Everyone was having a fish party so I grabbed my fish fork but once I arrived I realized I had grabbed my pastry fork instead. Everyone laughed at me. “Want a fish pie?” they kept asking. “Want a fish pie?”

God, I’m so embarrassed. I wish I had seen this chart sooner.

I feel like this system is flawed but I don’t know enough about mushrooms to refute it

But it makes their friendship score go up when they win, so… they like it? Maybe?

And also the flintlock

I will wonder, forever, if this is meant to be the good soup or the bad soup.

(Don’t tell me.)

Can you also atone for my sins while you’re at it? Thanks.

– Crowpernicus

Tomorrow.

I want her clothes though

Talisman is my favorite board game! I own all the expansions for the most recent printing.

If anyone wants to try it, just remember its an older game that isn’t meant to be balanced. The feel is more like a fantasy quest with highly random elements, or a party game where fortunes can reverse quickly. There are strategies you can use to win consistently, but the game is more enjoyable if you take it as a story rather than something to be optimized.

(And if that isn’t your thing, that’s ok)

Yes, I forgot to mention. The game is tuned for multiplayer and is waaaaqy more enjoyable with resource boosts and timer reductions.

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Maybe Ark Survival? You go from caveman to future tech. There’s dinosaurs and I like the story.

I would just drop the “so-called” and put the term in quotes.

Western countries belonging to the “Paris club.”

Or get rammed by a Maus. Good to keep some variety in your life.

Last game I played was World of Tanks, so…

Society as we know it ended in 1919, after the calamitous fall of every world government. There is no order or law save the will of the Tank Clans, roaming columns of tanks from every nation on the constant prowl for ammunition, fuel and supplies to keep their rampage sustained for even a moment longer.

To be a tanker in this time is to embrace chaos and anarchy. Tank clans commit to bloody battles, fighting to the last man over scarce resources. The victors cannibalize the smouldering wrecks of the fallen for whatever scrap remains. Technological advances come at the cost of hundreds fallen, all in the name of making deadlier war machines. This the world I now inhabit, a world of steel and chaos, of armor and war. This is…

The World of Tanks.

Look, in my defense my brain is a fucking prick

This is fucking fantastic