I popped down to the ribs tonight, as a blue moon rose above the city. I had heard, pretty much, that no bastard was going, so I was planning on setting a solo wargame up on the tables and gaming on my own. This plan fell apart, as I got a lift down there off Punk Matt, and it wasn't that likely that Punk Matt was just passing the Ribs on a Tuesday night and happened to offer me a lift. So unfortunately I had to play a few games with these bastards. Such is life.
We opened up on the left hand table with Nexus Ops. This game involved Punk Rich, Punk Matt, Punk Pete, and Punk Andy. OI OI! Nexus Ops is a ludicrously simple game of territory grabbing, trash talk, dice rolling and foolin'. We did a lot of foolin'. Punk Rich took an early lead but Punk Matt figured out how to play this game pretty quick. Punk Andy and Punk Pete struggled, duking it out for last place. Punk Andy built some dragons but it was a bit late. Punk Matt was in Punk Rich's bases, killing his dudes, and suddenly Matt had enough VPs to win. Much of this game revolves around being in possession of the Monolith and earning "SOME KIND OF CARD" (which I forget the name of). After victory, we (I) made Punk Matt wear the "Monolith" on his head.
After this, we played Manila, or I made everyone play Manila, one of the two? This involved no-one playing it very well, but Punk Matt basically was on form tonight and he tried out this new strategy which ultimately won him the game. Have you played Manila before? If not, I can't be fucked to explain it, but if you have, Punk Matt won by winning auctions and being the harbour master early on. This is a good strategy, but Punk Matt took it a step forwarder by mortgaging his shares a lot. The winning tally was barely over 100, this is low for Manila. Punk Pete said he wouldn't buy the game, but then again he spent most of the evening moaning to Punk Rich about Punk Rich's bloody Orc Blood Bowl team.
Punk Matt gave me a lift home, I made the most of not driving by drinking beers. This was a good evening of trash talking, drinking beers, consuming salt, rolling dice, foolin', being punks and wearing tiny little crowns. The way it oughta be. GOOD GAMING, PUNK BROS!
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We had much less fun on the other table. Ben, Luke, Tasha and New Rich played El Grande. Ben explained the rules, then proceeded to utterly destroy everyone else by scoring a massive 113 against everyone else's 73-80. This was from a combination of "helpfully suggesting" moves to Tasha on her first run through, with the effect of repeatedly royally screwing everyone over bar him, and not eating pork scratchings. Content with his victory he left everyone else playing a quick round of China, which was accidentally won by New Rich.
The highlights of the evening included Luke openly cheating by repeatedly looking into the Bastille, even after being caught, and New Rich being renamed Lovely Rich on account of being lovely. This must be the first time a man has been called "lovely" by a woman, whilst crunching on flavoured pig skin.
Scratchings count for the table: 5 bags
Alcohol consumed: 2x Baileys, 1x Whiskey, 1x Brains SA ("drink our beer, it will make your skull ache")
Ben, Lovely Rich, Tasha and Luke Superior were on the right hand table. Jack Shannon was absent because he needed 6 hours to plan a 1 hour R.E. lesson, which he later didn't give.
Firstly we played El Grande, which Ben won by a mile. Ben left early, presumably to make sure he was home by daybreak, and the rest of us played China.
Rich won China.
Table scratchings count: 5
This week I drank a few pints of Brains S.A. and then Remy Martin cognac, which was incredibly underwhelming.
Nice report, sir.
We had a scratching count of six on our table, which when added to Luke's table makes a grand total of 11. A new NoBoG record. All you pig eaters can be proud of yourselves!
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