Cash’n Guns. If you like Reservoir Dogs, Pulp Fiction and those Britt gangster movies the director formerly known as Mr Madonna makes, this is your thing. If you enjoy ramming big guns in other people’s faces, this is your thing. If you like violence, well you get it. This is great, no-brainer, stuff. A game takes half an hour or so. Everybody gets to yell and point guns at each other. Junior can blow daddy’s brains out.
The game takes three minutes to explain. You play gangsters. The bank has been robbed. Time for a shoot-out over the loot. Each player gets a gun and the discussion can begin. Two turns and you get the idea. It is bluff and double bluff and guess who’s brains I’ll blow out this time.
After the first game you will be yelling for beer and more bullets. After the second you all start swapping Eastwood and Schwartzennegger quotes. “A man has to know his limitations.” “I’ll be back.” Screaming “mawafakka” in your best Samuel L. Jackson-voice is also fun.
The only thing that feels a bit silly about Cash’n Guns are the ORANGE guns. Suppose they are made in that color to keep you from using them in your next robbery. Still orange sucks.
Do I have to say more?