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MB Michael Barnes Updated February 21, 2019 1084 0
Celebrating 35 years of overheating Mad Cats.
MT Matt Thrower Updated February 18, 2019 1770 0
Until today, my knowledge of Rhodesia came from the voice of Bob Marley. He's singing it now in the background, as I scour the web for more detailed, if less impassioned, sources. Africans did a-liberate Zimbabwe in the end, of course, and the story of how it happened is on the table next to me. The White Tribe, a folio game on the Zimbabwe War of Liberation.
W WadeMonnig Updated January 31, 2019 1589 2
Dude, Where's my Cards?
W WadeMonnig Updated February 16, 2019 1206 2
The hills are alive with the sound of varmints.
MB Michael Barnes Updated February 04, 2019 3225 0
Many Kill Team Players are asking the question, "Should I Buy Arena?"
MT Matt Thrower Updated February 04, 2019 2275 0
Of all the things that could be a hook, it's the names that do it. Every Keyforge deck is unique, containing cards randomly selected from those in the set. It also has a unique, computer-generated name. Some, apparently are rude. But I don't care about that. I just want to know what fantasy characters they might remind me of. So I get four.
E ecargo Updated February 03, 2019 1299 0
When I was a kid, I was part of a very elite crime unit consisting of myself and the kid who lived down the street. Despite never actually solved any mysteries, we were fully committed to the Detectives Club and the secret handshake we made up to go with it. Thankfully, there have been a host of mystery/deduction games recently that have allowed me to don my metaphorical deerstalker cap and imagine life as a brilliant detective. (Or, as my scores often reveal, not-so-brilliant.)
W WadeMonnig Updated January 29, 2019 905 2
Fake it until you can make it (or can make out the clue).
MB Michael Barnes Updated February 06, 2019 992 0
Four Games in Two Reviews!
MT Matt Thrower Updated January 21, 2019 4315 0
I'm looking at a box, and one of my earliest memories is looking back at me. An implacable figure in a blue-black jumpsuit, eyes obscured behind a helmet and joints protected by padding. On his chest is a gold badge emblazoned with a single word: Dredd. I drew this character in felt tip, from memory, before I was even able to read, without knowing who he was. That's how deep Judge Dredd had embedded in the psyche of '70s Britain.