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I arrived at Sams’s in the turmoil of a game of Cross Clues. I ignored the usual gaming wisdom of never playing until you’ve taken your coat off and sat down and I looked at my card which prompted me to give a clue for “Kinght/Night.” I said “homophone” and got an easy point and an idea for the blog post title. Other attendees apart from me and Sam were Martin, Ian, Adam H and Pete. Martin was a clue machine but Adam was stymied by two clues involving Cauliflower.

21 out of 25

The six of us split into two groups. I joined Ian and Sam in a game of Torchlit, a trick taking game in which you have to guess how many tricks you’ll win. You’re guess is hidden in the form of a face down card and your progress is shown as a meeple on a track.

If your guess is correct, you get 3 points but you can get extra points if that space on the track has cards placed beneath it. Of course, if you miss your target, you can still pick up the points from any cards placed on that particular space.

It was fun. I played the first round in a fog of confusion, trying to work out what was a good hand and what wasn’t. In round two Sam did badly as he won a trick he didn’t want that pushed him onto a low scoring space: just two points for that round. He couldn’t recover and, after three rounds, the scores were

Andrew 18

Ian 16

Sam 13

On the other half of the table, Pete, Martin and Adam played Maya. It’s minimalist design, pastel coloured hexagons with a distinct lack of Mayan flair, gave it a 90s look. I know very little about the game, apart from a typically Martin-esque phrase mid-game, “I have to do that to you to screw you out of ten points,” he said to Pete. Not that it made a difference as it ended:

Pete 157

Martin 147

Adam 131

After this some limited edition (for Easter, I think) chocolate and chili crisps were shared. They got a mixed reaction, but people kept eating them in a sort of fugue state of disbelief at the taste.

After Maya finished, the players discussed it and we soon realised that a lot of our geographical knowledge comes from board games. Although a lot of that knowledge was focused in Germany.

We then split into two groups once more. I stayed in my chair for the third game in a row and watched people move around me. Me, Sam and Adam played Dewan - placing our camps across a map to satisfy various criteria drawn at random from a deck of tiles. 

Adam seemed pleased when he heard there was no hand limit and, indeed, as he played he always seemed to have cards to choose from. I was living hand to mouth, cards-wise, despite my plan of putting camps in the middle of the board, hoping to get cards from anyone wishing to pass.

It was a close one and, to be honest, I was surprised I came last.

Sam 46

Adam 46

Andrew 43

There is a tie-breaker: player with most cards left over wins, but Sam disdained that rule and announced it was a tie, even though he would have won by it. I wonder if we can backdate that decision to my game when I drew with Martin...

At the far end of the table Rebirth: Ireland was in full swing. Clearly, Martin and Pete had not had enough hexagon-based map games for that evening. 

And as I stepped out into the evening, Sam picked up the blogging duties

After Andrew left, Rebirth was still continuing, and it sounded like Ian's early lead was getting pegged back by Pete and Martin. We had time for a two-platyer, so Adam and I stared at the alcove in the front room before deciding on card-shedder Chu Han, which Adam may or may not have played before. Even after beating me, he still wasn't sure.

I won the first round before Adam took the second. In the third round I had huge clutches of 4s and 5s and if I could just get rid of a single six, Adam would be in trouble. But shedding the six gave him the lead *and* doubled points for the round, something I came to regret when I just couldn't get it back and he went out to leave him poised for a win at 29-10. As Rebirth was packing up by now, we decided to award him the victory, as my comeback looked improbable at best. 

Adam - wins!

In Rebirth, Ian had been scampered past by late-game business from the other two, and on realising he had a forgotten objective Pete also realised he'd just completed it with his last tile - enough to take a St Patrick's Day win on the Ireland side of the board!

Pete 244
Martin 241
Ian 232

A triumphant but tired Adam now departed, but Ian said he'd be up for a So Clover. So we did that. Despite some hesitancy and trepidation, it was another Record of Legends night with a cement-hard 24/24. This was despite my putting Queenie for Perfume/Chess. Ian's cradle for Life/Grave was nice. 

Now we lost Ian as well but the three of us still felt we had enough energy for a crack at Biblios, with Martin and I introducing Pete to the Extreme foul-mouthed variant. I suspect Martin ate his own shit at one point, but he didn't say, and who can blame him. I tried to stay out of the battle for brown and blue and focused all my efforts on red and green. If they could outscore any other pair of dice I would be King Biblios once more! 

But this went wrong when I outbid Martin for a +1 Church card late on, only to find the very next auction was a +2 Church card. Pete and I were broke, Martin picked it up dirt-cheap, and with it the crown. 

Martin 7

Sam 6

Pete 3

And that was that for another GNN. See you all soon...

Swapping Secret Santa for Secret Hitler

Big T was first to arrive at my house for Christmas games yesterday, as we kicked off a few hours earlier than usual at 1pm. Joe was hot on his heels so after a brief catch-up and coffee, we reasoned that it would be silly not to start playing games, so we did. Joe brandished Take Time at us and we jumped in.

This is a fun little Mind-esque game of playing numbered cards around a clock face, with the not-insignificant caveat that each segment, going clockwise, must be of the same or higher value than the one previous. Add in a couple of extra wrinkles and that's pretty much it: but with no communication allowed after you've seen your cards, success proved occasionally elusive. Did we succeed on that final round? I don't actually remember now, but either way, Katy arrived and we shifted gears into sentient vegetable heroism with Potato Man. 

There was just time for a one-round game (won by me) before, as if summoned into being by Adam - compare above and below images - Pete turned up. 

We played another single-round game (won by Big T) and then Adam H and Laura arrived, so we split into teams and broke out Phantom Ink. Joe and I were the clues, with Joe's team at a slight numerical disadvantage (Joe, Pete, Big T) as I clued to Laura, Katy and Adam H. 

Our first word was Pancake, and despite my spelling confusion, our team's question of Who would dislike it was very helpful as I started <mis>spelling CELI(AC). When asked for a nickname I clued CRE(PE) and from there it was a straightforward victory. We went again with the Adams now clueing for the same teams, and midway through the game Chris arrived to bolster the numbers, joining with the short-staffed Pete/Joe/Big T gang. Unfortunately we lost our most coherent decoder shortly after, as Laura had to go off and escape from a room in Cabot Circus, and Katy and I spent most of our time looking at each other in confusion as Adam regarded us with a mix of long-suffering sympathy and crestfallen disappointment. We did figure out Snow, but our shot in the dark simply negated any opposition doubts and they guessed, correctly, the answer was Snowball. 

We realised with a large afternoon stretching before us we could now play some big ol' chunkers. Big T proffered The Barracks Emperors and Joe Chris and Katy leapt in to join him. I played the Christmas sympathy card to get River of Gold on the table and Andy Mosse arrived to find himself dealt in to it, charitably sitting down to an immediate rules-teach. 

In River of Gold, we're sailing up and down (well, repeatedly down, thanks to Rokugan's curious looping geography) the river and establishing trade routes. Despite the madness of the board, River of Gold has a certain simplicity to it: there are only three actions to choose from: move your boat, build a building or deliver to a customer. The goal is to move yourself up the six influence tracks to the east of the river, and the main difficulty we found with the game is remembering to roll the die at the end of your turn instead of the beginning. 

Andy took the laurels here, with Pete second and then myself and Adam lagging a short way behind. 

At the other end of the table, the Barracks were echoing to the sound of a lot of profanity, with Katy summoning her insult of choice for Chris as he did something or other she objected to. There seemed to be a lot of objecting, in fact - the game is a trick-taker of sorts but with a board where cards are laid and prizes - using the word loosely - to be surrounded and claimed. This chicanery continued as River of Gold finished and we began playing Poison. 

This was also new to Andy, but he took to it with his standard zen vibes and nearly followed his River of Gold triumph with a second win, but I just pipped him. 

Sam 13

Andy 14

Adam H 22

Pete 34

Around now the Barracks Emperors concluded as well, and Katy celebrated her debut victory by going off for chips, abetted by Joe and Adam. When they returned, Andrew was with them as well, like the fourth wise man, proffering a festive bottle of ketchup. We paused for dinner. 

After that, Joe suggested Secret Hitler and we split into liberals and fascists. Katy wanted to know if, should she be dealt into the fascists team, she could sabotage it. Joe admitted there was no rule against it, but it could get confusing. And in fairness the game was confusing enough with Joe and I not spotting that each other were fascists and me being convinced Chris was, even though he hadn't opened his eyes. I knew Katy wasn't because she seemed to be enjoying herself.  

I'm still not 100% clear on how the game works, but I did grasp that we all take turns being the president, and the president nominates a chancellor, and then there's a vote and then the president gets some cards and passes two to the chancellor to choose one of, and after this either a liberal or fascist law gets passed. There's enough fog over proceedings that nobody can be totally sure who is who, and Andy found himself shot dead simply for having the temerity to chat in chambers. Then Katy shot Big T who was Hitler and so the liberals won - perhaps for the best in these popularist times, and certainly for Katy's disposition. 

Laura was returning imminently so we split into three groups, with the Fellowship trick-taker, Babylonia and Mille Fiori spread across the table. But now I will hand the reins to our default note-taker and blogger, Andrew.

*

I was walking towards Sam’s house when I was caught up by Joe, Katy and Adam T. I was astonished as the coincidence of all of us arriving at the same time but this was soon explained when I saw the bags full of portions of fish and chips. I had got here just as people were breaking for food.

I had just eaten, so I watched while the gaming table vanished beneath unwrapped papers and various deep fried comestibles. The chat revolved around games, trying to think which games would work with non gamers. Joe told us about a game where you’re given a word and have to guess if it’s a Tolkein character or an antidepressant.

After the food was finished and the table cleared, Secret Hitler was brought to the table. As Sam has already said, it’s a social deduction game, it was capable of allowing all of us to play. In this game, the liberals have to detect the fascists - as determined by drawing an envelope with your secret identity within. And if that weren't enough, one lucky (?) player gets to be Hitler.

I'll be honest, I didn’t really get it. I was a fascist and, as such, I knew that my partners were Joe and Sam but it later transpired that Sam didn't know about Joe, since they were sitting next to each other and couldn’t see each others’ secret signal at the start of the game . Additionally,  Chris kept passing fascist policies. Maybe he was also a fascist and I hadn't noticed, I thought, or maybe he's passing fascist policies because they give the player a little special action. But then Chris, using a special action, assassinated the liberal Andy M, so then I was quite convinced he was a fascist and I’d missed it. Sam voted against himself as President. “I changed my mind,” he explained. I was bemused.

In the end, Katy was the one who identified Adam T as Hitler and killed him, and the game ended with the liberals victorious. It was quite sedate, apparently. Previous (non GNN) games have been quite rambunctious, we were told. Maybe it was the chips, but it was all very low key. I had no idea what was going on at all.

Next, several people adjourned to the front room to choose a game, and Pete came back with a £10 note in his hand, making us all wonder what was going on in there. We hear from Laura that she’s on her way and so we devise a system in which we set up three games and she can join any of them once she arrives.

The choices in this devillishly complex method was Fellowship of the Ring (Adam T, Chris and myself), Babylonia (Sam, Adam H and Pete) and Mille Fiori (Hoe, Katy and Andy M). Although once Laura had arrived, both Fellowship and Babylonia had begun so she joined Mille Fiori. She seemed happy enough.

In Fellowship, the three of us took on Chapter 16 - a tricky hand for a trio containing two relative newbies. But we persevered at Adam’s behest (he wanted to complete all 18 Chapters before the end of the year) and, after three attempts we nailed it! I was quietly smug and keen to try Chapter 17, but Adam checked the game and discovered the next bit was Chapter 16a and looked like quite a long endeavour.

Since Babylonia had finished at the same time as us we decided to leave 16a to another day.

Sam 163

Adam H 156

Pete 127

I remember remarking that Sam’s position on the board didn’t look like a winning one - a couple of small disparate areas, until Pete pointed out all the cities Sam had taken with his strategy.

Mille Fiori was still in full flow, and I heard Joe take a turn that went on for so long that he apologised halfway through.

The six of us played Fuji Flush and I was quietly confident, since this game is - for some reason - my strongest game. Back when we had a Division charting our results, I had a win rate of 50% which is odd for a luck-based game that usually plays five or more. I didn’t say anything, in case I made a target for my back. Plenty of dick points on display and poor old Pete seemed to have a hand made up entirely of 2s and 3s. And I won again, adding my final card - a 7 - to an already existing chain of 7s.

Next up, the six of us bided our time with 6nimmt. Adam T was hesitant to play, but didn’t have the energy or inclination to veto it. And a good thing too, as he ended up a comfortable winner.

Adam T 12

Pete 23

Adam H 24

Sam 32

Andrew 39

Chris 41

And talking of comfortable winners, here are the results from Mille Fiori.

Joe 239

Katy 217

Andy M 167

Laura 154

Joe, Andy M and Adam T left at this point and the six of us played Ito, using the chevrons from Fun Facts as a handy way of keeping track of everyone’s numbers. The categories were vague enough for some details to be clarified. Is a “popular villain” one who is generally beloved by the public, or just very well known? Good job we did check, because we got that one 100% right.

Another curio that this game threw up was when Sam’s reply to “Things that give you goosebumps” was “thinking about goosebumps”. This is about as close to breaking the fourth wall that real life can get but then Sam explained that when he started to think about what might give him goosebumps, that itself gave him goosebumps. Perfectly valid, I suppose.

Things that give you goosbumps - the lower reaches of the scale

After that, I had enough in me for one last game. We split into two groups. I played Katy and Adam at Biblios, and it went pretty much as you might expect. Halfway through I got that sinking feeling that I wasn’t very strong in anything, but it was far too late to do anything about it. And I was right. Amazingly, though, no one finished the game with any orange cards at all, meaning that die was discarded, unscored.

Katy 5 (plus brown die)

Adam 5

Andrew 0

The other end of the table played Soda Jerk which I'm afraid I was completely oblivious to.

Whiskey and soda jerk, anyone?

With that, I was done. Many thanks to everyone for another exciting year. I’ll hand back to Sam for the final part of the blogging.

*

After Andrew left we were down to a quartet - or at least I thought we were. We set up for Misfits and and then saw Pete was quietly watching us, as though not wanting to interrupt. He'd decided to get a later train home and so we redistributed the pieces and set about it. I criticised Katy for going gong-ho saboteur on her very first turn, but the structure survived, long enough to grow big enough that when it collapsed on Pete and later Laura, they were handed enough wooden pieces to start a small fire. 

Chris then drove Pete off to the station and we were left as a trio. And what better way to end the evening than three cracks at So Clover. We kicked off with a 13/18, did about the same in the second game and then finished off with a triumphant 18 in the finale, by which point Katy was sure we had played four times but Laura and I demurred. 

Now a whisky or two to the good, there was even some post-game chat comparing dysfunctional families and putting the world to theoretical rights. Midnight was not tremendously far away by this point, and after a full shift of gaming, it was time to say goodnight. Thanks all for coming, it was epic!

Something borrowed

After a few weeks away, Adam T arrived at my house (Sam's) early enough last night for a catch-up and a best-of-three face off over Toy Battle. I won the first, but he took the next two as Katy ducked out of the rain in time to witness the finale, and remarked that if she hadn't played it already, she'd like to.

Ian and Martin followed, and we had a one-round blast of Jam (or JamSumo) whilst we waited for Joe. This was notable for the serial yipping of Martin and I and the slightly less tentative blasting habits of Ian. Joe came in time to see Katy take the laurels, with Adam T's jam all full of unwanted pips.

Katy 0

Martin 3

Ian 4

Sam 9

Adam T 18

Martin waved one of his new games, Bluffit, around saying it would be good for five (or just good, I can't remember now) and everyone was amenable. In this game, everyone has a hand of cards numbered 1-10 and we are bidding with them for one of a bunch of cards on the table, each taking one of the face-up cards for ourselves. 

The catch is that the bids are face-down, so it can be a bit of a gamble: and if you think you've got a higher bid than someone else, you can take the face-up card they took from them instead. This triggers a Love Letter style secret comparison of values (challenger wins ties) and whoever loses gets nothing that round. After ten rounds, all your previously-won cards are now both your score and your bidding hand:  there's an eleventh round where whatever you get with your last bid will become points. 

Both Adam and Martin forewent easy points in favour of stealing from someone - or trying to. Katy was in feisty mode and when Big T said he'd been up since six she pooh-poohed the concept of sympathy in favour of scathing indifference. I tried an extravagant last round bluff and failed. Martin was best Bluffiter.

Martin 61

Katy 55

Ian 43

Sam 42

Joe 41

Adam 36

As things concluded we got a phone call and a - related - late addition! Adam H could suddenly join us after all. Martin proffered another recent addition in boat-moving cube-flicking Cairo, and Katy and Ian joined him. We decided Adam H would probably rather join the non-flicking group and went to peruse the Alcove of Joy, settling on Istanbul. With impeccable timing, Adam H arrived just as I finished teaching the rules to Big T. Fortunately most of it was fresh in his memory, and it was more fun - I think - than the story these baffled expressions tell. 

Cairo has a lowly rating on our favourite website, but you wouldn't have guessed it from the shrieking and laughter. In comparison our fun was slightly more inscrutable, as we ducked and dived around the titular city and struck deals with the governor and smuggler. Big T pointed out that as all the smuggler is doing is trading the same goods with you as you get at the markets, you could argue he's just another trader, maybe trying to shake off an unmerited reputation. Meantime in the other ancient city, Martin had triumphed by replicating Katy's score in Bluffit. Katy had got Ian's Bluffit score and, perhaps wanting to be different, Ian scored half of Adam's:

Martin 55

Katy 43

Ian 18

They broke out Biblios. I missed most of this action but I did hear some shit-eating going on, and it wasn't making Katy grin.

Ian at one point seemed on the verge of fury, but he clearly recovered from whatever had enraged him - sitting with Katy and Martin, it could have been anything - to snag a tied second place. Katy was now Ms Doctor Biblios:

Katy 5

Martin and Ian 4

Was there a tie-breaker? I'm not sure. They began playing Farm Hand, and the air continued to be thick with insults and the uproarious guffawing of Martin, who loves a trick-taker anyway, so if you add manure he's only going to like it more.

As Istanbul got tense, with Adam and I poised on 4 gems and Joe and Big T on three. Adam couldn't remember if he'd bought a bit of jewellery or not. Joe - who was very tired - and I thought he had, and Adam admitted he'd been drinking before he came here. Who to trust? The exhausted guy, the drunk guy, or the one who remembers everything incorrectly, if at all? Speaking of which I don't actually recall what we decided now. I went to the Black Market, had an extremely spawny roll and ended the game:

Sam 5 gems

Adam H 4 gems

Adam T 3 gems, lots of cash

Joe 3 gems, not much cash at all

Farm Hand ended around the same time, with Martin back on top:

Martin 11

Katy 8

Ian 0

Big T was mumbling about leaving so we tempted him to stay with chocolate - which he turned down - and Wriggle Roulette. It was Katy's turn to be angry now, about not being offered chocolate. Sorry Katy. 

This was as stupidly fun as previous plays, with people accidentally busting themselves - too many eels/snakes - or cashing out when there were still eels to be had. Adam H ended the game with 26 eels, but Martin and I stayed in and pushed our luck. I banked at 27, with Martin back on 22. One by one, he kept drawing eels, despite being as I pointed out "the least deserving person in the room". 

Martin 28

Sam 27

Adam H 26

Ian 17

Adam T 11

Katy and Joe 7 each

We now did lose Adam T, and with Other Adam also ruminating on his bedtime quickly set up So Clover. This was a near-triumph, with Adam H's clover semi-portobelloed when the word alcohol appeared on the red herring card. With one of his clues as 'drink' we plumped for it (it was mouth instead). 

Adam and Joe now went home but, fortified by whisky, the remaining trio played Martin's third new game of the night: Jungo. This is a Scout-esque card-shedder where first to empty their hand wins a round, and winning two rounds win you the game. 

As with Scout, you can't rearrange your hand at all and can play escalating sets - although only matching numbers, no runs. If you can't or don't want to play, you can draw from the deck and either discard or slot it anywhere into your hand. If you do play, you can either discard the set (or single) you just beat, or add that to your hand. There's a fair bit of luck in what good stuff/crap you begin with, but enough manipulation involved that it's not devoid of decisions. 

I won the first game in two rounds, and then Ian took the second in the same manner if I recall correctly. We downed the last of our whiskies and called it a night. A nice mix of old and new games, one borrowed (JamSumo) and all the players supplying the blue.

Storm Warning

Friday

Only two weeks after Novocon, the weekend that I have hilariously termed Chippencon arrived - Chris and Chippenham pals Paul H and Stuart were joined by me (Bristol) and Paul J (Isle of Wight) for two days and three nights of coastal gaming at the quiet (except for the wind) village of West Bexington.

Before that happened though, Stuart kicked things off at Chris' house by beating him being beaten by him at Kingdomino (no pics) before Paul H joined them and won Incan Gold by virtue of serially 'chickening out' (still no pics) before they began HeckMeck - and I arrived in time to join them a couple of rounds in, which was also just enough to win. Still no pics, meaning the visually arresting image below is from the next game we played: Nidavellir. I don't remember Paul looking (or being) this furious though. It was still early.

I picked up another victory here, although in fairness I was in some way nursed toward it with lots of in-game recaps on how things worked. Basically though I got a lot of green dwarves. Here's Chris pretending he's totally fine with Paul H getting in the way of his oranges. 

We still had a bit of time so blasted through three games of Strike. I think Chris won two and I one. But I'm not sure because we realised it was time to hit the road, and after snaffling a sandwich jumped into our cars and headed south in convoy. Chris and I had a good old chinwag about times past and present before we rode into Dorchester South to pick up Paul from the station. Then we spent the next 2 hours in Dorchester experiencing all the traffic it had to offer, which was seemingly endless. Somewhere in the midst of it we also got some shopping done and, with mine and Chris' various maladies in mind, managed to keep the crisps to reasonably minimal. "But I've got nuts" Chris said, "And biscuits". The food groups were looking slightly monocultured so I balanced it out with some bananas. 

Then there was more traffic - initially - before Google took us along some snowy lanes across hill and dale before we finally trundled into West Bexington. Levering ourselves out of the car, we could hear the sea from south of us, hidden in the considerable dark. We ambled around the house for a bit...

Then as Paul H started making his chilli, the other four of us played three games of Strike which Paul J won. So we played another which Chris won, before eating the chilli (delicious!), discovering every single chair in the room made farting noises, and opening up the evenings' ludological main course, which was Lords of Waterdeep. 

Stuart completed a mission on his very first turn and did spend much of the game in the lead. Despite this Paul H's reputation preceded him as he was repeatedly targeted, and as a result struggled to stay in contention. I was poised to haul in 12 points from my last turn, but then Paul J destroyed the building I needed and all I could do was hire a couple of rogues instead. Chris had just minutes before said he was competing for 4th, but this turned out to be not true at all...

Chris 113
Start 109
Sam 105
Paul H 99
Paul J 98

Then Chris introduced us to Fishing, the new Friedmann Friese trick-taker with interesting gimmick. This was really an interesting must-follow affair where winning tricks gives you a point per-won-card, but the won-cards also form your draw deck for the subsequent round. If you don't have enough cards for your hand, you take cards from the shared deck instead, and these have escalating power - a trump suit is introduced, the standard suits get higher numbers, and there's a few special buoy cards as well. So winning no tricks early gets you a powerful hand for the subsequent round, but winning shedloads of tricks means you have shedloads of low-value cards in your deck, and won't be drawing from the shared deck for a while. 

As a result the game ebbs and flows in terms of who is in the box seat. Both Paul H and I tried to build a super-powerful hand for the final round, but that just meant we scored bugger all in the penultimate round, and shared the last few tricks - which wasn't enough for either of us. Stuart had had three productive fishing trips in a row, and that was enough.

Stuart 87
Paul H 74
Sam 66
Chris 65
Paul J 59

An intriguing game. I can already foresee multiple BGG comments about chaos, but I enjoyed it. With Paul J proposing Waterdeep and Chris Fishing, winner Stuart chose the next game and wanted to try MLEM, which needs no introduction here! Chris was always looking solid here, getting a cat into space on every single mission whilst others exploded. We never got to Deep Space, just close enough to chicken out at the last planet!

Chris 33
Sam 26
Pauls 22 each
Stuart 17

Paul H then instigated a hilarious game of Las Vegas where Paul J couldn't stop winning at Casinos and Chris couldn't start - he picked up two cards over the entire three rounds, whilst Paul was doing things like rolling 5 sixes to steal $90k from me, the bastard, 

Paul J $450k
Stuart $260k
Sam $230k
Paul H $190k
Chris $80k

"Fucking hell!" he shrieked, several times. 

It was closing on midnight now and I pondered going to bed. But everyone else was staying up and it was officially my turn to choose, so I plumped for So Clover (sadly, no pics) which was possibly not the optimal choice for our fatigue levels - maybe something sillier would have been better. Everyone got one or two tricky combos and there were a couple of dangerous red herrings as well - overall an okay 20/30 to finish the evening. 

Saturday

Everyone heard the wind in the night as it bombarded the house with air and spray from the sea. It was a fitful one for us as a result, but a little after nine we were all up and Chris - who'd already reconned the trip - led us down to the seafront. The pictures don't do the wildness of this occasion justice - the waves were well over six feet and the wind was pummelling us so much if you stood on the little sea wall you needed to grip the railing or lean well forward into the gale. 

Back at the house the guys started playing Wingspan. I sat in the corner like an old man and grumbled about my cough, whilst I listened to things like Paul J saying "I'll have fish for starters" and Paul H revealed his mockingbird could repeat the brown power. We also had a big talk about what we do and don't like in games, finding there was a lot of common ground about wanting interaction, avoiding cognitive overload, and games where early mistakes put you out of the running. Not covered in glory here: Battlestar Galactica, Grand Austria Hotel and Photosynthesis.

Chris picked up the win in Wingspan, apparently his first since his debut game:

Chris 90
Paul J 81
Stuart 79
Paul H 78

Then I talked the five of us through Around the World in 80 Days, and off we went! Chris was first to reach Paris, as Paul J did some purposeful dawdling. The game was mostly notable for the amount of times the events threw up a Storm or a Delay, usually drawn by Chris. Paul J seemed most affected by them, though I think we all cursed our/his luck. 

Chris won, not only by circumnavigating the globe the fastest, but even getting back first as well (a small logical loophole in the game means you can be fastest even when you arrive last). Stuart and he both did the entire trip in 78 days, and Chris took the win on the tie-breaker.

Chris - Phineas!
Stuart - Passepartout
Paul J - 82 days
Paul H 88 days
Sam 91 days

I think that keeps my record intact of coming last in this game every time I've played it, but I was very pleased to make it home to London instead of kicking my Victorian heels in New York, fucking ages before Studio 54 opened. 

We then ate a table meats, cheeses, bread and even a bit of colour in the form of salad, courtesy of Paul J's trolley dash in the madcap traffic medley of Dorchester. I forgot to take any pictures as I was eating a lot of gouda, sustenance for the afternoon ahead, which was largely comprised of the 4 hours it took us to punch our way through Champions of Midgard. 

This is worker-placement game where the gist is gather dice and use them to fight beasties for points. The most rewarding beasties are further afield though, meaning you need boats to reach them, and wood to build the boats, and food to feed the warriors onboard. On the big journeys Certain Things may occur, like being attacked by a Kraken (me, twice) or falling into a whirlpool (Paul J) but you can usually make it through and, what's more, usually defeat the beast. The catch is in the small print, which is about how many of your precious dice they take off you in the process. 

There's also a bit of mild asymmetry and a canny system of sympathy from the game's AI: when you lose dice, you remember them viking-style by gaining a matching chit, which can in turn be cashed in for a memorial catch-up mechanisming. I found the game rather long, with a lot of rules-referencing, but the battle system was engaging. Chris and Paul H showed a clean pair of heels to the rest of us, and it looked like a two-horse battle until Stuart did a late-game surge up the track. But then Paul H did a late-game surge as well, and wrapped himself up the champion's banner.

Paul H 138
Stuart 115
Chris 111
Paul J 110
Sam 100

Stuart went to make dinner. Paul J strolled down to the beach and I fell into an armchair. Paul H and Chris had no hesitation though, in going straight to the next game! This was Biblios, still a cracker.

Chris took the win, 8 to 5, and barely had time to celebrate before Stuart's chicken curry manifested before our eyes. I finally remembered to take a picture of a mealtime too.

Delicious again, Peter, to quote the Beastie Boys (quoting Peter Sichel). 

Then we played Seas of Strife - better known to me as Texas Showdown - and I got absolutely pasted:

Stuart 6

Paul H 8

Chris 9

Paul J 11

Sam 14

No pictures here but next up was the camera-friendly Sagrada:

Not a tale of derring-dos but a satisfying puzzle. I won this one, narrowly ahead of Paul H if I recall correctly. The scores are missing. Then we reeled from cognitive to constructive, with three games of Misfits!

This actually plays well with 5 despite the official player-count being 2-4: we take 8 pieces instead of ten and the last two players in turn order get the extra cubes. I won two and Paul J took the other. There was plenty of sabotage and laughter, before we moved on to Incan Gold, notable mostly for serial deaths and Paul H not leaving early, which was apparently most unlike him. Chris picked up a win with Stuart close behind. Paul J ended with nothing, as the only time he left it was to grab an artifact he didn't get!

Then we ended the evening with a slightly feeble 7/13 in Just One, where I snapped a picture of Stuart and Paul J impersonating the Kray twins. In fairness to our score, we had a number of duplicates and poor Paul H had to try and guess his word from the clues 'foot' and 'hateful'.

Or at least I ended the evening there - the others stayed up to play Fantasy Realms! 

Chris 169

Paul J 161

Stuart 155

Paul H 149

Sunday

I woke up feeling pretty crappy and unfortunately stayed that way for a couple of hours. After coffee and croissants and some mid-weekend reflections, we broke in the table with the simple dice-chucking fare that is King of Tokyo, in which Chris coronated himself in short, violent order.

Chris 20

Sam 13

Stuart 6

Pauls - both dead

Paul J went out for a walk to get some post-death energy back, whereas I felt slightly perkier now. We played Foundations of Rome, which I hope went down slightly better than the only photo I have suggests.

Both Chris and I got a juicy civic building out early, and this reaped us dividends. Having played before probably gave me an unfair advantage too, but <I like to think> this was maybe balanced out by my bug. Or maybe it was that I stupidly didn't realise the cards were stacked mostly for three players, meaning all the edge-of-town deeds came out very late. I snuck a narrow, heavily-asterisked win ahead of Chris, then with Paul J back in the room we broke out one of the old classics - El Grande.

Chris. Paul J and I used to play this with Andrew a lot about 20 years ago, and I nostalgically recalled being quite bad at it. Little did I know I was reverse-Jefferies-ing myself to a happy (-for me) victory, as I took off down the score track early and there was enough competitive shenanigans between the others to prevent me being caught. Paul J came in second, then Chris, Paul H and Stuart. But Stuart was to turn the tables on us all in the post-lunch epic that was Res Arcana. 

New to Paul, this engine-building odyssey is allegedly 30-60 minutes but we sailed past that despite the game's relatively breezy pace. I guess the first few rounds are a bit mysterious to a newbie (and I was very rusty myself) with Paul regularly asking what he could do, swimming in a sea of icons. Despite this though he was poised to haul in a huge amount of potentially game-winning gold when Stuart hit his tenth -winning - point. Chris was also poised - on nine points. I was considerably unpoised. 

Stuart 10

Chris 9

Paul H 7

Sam 3

Paul J 0

After that epic we needed something seriously silly, and Camel Up stepped manfully - or ungulately - into the breach, giving us a solid half-hour of racing stupidity. Camel Up not being a game to reward wise planning or tactical shrewdness, I won it. 

Then it was Skull King. 

I like to delude myself I'm decent at trick-takers, but I played this terribly. It was the best fun you can have shooting yourself in the foot though. My perception was that Chris seemed to be running away with it, but the scoring is incredibly swingy and Stuart's late game showing, aligned with Chris' late-game collapse, led to an extremely broad palette of numbers!

Stuart 340

Paul J 140

Paul H 120

Sam 60

Chris 40

I shuffled off to make dinner whilst Paul H claimed victory in 7 Wonders, followed by Chris, Stuart then Paul J.

They squeezed in a couple of plays of Strike (wins for Stuart and Chris) before we ate the chorizo stew, which didn't seem that hot until I realised I was coated in sweat. But I recovered in time for another oldie, in the form of Robo-Rally. I took another picture and realised that on a weekend of a lot of chuckling I had numerous images of everyone looking studious. So I asked them to laugh and I think they did quite a decent job of it...

As Chris said, Robo-Rally did show its age a little. Maybe the newer editions have done a little streamlining but it felt a bit phase-heavy and the chaos was ordered by little rules. However, that's not to say we didn't enjoy it. My decent start was harpooned by Chris pushing me off the board, as everyone else came a cropper of their programming skills and/or unfamiliarity with the whole shebang. The Pauls and I spent a lot of time being pushed, crunched, or falling over, whilst Stuart pursued Chris, eventually in vain as the only shove he managed to get in on him actually gave Chris a somewhat fortuitous win!

Then we went for a couple of shorter games in the form of Fantasy Realms and Raj. Chris thought he'd won the former when he triggered the endgame with the 'Sword of Keith' combo-ing it with a shield and something else I now forget. But Paul H's connecting brain sprang a surprise victory, as Stuart ruminated on his past mistakes...

Paul H 217

Chris 212

Sam and Paul J 134

Stuart 105

Raj was more bonkers. I won the first two rounds but collapsed zeppelin-style, as both Stuart and Chris overhauled me. Mojo is such a fragile thing.

Stuart 51

Chris 44

Sam 39

Paul J 37

Paul H 19

We finished off our last evening with more silliness - Chris and Stuart winning Strike...

Before Paul J suggested we finish the weekend with Misfits.

There was much laughter again, though I'm now a bit fuzzy about at whose expense it was. I do know that Paul H took the win though, and with midnight fast approaching, we wrapped up Chippencon as the storm continued to rage outside. 

Monday

There were no games in the morning, but the storm had abated as if in recognition. The sky was no longer elephant grey and the sea was considerably calmer. All that remained was for us to tidy up and get home, which meant navigating the various closed roads from the weekend's flooding. This was something of an epic in itself... thanks all for the weekend chaps. See you soon!