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Anthony Boydell
United Kingdom
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Tony approaches; his weapon is raised nervously.
> TALK TO TONY
What do you want to say to TONY?
> SAY "HELLO TONY"
Tony says: "Hello ARFARKENBAR"
> SAY "SH*T"
Tony says: "The parse routines filter for rude words in twenty-seven languages. Please do not swear again or you will be logged off."
> SAY "NICE WEAPON"
Tony says: "The parse routines filter for double entendres in twenty-seven languages. The penalties for such offences will be stiff."
> SAY "PROMISES, PROMISES"
Tony says: "I don't understand."
> SAY "CAREFUL, YOU COULD HAVE SOMEONE'S EYE OUT WITH THAT"
Tony does not reply. He raises his fearsome tool...
> TICKLE TONY
TONY drops his sword and collapses to the ground in fits of giggles.
> GET SWORD
You get Tony's sword.
> KILL TONY WITH SWORD
The cursor blinks, waiting for you to press <CR>
Lordy, but its been a birrova drought games-wise this last week or so.
I passed up a chance to visit Hemel Hempstead on Tuesday - couldn't face the drive (only 16 miles / 30 mins) or the late return (usually between 11.30 and 12.00), so ended up eating a mediocre chinese takeaway in front of Grand Designs on More 4.
All my hopes were resting on Wednesday night, though it seemed everyone was doing something else: Iain revising for imminent law exams (WTF?), Carl preparing for DMF German-place and Ray was off-network and (therefore) un-pingable. When Carl is unavailable, all of his children are also unavailable (in a twisted BGG version of Bagpuss stylee), so it was a thin prospect all round.
Luckily, Ray pulled it out of the fire and trundled up in his far-to-big-for-him-VW - setting us up for something 3 player!
First off, and ringing the changes a little, was Agricola: Farmers of the Moor but in its purest form ie. family game board and cards, no occupations and a mix of Easy/Complex FotM Minor Improvements only. The two week agrarian hiatus certainly seemed to affect my play and I never really got going - at least, not compared to Richard and Ray. I had both ovens, grain in fields, pastures etc but I kept forgetting you needed to HEAT the house as well, and I missed taking required Fences three turns on the trot *facepalm*. Ray took it with 50, followed by Richards mid-40s and my risible 36.
There was a brief interval while we purchased chips and beer, walking across to the shopping precinct in t-shirts and shorts - a beautiful, balmy evening punctuated by the cries of bike be-straddled urchins effing and blinding (is that a lark? No, it's a scumbag teen bellowing 'facking cam orn').
Ignoring my own plaintive cries for some retributive Glory to Rome, the 'group' settled on The Pillars of the Earth; the first time I've played this in over 2 years (and probably only the 3rd time played EVER). Richard laid out the game with the expansion board and other extra bits and pieces (Spielbox), provided a succint reminder of what happens and we set to. This really IS a lovely little worker-placement game which, while looking fiddly and over-wrought, plays in a very straightforward manner. I enjoyed it immensely even though my lack of experience showed and I fell in 3rd place, 2 points behind Ray and 7 points behind Richard. I take comfort in the fact that I wasn't ridiculously behind.
Now...tomorrow is a Friday: The White Lion in Ross-on-Wye beckons - I think an afternoon of Espressos will be in order, and hopefully we'll see Boffo, Smudge and maybe even Jobbers, for some further Uwe-the-top shenanigans.
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