The Board Game Book
I am making a slight diversion from my usual reviews and am looking at a book instead.
I am making a slight diversion from my usual reviews and am looking at a book instead.
In the year 3030, mankind has developed the technology to hold epic real-life battle events where daring fighters skilled in direct combat and with hundreds of hours of experience piloting the latest advancement in mech suits, race around an arena where they place their turrets and mines, collect credits to buy weapons and shields, charge their energy storage and don their power suits in an attempt to reach the mighty mech exoskeleton, so that they can leave victorious, as hundreds of millions of viewers watch the proceedings and bet on which of the Tiny Epic Mechs will win.
In a future where mankind has resolved to abandon war and replace it with virtual battles, teams of nine elite fighters selected by their nations face each other in pairs to win a precious new energy source that promises to bring the world back from the ashes.
The stage is prepared: a dusty old tome in the middle, a silver dagger encrusted with rubies across the open pages marking a specific section in the ancient text, a goblet in front of the book filled with the blood of thirteen poor souls, and five candles arranged in a pentagon around the periphery of the white marble pedestal.
Focus your mind on this life, and prepare your soul for the next.
Clans of Caledonia by Karma Games comes with a lot of wooden pieces, cardboard tokens, player boards and the modular game board.
You're on the phone to the real estate agent talking about this great piece of land near a school and park, which would be ideal to develop into modern housing.
Inside the brewery, the mash and lauter tuns hum away happily on one side, as the brew kettle bubbles silently on the other.
The sun is high in the sky, shining directly down onto Main Street in this ramshackle town of wooden buildings.
It is with a sense of deja vu that you desperately type into the console in front of you in a frantic attempt to contact your colleague who, like yourself, has locked themselves into one of the bays on this vast manmade construct.