Fetching Feathers
The wind rustled gently through the trees.
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The wind rustled gently through the trees.
We are all so very conditioned to play board games to the end.
It was like there were pixels: red ones, blue ones and black ones.
Sometimes I want to become the character on my player board, living out their adventure and experiencing a dramatic story filled with excitement and suspense.
The sun had just begun its slow climb over the horizon, casting molten gold across the waves.
Working by candlelight, we carefully stepped between endless shelves of books, books whose vivid imagination and terrible thoughts had become real and had entered our world.
There is something fascinating about making things up that could never exist.
Most of us have heard of situations in our hobby where someone has behaved in a toxic way.
It started as a thought experiment, sealed away from the certainty of observation.
I think board games aren't just entertainment.