Ghosts wander these hallowed halls, the shutters open and shut unexpectedly, and there’s probably a skeleton hanging around here somewhere. And for some reason you keep thinking about cake. Clearly the he only conclusion you can reach is that ghosts are terrible communicators. This is Mysterium.
Um… What? Huh? Where am I? I had a dream where I was trying to fit six years of my life in a small car and I ran a blog where I reviewed board games and– And– Oh Lord. It’s true. I’m a blogger! I’m a blogger who is moving! Ugh, my head is throbbing, the room is spinning, and what is this game?! Where did it come from?! What the heck is Faux-Cabulary?! Continue reading
You are but a simple gardener. Sure, you work for the Emperor of Japan, but you’re still a just a gardener. But then that guy from China had to show up. And he just HAD to bring a present. When you were told you had to take care of it, you assumed it was just a really rare ficus or a lovely statue or just something small and classy… Nope. He brought a panda. A fully grown, round, black and white monstrosity. A bear that literally eats 20 to 40 pounds of bamboo a day. It also has no sense of boundaries and your once quiet serene garden is his new home. Good luck!
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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.
On Saturday, May 31st, half of Skip-A-Turn walked the stage and received a diploma. This was after May 29th, when he had his last class ever, and before June 3rd, when this review will go live! As things wind down and things get exciting and new for Skip-A-Turn, we decided to go from a huge, exciting, bombastic game to something more small and intimate and playable with a cup of tea: Timeline!
Ah! No! That doesn’t go there! Why the hell would you think we needed MORE egrets in the gymnasium, hm?! HM!? Well, I’ll have you know that we do NOT have time for this and– Oh, hello! Hello! You caught us in a bit of a mess. You see, Skip-A-Turn is ran by two Graduate students, and we’re in a bit of a pickle. I’m trying to get my degree done with out going insane, Buckle is in the middle of production of a new short film, and we have an extra special review for you planned! Sadly, big plans mean big chaos and– NO, NO MORE PUGS, YOU TAKE THAT THING BACK WHERE YOU FOUND IT, MISTER! A-hem, yes, well… This is Fluxx. A game that may not actually be reviewable.
RAAAWWRRR! SKRONK! SMASH! DESTROY! You don’t know true horror until your house is falling apart, cars are being thrown like child playthings, and the world you once knew is being destroyed by horrific monsters from beyond the stars! Or maybe they’re from beneath the waves. Nuclear explosions? Lab testing? Eh, whatever, giant monsters and destruction! Run for you life! This is Rampage!
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