Holy moly your editor is getting to this post later than he intended. Perhaps you can divine for yourself why that may be by reading below and looking at some of the photographic evidence!
Annie and I got in a game of Netrunner before the night really began. She took Jinteki and I played Criminals and I explained all the jargon and we immersed ourselves in the game. I will say that I don’t think Annie ever rezzed a piece of ice during the game—she never had any money! I won 7-0 after surviving the odd snare trap (maybe why she didn’t have any money, she was too busy hacking me up with her virtual venus fly trap!). Look to see more Netrunner on this blog as the game continues to entice. As three more joined us we played a game that has been absent from this blog for FAR too long:
I was assigned Barbarian which is ironic, or I guess coincidental, since I am also a stinky drunk. Here I am helping Christina understand Spiff whose power was never once used during this game. Sorry, Spiff.
Here’s Erik as Cudgel getting the stare-down from Puss. And, yes, sorry Chicago guide to style I am using a hyphen, thankyouverymuch. Anyway, after a round of reading out our powers and our flavor text, Christina was chosen to play first. She had a successful opening volley inviting me and Annie to attack Erik and followed that up with an encounter with me. I invited her to Negotiate and then backstabbed the shit out of her. Off to the warp for you, Spiff!
I also drew Erik and invited Mark and Christina to join me, Annie allied with Erik but got her Reserve power zapped by me to ensure the good guys won the encounter. I’m feeling pretty good about my first encounter and then follow it up with another sweet talk Negotiate backstab, this time against Annie. So far, so dickish.
On Annie’s second turn, everyone except yours truly is sitting at four colonies. Weird how playing like an asshole doesn’t get you invited on excursions. Anyway, Annie drew me and offered everyone else to join her in shared victory. My one true friend Mark decided to see if he could help me beat back the imperialist swine because shared victories are obviously not victories at all. We failed and the axis powers win with five colonies. Who never lost are unprepared a coronet to find…
Wits & Wagers
Christina left us and we played Wits & Wagers which is a nice li’l filler. (Annie was clamoring for more Cosmic but I was too wounded.) I ended up winning this game with a score of 4xInfinity which, you know, I needed Georg Cantor to measure for me. Perhaps the game is a little too easy with four. I did admire Mark’s team name: Tits & Wagers.
Before heading to the pub we trotted out Carcassonne and decided not to tell Mark the rules. It was like we were playing the Mao variant of Carcassonne. Obviously Mark got second and I only beat him by one point.
My only strategy was to figure out how to neutralize Erik since he is basically Mr. Carcassonne of Minneapolis. My brain was within its groove, running evenly and true and the beer and whiskey could not make it swerve. I actualized some SERIOUSLY cock-blocking manoeuvrings on Erik’s black meeples stealing farms and cities left and right.
This is Erik saying “Of course when I draw the perfect tile, you block its placement.” Huh, this blog post is making me realize I really am an asshole. Well, the first step is admitting it.
Hooray! Anyway, I’m getting out of dodge so you’ll all have to survive on this post until Tuesday. Au revoir, suckers!