mud puddles, tangled thickets, and decaying buildings.

Benny was in a foul mood, and was taking it out on a snake he’d found by the side of the creek. He wore a baseball cap (turned backwards, of course, like all the cool kids he saw on TV), and he was wearing a pair of dirty sneakers. They weren’t the cool sneakers he’d asked for, so instead he had drawn lightning bolts onto the sides with crayons. The shoes were stained strange colors from where he’d emptied the contents of a glow-stick onto them, trying to make the lightning bolts glow. (It hadn’t worked, hence the foul mood.) In his grubby hands Benny held a stick, which he was trying to poke in the snake’s mouth. The snake was having none of this, and kept snapping at the stick with sinister-looking fangs.

“Come on, snake. Just open a little wider, like that… no, hey! Not like that… Now, just stay still for a second…”

Just as Benny lunged forward with a decisive jab, a rustling in the brush surprised him, and he missed, stumbling forward. The snake made a sound that sounded suspiciously like a snicker.

“Hey Benny, what are you doing?” asked Laurie with a sneer as she emerged from the bushes.

“Oh, it’s just you.” Benny rolled his eyes. “Go away Laurie, I’m busy.”

Laurie was a tall, gangly girl with ratty ginger hair. She was wearing shiny patent leather shoes (still shiny because she’d been careful to avoid any mud puddles) and in one hand she was carrying a bright red balloon.

“I’m not doing anything,” she answered snottily. “What are YOU doing?”

“Trying to get this snake good,” Benny answered, scowling. “But it won’t stay still long enough.”

Laurie scoffed. “Only little kids poke at snakes with sticks. I dare you to poke the snake in the mouth with just your finger! You’re not scared, are you?”

Benny eyed the snake, which eyed him back. He looked at his finger, then looked back at the snake’s evil-looking fangs. He gulped, started to move toward the snake with one pointer finger extended, then thought better of it and shrugged.

“Nah,” he said. “That’s dumb. Who cares about a dumb old snake, anyway?”

Laurie snickered. “Oh yeah?” She took a few quick steps forward, grabbed the snake by its tail, and before Benny could do anything about it, she spun it in the air and flung it downstream into the creek. “I guess you won’t care if I do that, then.”

“HEY!” Benny shouted in protest. He scampered into the stream, but the snake was no where to be found. He turned back to Laurie, who was lost in laughter. “You’re just a dumb girl. Stupidface.”

“Whatever, Benny. You’re the stupidface.”

“Oh yeah? What kind of a stupidface carries a balloon, anyway? Balloons are more dumb than snakes.” He walked over to where Laurie was standing and narrowed his eyes at her, then reached forward and grabbed the balloon out of her hands before she had time to react. He released the string, thoroughly enjoying her shrieks of dismay as the balloon climbed up, up, up before getting tangled high in the limbs of an ancient, decaying tree.

“There. If you climb that tree and get your balloon, I might believe that you’re not just a stupid girl. And I won’t tell all the other kids how stupid you are. Stupidface.”

“Okay, I’ll do it,” said Laurie without a second thought. She carefully took her shoes off and placed them on a pile of dry leaves at the base of the tree. “I’m not going to get my shoes dirty, though.” She looked up at the tree, which was swaying in the breeze and making loud creaking noises. A large raven settled itself down on a branch not too far from her balloon. The branch seemed far too thin to support the weight of the massive bird, but Laurie thought that maybe it meant the tree was sturdier than it looked.

After another moment to gather her courage, ignoring the irritating taunts of Benny behind her, she squared her shoulders and started to make her way up the tree, carefully placing her hands and feet on the sturdiest-looking of the decaying branches. After a much shorter time than either child had expected, she was almost within reach of the balloon. The raven, still eyeing her, flew down a few branches and almost as though it was helping her, plucked at the balloon string with its beak, conveniently untangling it from the branches and dropping the end down to where Laurie could grab it. She tied it around her wrist and descended back to the ground.

“See?” she said, brushing the dust off her dress. “Easy.” She smiled smugly, reaching for her shoes. They were gone. She frowned.

“Are you looking for these?” Benny dangled them in front of her eyes, then snatched them away cruelly. “Finders keepers!” he said, and ran off into the forest, ignoring Laurie’s shouts behind him.

***

Jack was the largest of the children of Raven’s Hollow. Maybe not the oldest – it was possible that title went to Laurie, but none of them were entirely sure how old she was. No, Jack was simply the largest. Tall and wide. He would be intimidating except that he was a good, quiet child who preferred to spend his free time surrounded by books. Today he was working his shift at the library, pushing a rickety cart around and shelving books. In his back pocket was a copy of his favorite book, which he occasionally snuck out to read a few pages, tucking it away again quickly before the librarian, Mr. Smithers, caught him. Today, Mr. Smithers was no where to be found, so Jack was taking a longer than usual reading break. This is where Benny found him. Benny snatched the book out of the older boy’s hands.

“Hey, what the…?” Jack said, startled. He looked up, and sighed. “Benny! Give that back!”

But Benny was too quick for Jack, and tossed the book high onto the top of one of the bookshelves, laughing with glee.

“Who reads books, anyway? Why don’t you ever play outside, Jack boy? Books are for sissy girls.”

Jack decided to not point out the sissy girl shoes that Benny was wearing at the moment (Laurie’s shoes, in fact). Then he looked sadly at the top of the bookshelf. There was no way he could reach that high, despite being the tallest boy in his grade.

“Aw, Jacky boy lost his book! Hey Jack, I dare you to climb the rickety old ladder to get your book back.”

Jack hesitated. “But Mr. Smithers will be angry. I’m not supposed to use that ladder….”

“Are you… scared?”

“No!” Jack responded a little too quickly to be convincing. “But Mr. Smithers is my friend. I don’t want to make him mad.”

“Sounds like you’re scared to me. I’m gonna tell everyone else what a scaredy butt you were, can’t even climb a ladder without an adult…”

“Okay fine! I’ll do it!” Jack cried. He stormed off, and when he returned he was wheeling the old library ladder around from where the librarian kept it in a dusty corner. He placed it at the base of the shelves where he thought the book had landed. He grabbed the sides of the ladder, and climbed one rung, then another. The rungs creaked in protest, but they seemed to hold his weight safely. He successfully climbed to the top, retrieved his book, and on the way down, “accidentally” dropped a heavy hardcover book on Benny’s head.

“OW!” Benny shouted. He wrinkled his nose and stuck out his tounge. “You’re just a dumb butt face. Butt eyes! You have butts for eyes!” He ran off, rubbing his head and shouting insults behind him at poor Jack.

***

You can read Part 2 here!

Moar Mysterium

The session report from Wednesday’s game of Mysterium is done, as well as a session report for a session I played last night with a group of three brand new psychics. Read them here:

Mysterium Game #11 – Ghosts are Difficult Creatures

Mysterium Game #12 – Seances are Serious Business

Tonight’s gaming adventure involves some indie roleplaying games, including one about Extraordinarily Horrible Children, and possibly one about a creepy Witch House, or a science fiction game I’ve been itching to try for years called Shock: Social Science Fiction.

Also, I am now riding a horse called Fire Boy in Pocket Card Jockey. He is as awesome as he sounds and everything I could ever want in a racehorse. His owner, Mr. Blingman, is pretty happy with all the winning I’ve been doing. Except that I’ve lost a couple races in a row now that he’s getting closer to being an adult, and unless I can level him a lot more before he matures, he’ll have to be retired to the farm in not too much longer. Being a jockey is hard work! Even if you’re just a Solitaire jockey.

Urban Planning and Psych(ot)ic Visions

Last night our fearless leader Matt was out sick, but we persevered. After a long game of what I like to call “The Deciding-Which-Game-to-Play Game”, four of the menfolk decided to start with a game of Hearts, and the rest of us settled on Suburbia. I was pretty pleased because it’s a game that’s been on my “to learn” list for a while but whenever it’s come out I’ve either not felt like playing it or been more interested in something else. Considering we have a copy at my house I probably should have played it long ago but whatever.

In this game, I learned that I am not very good at city planning. I built a very pretty city, and scoffed at my neighbors’ cities filled with ugly airports and commercial parks. I started off well enough, and for a bit I was even leading the pack. My Redistricting Office ensured that I was in a significant lead for the middle part of the game.

But then, I discovered that building a city is much like racing horses as a Pocket Card Jockey. If you’re not careful to take it slow and steady, you will start using your resources faster than you can store them up, and in the final stretch you will get passed by the cities that played the long game, while you limp across the finish line with zero income, zero reputation, and nothing left but crushed dreams.

By the time we finished, the game of Hearts had been long over and they had moved on to Kingsburg. While the rest of us waited for them to finish up the last year and a half, we played a brief game of Qwixx. For a Gamewright game, Qwixx gets a lot of play in my circles – it’s one of my favorite fillers, actually. Good combination of quick and strategic, aesthetically pleasing, and not relying on bidding (which is not my favorite mechanic in the world). I was pretty pleased with my final score of 75 except that Byron managed to score a ridiculous score of 115. What even.

Qwixx and Kingsburg finished at about the same time, so we mixed it up a little. Half the group finished off the evening with a game of Dungeon Dice, and I managed to convince a group to play my 11th game of Mysterium with me. I’ve written about that more on my 100 Plays blog, but in short: we tried Hard mode for the first time, and lost, but not for lack of trying valiantly.

Another night of gaming complete! Tonight a friend is visiting from Nashville, so a few of us are gathering for dinner and maybe even some games (shock!).

We interrupt this program…

Tuesdays are generally light on gaming for me, so I thought this would be a good chance to share a few additional links.

100 Play Challenge – Mysterium

As I mentioned before, I am challenging myself to play Mysterium 100 times. No timeline, although I’d certainly like this challenge to not go on for so long that I lose interest.

“That’s crazy, April-Lyn! Why would you do that??”

Because I’m a bit sadistic, I suppose. And also because I’m looking forward to the deeper understanding and appreciation for the game that I should get from playing a game that intensely. Also should be a good way to see who are the real friends who stick by me even when they’re sick of my predictable game choices!

Here’s the link the blog I’m keeping to record all my play details and thoughts as I delve deeper and deeper into the madness of this challenge: 100 Play Challenge – Mysterium

Board Game Geek Top 10 Games Challenge

This is a personal challenge I made with myself, to play all the games in BGG’s top ten by the end of 2016. More specifically, to play the ones I hadn’t already played, as I was at least half way through the list at the beginning of the year. As games move in to the top ten, I’ve been adding those at my discretion depending on how interested I am in playing them. Star Wars Imperial Assault has never made the cut for me, and fortunately for me it has been bumped out of the top ten! The #1 game from that list that I want to play is Twilight Struggle, because it’s in a category of games I have zero experience with. Also because it has such an opinionated and stubborn fanbase, I’m curious to see what the fuss is all about.

The geeklist for that challenge is here: Top Ten Games Challenge 2016

Other Games I Want to Play

I keep a geeklist of all the games that people recommend to me or that strike my fancy for some other reason. Recently I decided to not remove the games from the geeklist once I’ve played them, but instead add a comment with my initial thoughts and the dates I finally played them.

I need to find a better way of tracking this but for now you can check out the geeklist here: Games I Want to Learn. And I always welcome game suggestions!

Because I Totally Needed a New Project

The last thing I expected to do when I moved to California is become addicted to board game nights. I’d been involved in a weekly game night with friends back in Massachusetts, but other commitments meant I hadn’t made it in years. I expected board games to be a great way to make new friends off and on, but not something I’d spend more than a few nights a month doing.

Instead, board games quickly took over. What started as a night a week playing Netrunner turned into two to three nights a week playing games for as long as 9 hours at a go, attending board game conventions in L.A., and eventually even hosting a monthly games day at my church.

I just started a blog to record my plays of Mysterium for the 100 Play Challenge on Board Game Geek, and because I don’t already have enough random pieces in my life to keep track of, I decided that writing about ALL of my gaming would be a fun project. Woo.

It’ll be a few days until my next tabletop game night, so I’m taking a break… with some video games and anime. First, a few rounds of this gem that I downloaded onto my 3DS last week called Pocket Card Jockey. You literally race horses by playing Solitaire. The better you are at Solitaire, the better your horse races. It’s ridiculous and completely addictive. Whenever I mention it, my friends look at me like I’m crazy. Of course these are probably the same naysayers who scoffed at me when I started playing Neko Astume, and then became addicted themselves. (I might have just made that up.) It’s hard being a trendsetter but someone has to do it. 😉

I also have a borrowed copy of  “The Cat Returns” (old Studio Ghibli film) that’s been waiting on my bookshelf for me to watch it, so I figure that’s a good thing to do on a lazy night by myself.

Next board game night is Wednesday, so I’ll have more to say about actual tabletop games after that. This week is looking like a busy one for games, so stay tuned!