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a block of wood's search for the meaning of it all and the battles he is forced to fight to become the ruler of all the lands -- a destiny denied him by evil forces. His birthright awaits. Will he forge his destiny as strives for acceptance on the path to self and fortune? Dare you follow him into the dark forbidden lands that wait just beyond the Euro-forests?



[NOTE 1: the following is based on the "Hero's Journey", a concept Joseph Campbell gleened from his study of traditional tales and myths; it uses Christopher Vogler's interpretation of the Monomyth.]

[NOTE 2: I will be adding 1-2 items each day until a complete tale of the our hero emerges. I would appreciate it that no one added any items to this list, though comments are fine.]
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1. Board Game: Agricola [Average Rating:8.03 Overall Rank:16]
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Chapter 1: Meep's Ordinary World

Meep grew up in a small house that his father had just expanded to make room for him. It was located in an idyllic setting, just to the east of the great castle that dominate the land.

It was a hard life. Farming and harvesting. Farming and harvesting. Checking the fields for weevils and rodents, then farming and harvesting some more.

Dad, who did not look a whole lot like Meep, would often stand next to the fields with a forelorn look on his face. He would lift a fine stein -- the family's one expensive possession -- to his lips and gulp the fine northwestern beer he would purchase with the profits they made from farming and harvesting. He would do this liberally. Then Dad would set off to the barn, and the sheep would bleat, and many would run from the premises. It was poor Meep's job to round them up.

Mom, who could not afford shoes, and who also looked nothing like Meep, would always lounge about the house popping out babies. She would complain and yell at her husband, "How could you do this me?" And "You have your sheep to take care off?" Then Dad would drink some more.

Meep's seven brothers, all much shorter than him and a few with odd faces, would always be at work. Farming and harvesting. Or extending the house for the newest arrival. Raising another barn. And building up the fences and borders of the family farm.

Meep, though, felt that there had to be more than this. He often looked into the Near Dark Forest and up toward the Smoking Mountains and felt a pull that he could not explain.

But there were always chores to be done. More crops to add. Rabbits and other critters to chase away. Weeds to be pulled. Sheep to be gathered and cleaned. He had little time in his day for such daydreams, though he could not put them out of his mind entirely.

"One day," he told himself, shaking his head in resignation. "One day."
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Chapter 2: A Call to Adventure

A herald arrived in the village one night. All the locals were excited and ran to the recently constructed tavern to hear what he had to say. Meep, being just a small block, snuck into the place and no one noticed him there. The boy hid beneath a table, or more accurately as part of the table.

The newcomer drank his ale and spit. Meep did not blame him. The villagers knew little about brewing and just fermented what ever grew in their fields and called it beer.

The herald looked around the room, catching the eye of everyone there. Meep was certain that the man had seen him. The man looked familiar somehow. He then produced a foxed scroll and unrolled it, holding the parchment in front of him. Meep could see strange symbols where the candlelights illuminated it.

"The king has decreed that, as this village lies in a strategic location, a fortress will be built on this site," the man intoned, then sipped some more of the foul local beverage.

A hubbub of hushed voices circulated through the room. Those faces that Meep could see looked worried, like Dad did when the outhouse door would open and nothing would come out. Words like "what", "but", "if", "here", and "holy squirrel poop" were repeated.

The man then left the tavern, got on his horse and rode off hurriedly. He kept spitting, as if trying to get some taste out of his mouth.

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A month passed and workers started arriving. Among them was a man with a crown, who had to be the single ugliest man Meep had ever seen.

"He's the King, he is," a neighbor said. "Got some sort of sword lobbed at him, then used it to cut down the old one."

The man walked around the village with his nose in the air; he was better than these 'snoots', after all. He either held his arms folded against his body, or nervously handled his scepter. Phrases like "war is a lifestyle" and "I really like gorgeous bits" were often heard passing the man's lips. When he returned to his tent, so others said, he played with maps filled with many toys and hundreds of different types of dice.

The thought of dice made Meep queazy, though he could not quite explain why.
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Chapter 3: Refusing the Call

Meep watched as the fortress rose. He felt powerless within its shadow. A single massive tower was built and King Embee filled it with his growing dice collection. Occassionally a few of them would pop out. The sound of all their shaking and rattling filled him with unearthly dread.

"How goes the curtain wall, Enstein," the king asked his master builder.

"Well, milord. It should be up within a fortnight."

"Good. We need to raise it before the enemy realizes this a war. They want to end our lifestyle and impose their abstract concepts and cold, hard economic systems upon us. I have no time, or patience, for auctions."

"As you say, milord," the master builder, Weak Teeves, replied. "We need to be ready when they come. Then launch a counterstrike."

"Counterstrike!" the King drooled. "Ooh. I love that word."

Meep had been present for that conversation, hiding himself as part of a chair.

Thoughts assembled in poor Meep's head and feelings of doom persisted. What could he do, though. He was just one small meeple in a larger world. And an ordinary meeple, at that. What could he do? He just wanted to return to his home and not worry about such hard topics as war and luck and dice.

"Why should I get involved," he said and headed home.
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Chapter 4: The Mentor

"Why indeed." Meep heard someone say behind him. "Why get involved at all?"

He turned around only to see a man in dark cloak and a silver mask covering his face. The image transfixed Meep.

"I am Aldimort," the stranger said. "I come from afar. From a place I doubt you've heard of Meep. A city called Dahl Es. It is across the sea, in the kingdom of Merteks Akasi." This place did indeed sound strange to Meep's ears, but there was something reassuring about the man. How did he know Meep's name, though?

"I am a Seer," Aldimort said. "I know many, many things."

"I need to get home," Meep said. "To my parents."

"Ah, but there is the rub. Have you never wondered about that strange birthmark that you carry?"

Meep rolled up his sleeve and looked at the familiar sign. It formed two letters. "RK" above a hawk-headed man.

"Yes," Meep cried in a shaken voice. His whole body quivered.

"It is you father's name. Your real father's."

"No!" Meep yelled and ran from the scene.

"The time is now," Aldimort yelled. "Soon the auction will begin and every man must take his place at the table."
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Chapter 5: The First Threshold

Things just did not make sense in Meep's head. Yet what the stranger said seemed to make the most sense that he had ever heard.

"Soon the auction will begin," the words rang in his head as he entered the four story house. He had eleven new sisters, more than a few with sheepish grins.

Nervously Meep walked up the stairs and knocked on Mother's door.

"Enter," she said.

Meep did so, and she looked ready to pop out another one. "Only one more of these bastards, and Dad will be able to afford a plow," she said. "I am so, so tired of his old way of plowing."

"Mom," Meep said.

"So, which one are you?"

"Meep," he said, and her eyes widened. "Am I your son?"

"Y-y-yes. Why do you ask?"

Her reaction told Meep everything he needed to know. He headed for her door, as she said, "You are Ra!neer Kaniz Ia's son. The old king's. We had to take you in to protect you. Master Skeleton is still scouring the land looking for the last of the old king's brood."

Meep wept. Then left the house.

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He found Aldimort near the new walls, hiding in their shadow. The fortress's tower of dice had a symbol on them. "AT".

"Master Aldimort," Meep said nervously, "is it true?"

"Yes. You are the old king's son. Now we need to get you out of here before King Embee realizes who you are. Also, Field Marshal Skeleton is sending his Nazgul to this place. Should they have more red tiles than I do then the battle will be lost."

"I do not understand," Meep said, still looking up at the massive tower.

"You will. In time." Aldimort produced a small black drawstring bag from his robes, reached his hand inside it and said. "The rivers. We have to cross the two great rivers. Are you ready."

"I suppose," Meep said, looking back at the village that had been his whole world up to this point.

The two of them departed.
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Chapter 6: The Road of Trials, aka Tests, Allies, & Enemies

There were many rumors in the inns and taverns Meep and Aldimort had visited. Word was Lord Skeleton himself had taken the field. His Nazgul could not yet come into field, as the stars were not in their proper allignment. Yet the fearsome commander hoped to play his cards right.

Aldimort produced many wonders from his mysterious black drawstring sack. Cards that provided stealth or protection. Gold that paid for their rooms and meals. But the most fabulous things of all were the glistening Veeps that would enthrall any who saw them.

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"Where are we going," Meep asked one day into their journey.

"To seet an old friend."

They headed north, and east and west, into the frozen wilderness. There, in the high mountains, they came to an old cabin protected by a bear. Sitting on a rocking chair by the door was a large, muscular man busily polishing a 2-handed broadsword.

"Can I help you," the man said in a voice that made the mountain shake.

"If that is how you treat your friends Frozen Toe, I'd hate to be one of your enemies."

"Aldimort," Frozen Toe smiled, then ran up and hugged the man. "It's been a long time. A long time."

"Agreed," Aldimort said.

"You here for a game?" A big grin crossed the swordsman's lips.

"No. We need your help. Once you served the king -- "

"Don't give me any of that crap. What do you want?" The man's demeanor changed in an instant. Meep felt him grow much colder than the surrounding wilderness.

"This is the old king's son," Aldimort pointed at Meep. "We need to get him to Ludo before Skeleton and the Nazgul strike."

"Ludo's mad, but yes," Frozen Toe looked resigned. "I will help you, 'mort. But this is the last time. The last time. You hear."

The man packed and they left for warmer climes.

-----

Aldimort taught Meep some of the secrets of the drawstring bag and of the most fabled Magic known to Man: Marketing.

The 3 men crossed the lands of Widarich, ruled by the weak King Shill. He asked them many questions, and Meep felt dirty after the night had passed. The kind of unclean feeling only time would take away.

There was a gleam in Shill's eys as they left. "Nothing good can come of that," Meep thought as they left the man's pitiful domain.
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Chapter 7: Approaching the Inmost Cave

Meep learned only a few of the lessons Aldimort taught him, but he felt confident nonetheless. The tricks he knew he felt he knew well, and would practice them over and over again.

Frozen Toe would regale them with tales of the old days and his service to Meep's father. He would sharpen his sword and practise with it, always ready to use it, as he kept his always searching eyes on the lookout for danger. Meep was starting to like the grizzled, old veteran. He was a good man, despite his gruff demeanor.

The trio had stopped at the bottom of a horshoe hill within a rocky badland. They finished off the remnants of their food and drink.

"We are being followed," Aldimort said as he pulled a black stone from the drawstring bag.

"I know," Frozen Toe said. They have been keeping pace with us for days."

"Someone sold us out," Aldimort nodded gravely in the warrior's direction.

"Shill," Meep said and the other two men looked at him. He was not sure if it was appraisal or admiration within those wizened gazes.

Frozen Toe spoke, but what he said was not what Meep was expecting. "They're getting closer." Meep looked up and saw pebbles falling from above. "Run!" The old warrior screamed and they set off at a trot.

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Hours later, sweaty and thirsty, the group found themeselves within a narrow valley. But the stream cutting its way through it allowed them to refill their empty waterskins. They had no choice in which way to go, as their enemies had to be near its entrance.

"This is just like one of those damned Meritrash scenarios," Frozen Toe said, breaking the silence.

"Embee would love that," Aldimort said, and shook his head. The two men laughed.

"Ludo's house is not far from here," Frozen Toe said. "I see the signs of the barony of Nova Yersi."

"Like what?" Meep asked, confused.

"That one," the other man pointed.

Meep read the placard, and became even more confused: "All Pieces must turn Left by first entering the Right hand side of the Board."
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Chapter 8: The Ordeal

The second placard Meep saw confused him more than the first. It read, "Tlantic City: do not pass Go, do not collect $200".

He stared transfixed by the sign. "How can anyone pass Go," he kept repeating.

Frozen Toe grappled the boy away from the sign and threw him to the ground. "That sign is cursed," he said. "It's all right. We are not heading that way. Ever."

They walked a while passing a swamp called "the Meadow Lands", and all at once all the things Aldimort had said about Marketing fell into place. Meep could auction off anything and people would buy it, as long as he himself believed the line that he was selling. He stood atop a high mountain: he could build structures, or kindoms, or even empires. Every thing was simple now, and the whole world was Meep's to understand. It all had to do with commodities. That is what King Embee could never comprehend.

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The house ahead of them filled Meep with dread. Its fence was made of bones (dice!) and topped with camels that he had a strange affinity to. Beyond stood a cabin upon sheeps' legs and danced around, doing a jig to a polka.

"Be careful," Frozen Toe said, his sword in his hand.

"Hello and welcome all," a funny little man popped out. "I be Saint Jingles of the horse clans, answerer of questions, equestrian questioner, camel whisperer, crapper in the weaving huts, and guardian of the paths."

"Cut that out, Ghoula," Frozen Toe stared at the man and raised his sword.

"Oh, a tough guy. Well you're still not getting past me if you don't answer these questions three."

"I am not in the mood for this," Frozen Toe said and swung his sword. It stopped a hair's width away from Ghoula's brow and shook as if it had struck a stone wall.

"Okay, now where was I?" Ghoula checked his pockets and produced a list of questions. "What is the main ingredient in Carrot Soup?"

"Carrots," Meep said.

"So close, but wrong."

"Carrots!" Meep said, believing it with all his heart. "Tasty, juicy carrots freshly picked."

"Okay, okay," Ghoula relented, then muttered under his breath, "Nobody has a sense of humor around here." He looked down at his list and asked, "What is my mother's name?"

"Mom," Meep said.

"Okay, you may pass."

"But that's only two questions," Meep looked at the strange little man confused.

"It's okay," Frozen Toe said. Aldimort nodded, then shook his head and muttered, "Ghoula."

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Inside the house a woman busily arranged and rearranged the furniture and her little chatchkis. Paintings of famous witches lined her walls. Apples were everywhere, and a few were clearly marked, "Do not eat: Poison" and "Poison: reserved for special friends". She paid the group no mind as they entered.

Ludo moved to the table and looked inside a book and said, "Gluug-moo-zaam-biih! A perfect formula. I win."

A man suddenly appeared. He had blended into the furniture and the rugs and everything else, which was hard since all of the colors of the room were kaleidoscopic.

"Triumphed over moi you have yon. But victory goes to the colored and the colorful, says Grogs." The man leapt onto a broom and flew out of the house as if all the hounds of Meritrash were chasing him. His broom trailed sparks in multiple colors in such a way that made Meep's head hurt.

"Oh, there you are," Ludo said, tapping her foot on the floor. "You come into my house! You bring no gifts! You chase away my guest! Why I should turn you all into newts!" The fury in the imperious woman's voice was palpable. Frozen Toe and Aldimort had said that she was mad. Meep panicked as she reached for a massive bag of dice and tossed them at the trio.

The spilling dice turned to doves, which flew from the room.

"Good to see you too," Frozen Toe said and lifted Ludo off the ground kissing both cheeks. She laughed and blushed. Aldimort kissed her hand. This was not at all what Meep was expecting.

"I thought you said she was mad," he whispered into Aldimort's ear.

"Yes. For games." The Seer turned to her and said, "Ludo, this is the old king's son."

Her eyebrows rose and she bent knee and said, "Your highness."

"We need to know what to do," Aldimort said. "My tricks fail me and the enemy grows stronger every day."

She consulted the book and said, "Moo-goo-gai-pan! Take him to Embee's stronghold. Fortress Meritrash! There you will find the answers that you seek. There death surely awaits you with sharp and pointy teeth. Do you dare to face their illusions and spells and megadice-catapults? Do you have the marbles, Aldimort?"

The seer looked into his drawstring bag and said, "Marbles. Check."

There was a knock on the door.

-----

"Candy-Camels for Mongo," someone said as the door opened. "Candy-camels."

The door splintered as it flew from the door and the Nazgul entered, for their turn of draw had arrived. Behind them Lord Skeleton laughed. "Get them. Let no one escape. I need to gloat once they are all captured, these bleedin' wankers. That Aldimort will keep yappin' and yappin' and yappin'. I especially want to gloat over him." The Field Marshall yelled profanity-laced encouragements to his troops.

"Go," Aldimort said and swung his quarter-admin-staff at the beasts. "I will hold them off."

"I cannot leave you old friend," Frozen Toe moved to face the monsters.

"Protect the boy. He is what matters." The Seer tossed his bag at Meep. "Use it wisely son."

"Not! In! My! House!" Ludo ran at the Nazgul, throwing books, chatchkis, and anything else she could get her hands on at Skeleton and his servants.

Frozen Toe and Meep ran out the back door, the boy holding on to the drawstring bag.

Screams came from the house. The first were otherworldly. Then came a woman's startled cry. Finally, Aldimort's words were silenced.

A tear ran down Frozen Toe's cheek.

"We head for Fortress Meritrash and there, I swear, 'mort, you will be avenged."

They followed the road passed bazaars and strip malls and suburb villages of Nova Yersi. They had a goal. Face certain doom and bring down the harsh hand of justice on those who destroyed the Seer.
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Chapter 9: The Reward (Seizing the Sword)

Meep and Frozen Toe left Nova Yersi and headed toward Embee's Fortress of Antiwood. Not long into this trek they found the terrain changing subtly and oddly. Every area was becoming clearly deliniated via straight lines, either into squares or hexagons (which from this point forth would be referred to as squares).

A sadness filled the two men as they camped on an odd plain, with two lakes in its center.

"Aldimort was a good man," Frozen Toe shook his head. "A good man."

Meep looked into the fire and wondered what would happen now. He wanted to go home. Forget about all this destiny stuff, and just become again a simple farmer's son. Mostly though, he feared the tales he had heard from travelers about the greatly feared Fortress Meritrash, and Lord Skeleton's Castle Numbskull -- places where men fought to the death, using dice and rude comments.

"I want to go home," he said at last, crying. He wept at the thought of player elimination and the sheer unfairness of it all.

"So do I, Meep. So do I."

Frozen Toe packed up his things and turned north, away from the sign for the Dork Lord's domain. "I've had enough. There's just the two of us, boy. No way an old soldier and a cube like you can take on the armed might of all those warmasters."

"We could call for help. Surely the old king had followers who would rally to his banner, even if it were held by just a simple wood chip like me."

"Look kid, those days have passed. We need to - ," Frozen Toe stopped in mid-sentence. His mouth hung open and he reached for his sword.

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Meep looked up from the fire. Tower shields moved toward them -- hundreds upon hundreds of them. They were doomed.

"Prepare to die," a voice rose from behind one of the massive shields.

"We won't go easily," the old warrior retorted.

"Frozen Toe!" The voice seemed shocked and angry. Meep knew the end had come.

"Octagon?" Frozen Toe asked, flustered, "What are you doing here?"

"Hiding as Meritrash loyalists and gathering the old king's forces. It's the last thing Embee and Skeleton would expect. And, by the way, that's General Octagon to you." The man who stepped from behind one of the shields had a broad smile on his face, which put Meep at ease.

"Welcome, friend," Frozen Toe said, as they clasped arms. "This is Meep," he pointed to him. "The old king's son."

A rush of sounds milled through the crowd. Men, and even a few women, stepped from behind their shields to look at the boy. "It is," one of them said. "A spitting image," said another, who was answered by someone chiding him, "Don't be daft."

Over the next few hours the group discussed what had happened, and spent most of the rest of the night trying to formulate a plan. General Octagon and his men would launch a frontal assault, but that was to be a feint to get Meep and Frozen Toe in through the postern gate, which King Embee kept open for his all-night pizza and caffeinated beverage deliveries. His forces would never expect Kaniz Ia loyalists to engage them in direct confrontation.

Come the morning, the group removed all signs of their presence at the lakeside camp.
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Chapter 10: The Road Back (the Return/the Pursuit/the Chase)

General Octagon unfurled a banner and raised it high. Four oddly colored images of the same man were in the flag's corners -- Meep felt elation on seeing those smiling visages -- and a large yellow cube that looked very much like Meep was in the center.

"Octagon had Drew666 sew on that middle bit while you had slept," Frozen Toe said.

"General," Octagan said, and smiled. He turned to his followers and cried out, "For Game and Country!"

A joyous cry rose through the assembled crowd.

They set forth. Many of the old king's followers rallied to the banner as the army crisscrossed the lands, following a pattern Meep created by drawing cards from the magical drawstring bag.

-----

Frozen Toe, who had been leading the scouting parties for the force, returned quickly, his camel lathered. "Behind us," he said, huffing. "Skeleton. Nazgul. Elves. Dwarves. And - some - stuff - you - would - not - believe."

Meep reached into the drawstring pouch, hoping to find something that could hide them all, but their army was too large and he had not been paying too much attention when Aldimort had shown that trick.

"They're closing fast," Frozen Toe said.

"We march," Octagon said. "Double-time, people! Double-time!"

"It's no use," the grizzled old warrior told him, putting a hand on the General's shoulder. "We'll have to tap this land and fight our battle here. And hope we have enough survivors to carry out the plan."

Octagon shook his head. He looked resigned.

Meep, still holding the bag, said, "No, General. Keep going. I have an idea."

The force hurriedly moved, most of their heads looking backward and awaiting the inevitable call to choose their ground and fight. Most of them, being Yuros, had no experience in direct confrontation, despite Octagon's training and a few basic drills. They prepared themselves to be eliminated. A few openly wept.

"This has to work," Meep said, feeling horrible for the near-panicked multitude. They were willing to die for him, so he had to do something.

His inspiration came from something Ludo had said, as he pulled a prismatic, multi-colored marble from the sack. "Shield your eyes," he yelled. "Shield your eyes!"

-----

Nothing happened. Meep had failed. Everyone would be collected by Skeleton and his rapidly assembling troops.

A flash.

"Shield your eyes," Frozen Toe yelled. "And your damned ears, too." There was hope in his voice!

Multi-colored sparkles and confusing spells rang out. "Grogs is moi! And moi is Grogs. Prepare to meat your preparers, hee-hee. Whispering solitude, fortress of doom, welcome to my world -- it's a cartoon!"

The area expoded into a riot of colors. Shapes changed. And nothing, absolutely nothing, seemed to make any sense at all.

"Run!" Octagon commanded.
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11. Board Game: Risk [Average Rating:5.58 Overall Rank:14501]
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Chapter 11a: The Resurrection (Part 1)

They had fled from the area most of their force had come to call "the Plain of Grogs". Skeleton's army had been delayed long enough to prevent an all-out battle there. Hopefully it would be long enough away so as not to arrive in time to become the hammer for the awaiting anvil below -- the massive deployment of infantry, cavalry, seige engines, and a few things Meep did not understand but dreaded: the I's, V's, and X's.

"It looks bad, General," Frozen Toe said.

"You said a mouthful, but don't let it happen again."

"Are we ready," the grizzled veteran asked, ignoring the chiding remark. Meep had learned that Octagon was full of such comments.

"I suppose." Octagon turned his troops and yelled, "Left flank and right flank advance." It took a few moments, as the Yuros had great difficulty understanding the concept of battle formations. Once they formed up, and the two flanks advanced together, he called out, "Center advance with me," and led them from the front. He had expressed regret at not having a reserve, but there were too many forces deployed against them to not put up as large a front as possible to let Meep and Frozen Toe to make their way for the postern.

All these battle tactics confused Meep. But he understood about gaining a better position than one's foe, doing the unexpected, and using deception -- so battle was not that different from auctions after all. Another fact that had eluded Embee.

"The die is cast," Octagon yelled. This confused Meep to no end.

The advancing force formed a perfect screen, so none of the Meritrashers paid any attention to two pieces moving away from the battle-line. They must have figured that Meep and Frozen Toe had been flipped and routed. Besides, battles were won in the clash of many, not by the actions of a few.

The two men made it to the postern door. It was locked.

"What the F," Frozen Toe said. "I mean, what the F."

"What do we do now," Meep asked.

"Return to the lines and fight. What other choice do we have?"
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12. Board Game: Magic: The Gathering [Average Rating:7.45 Overall Rank:157] [Average Rating:7.45 Unranked]
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Chapter 11b: The Resurrection (Part 2)

Meep and Frozen Toe turned ready to meet their end on the field of battle. It was time.

"Psst," someone said.

Meep turned around, seeing King Embee's herald inside the postern gate. Just then Frozen Toe said, "Moon Aral?"

"Afraid so," the herald replied.

"Meep," Frozen Toe turned to him, "this is your half-brother. On your mother's side."

"Huh," the boy looked dumfounded.

"Yeah, the Yuro Law Code clearly states that only a native can legitimitely wear the king's crown." Moon Aral bowed. "Damned Doytch Yuros and their bloody #@$!ing precision." He unbolted the door and said, "Hurry up. The main party has already started."

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Meep and Frozen Toe kept to the shadows, barely avoiding several guard patrols.

"You there," a guard called out. The duo froze in place.

A suit of armor fell not far from them, the metal clanking hurt Meep's ears and he thought he heard a growl from the drawstring bag. Quickly he drafted a card. All would be well, he told himself. All would be well.

"Sir," another said, "it's just a mangy old mutt."

A dog ran from the shattered suit and the guards set off in pursuit of it, leaving Meep and Frozen Toe to continue their journey.

Up ahead, through the massive oaken doors they heard maniacal laughter, frightened cries and tortured screams. The smells of human sweat, roasting flesh, and acrid smoke wafted through the opening.

Frozen Toe drew his sword, looked at Meep and nodded. He pushed open the door.

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Horror. Torture. Of the most inhuman kind. King Embee was mad. And crazy. No one could do this to a fellow player. No one. Meep could not believe what he was witnessing. He very nearly wept.

King Embee pranced around the large table laughing, "Muh-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah! And hah-hah some more. You've failded dear Aldimort. Failed. You failed your chance. You poor result led to that -- your poor toss of the dice -- and it lacks that draft thing that you speak of so fondly. Now I shall toss you into the abyss of prison, then toss your relatives into the street, destroy their homes, and put up high-rises and casinos there! Yes."

Only then did Meep understand the new King's depravity. Forcing others through Trumpolopy was the vilest form of torture ever devised. But at least the Seer was alive, though he could not take much more of this.

Ludo was encased in chits and placed below a cheet of lucite. Embee's minions used her to delineate their terrain. She saw Meep and smiled.

"Embee the time for games has passed," she said. "At least for your kind."

"What! The witch speaks. Even now my minions grind down the last of your damned bloody kind. And I wear the crown of the old king. Me." He paused, took a sip of something with a vile color. "Soon the time of the Yuros will be only a passing memory." He laughed, getting something caught in his throat. Embee's minions rushed to his side.

"He's tapped," Frozen Toe whispered. "Now's our chance."

The grizzled veteran rushed forward, slicing with his sword and downing others with cutting remarks, until only Embee remained. It was the usurper's end.

"Catch," Embee said and threw something into the air. One pack of cards. Which spawned others. And boosters.

"Oh, no," Frozen Toe said, watching them fall. Drool ran from one side of his lips as he fell to the ground, desperately trying to collect them all. "Rare," he panted. "Need more rares."

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Meep had seen enough.

"The day of the CCG has passed," he said, opening the drawstring bag.

"No," Embee cried as he advanced, "it is only just beginning."

"I see a future where Wizards shall cook their own goose and those Meritrashers you love, the Brothers Has and Parker, shall destroy them."

"No," Embee pleaded, unsure of himself. He grabbed a box of Twilight Imperium and opened it, the shiny bits tantalyzingly mesmerizing. "Look at them, boy. Look. Pretty toys. You know you want them."

Meep struggled to grab the box, eager to get his hands on the contents.

"And it's got a theme!"

That word. It snapped Meep out of the box's grip. He drafted a card from the bag and tossed at Embee, who staggered back.

"I," Meep said, throwing a tile with each word as if they were shurikem. "Just. Want. To. Play. A. Good. Game. And to hell with theme."

At those words Embee staggered. The crown fell from his head and he started to weep, balling his body into a fetal position. His eyes glazed over. He knew, now, that the end had come.

"A cube," Embee whimpered. "Done in by a cube."
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13. Board Game: El Grande [Average Rating:7.79 Overall Rank:53]
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Chapter 12: Return with the Elixir

Aldimort bent knee to Meep and placed his father's crown upon his head, granting the boy majority control within the realm. The boy smiled and handed the drawstring bag to the Seer.

"Keep it," Aldimort said. "You have earned it."

"No," Meep looked across the assembled knights and caballeros who had supported him, "I will make my own. Besides which, I need someone to watch over and protect my realm. A man I can trust."

"Frozen Toe," he called.

"Yes, Grande," the grizzled warrior stepped forward.

"I declare," Meep whispered in his ear, "that from this day forth you shall be the realm's spymaster and secret defender of the realm." Meep handed him some gift certificates, good for free games and building a castillo. He winked at the old soldier.

"Thank you," Frozen Toe said.

"Octagon, I declare you the new Field Marshall of all the assembled forces and keeper of the Nazgul." Octagon paled at that. The Nazgul would need to be kept within the prison at Mount Doom and someone had to watch them, but he was the man for the job. He smiled, smirked, and called on a couple of his "boys" to take their posts in watching them. "I also declare you," Meep continued, "Warden of the Lands. Your task is to keep the peace and watch the borders for threats."

"Finally a job," Octagon muttered under his breath, " and a title that I am worthy of."

"Embee! You are banished from this realm. Those that choose to follow you may do so. And those that stay, we'll be keeping our eye on them. So no funny stuff."

Skeleton looked down, unsure of how to react. His skill with profanity-laced diatribes left him momentarily. Where would he go? He smiled and nodded; he was, after all, a mercurial figure and could travel between both worlds.

Embee called out, "I'll be back. All you Yuros will fall again below the terrible swift boot of my vengeance! Muh-hah-hah-hah-hah!" He was escorted to the edges of the realm, where the wild things roam. There he would begin again. A new Fortress Merrytrash! "The mind makes its own place," he whispered. "For it could make of Hell a Heaven, or turn Heaven into Hell!" He was instantly sued for plagiarism, but being that Milton had been dead for over 300 years the case was thrown out of court.

Ludo had a wicked smile on her face once the usurper was away. "How 'bout a game?"

"Good idea," Meep said, and they pulled out a box with cubes and cards, with a board of squares and played it for over 2 hours (mostly because most of the players suffered from AP).

Grogs laughed as they played, created fireworks throughout the newly restored castle. This did nothing to help those with AP.


THE END
 
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14. Board Game: Amun-Re [Average Rating:7.35 Overall Rank:260]
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Epilogue

The kingdom prospered for years under King Meep's rule. In time he grew into his shape and title of el Grande of the realm.

A generation passed and most had forgotten about the war. Newcomers arrived who had not heard of it. Children of the original combatants asked their parents, but the latter would not talk about the Dark Times.

One of these newcomers, a man cloaked in shadow and mystery, arrived at the kingdom's gates. Anubis Set carried within him the seeds of darkness, and dreams beyond the avarice of most. Born within a weaving hut, raised by his mummy in the shadow of temples and pyramids, and weaned on Power (cards). He cared not for the war. Only for the games. And farmers. And stone. And, most of all, gold.

One day, at a gathering of the Guild of Gamedes Igners, Anubis mentioned the trend in popular media to do mindless sequels, "tributes", and recreations of old films and television shows. Those took no work, but still raked in the big money. "It is a good thing games do not use that approach," he said.

In the corner a Publisher overheard him, and new doom rapidly started to encroach upon the realm.
 
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