The incense smoke clears, and the sparks die down. You crawl out from your hiding spot behind the blood stone tablet thinking this stupid argument is over. But then you turn right back around and start putting some wards up, because these spiteful witches brought out the Hexen Stix. It’s gonna get messy. Continue reading
In theory, it’s a duel between witches and warlocks, perhaps a battle to the death. In reality, it’s more like a food fight in Hogwarts. With just a handful of spells, a sadistic streak a mile wide, and a little bit of luck you might just survive your first round of Hex-Hex.
You just want your letter of undying affection to reach the princess. Too bad you’re living in a revolving door comedy where your heart-felt confession changes hands faster than a dollar bill at a toll booth. This is Love Letter!
I have returned! As I write I am dragging myself out of the pit of despair born from weeks of pathetic crying and self-righteous wailing. I emerge holding aloft a warm light for all mankind, an unnecessarily arrogant and wordy guide to crushing your loved ones at a dumb board game. The name of that game, that most glorious and infuriating game, is CATAN.
So we had a comment saying our “Top Five Board Games for Your Mom” list was tame. After all, some of us don’t have great relationships with our parents, so why not take advantage of this upcoming Mother’s Day to release some of that pent-up parental rage? Grab your Prozac and Xanax kids, ’cause we’re getting deep and dark with C. E. Weidman’s “Lunch Money.”
All characters appearing in this game are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. In the event that you begin to think this article is about Star Trek, place your head between your knees and whisper quietly to yourself again and again:
I must not quote Shatner. I must not quote Shatner. I must not quote Shatner.
Today Skip-A-Turn welcomes it’s second blogger, Buckle Nagle, with their first review!
All you wanted was to stop the apocalypse. You put the creepy statue on the weird alter and read some mystic mumbo-jumbo and just as you were inviting your new friends to a round at the bar…let’s just say there were a lot of cultists.