Paradise Lost

Machination is no more.

Those who are faint of constitution, or who wish to have certain mysteries remain inviolate are advised to turn back before it is too late.

You have been warned (Risk Legacy Spoilers).

Machination

On Saturday we played our seventh game of Risk Legacy. After failing spectacularly in the previous two games playing as the Enclave of the Bear, I returned to my tried and true Die Mechaniker. I'm happy to report that the Boys from Hy-Brasil soundly defeated the Saharan Republic and the Enclave of the Bear in a simultaneous two-pronged blitz, cementing their hold over South America and declaring  dominion over the sovereign state of Machination as reward for their third victory under my leadership .

As you can see, it's been a rough go over the past seven games. Sadly, there remains a single starting point in South America that other players can still take advantage of, unlike Australia, which James has bottled up for himself.

The game is full of surprises, and an absolute blast. The previous weekend at the Three Moves Ahead board game meet up I learned of something quite astonishing.

No good can come of this.

This little surprise sits on the bottom of the box under the tray. I never knew it was even there. The question is how long we'll be able to resist opening Pandora's box. Perhaps we should institute some sort of vote at the beginning and end of each game, each player getting a number of votes equal to their number of victories.

Looking forward to our next game.

Hello World

I've been putting this off long enough, I think. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Dave, bearer of the self-evident sobriquet of Furious. Canadian born and bred, I'm a dutiful father, husband, son, friend, software developer, inveterate gaming geek, et cetera.

This digital domain's primary purpose is to store the  meandering musings of my furious mind on whatever games of the moment I find fascinating. Board games, role-playing games, and all manner of digital diversions and their ilk are likely to be represented, depending on my somewhat mercurial moods.

I've come to that age where internal processing and memory are no longer sufficient to compile and contain all the necessary run times, and  much of the extraneous metadata will be dumped here from time to time, in an effort to keep my poor old ordinator functioning and free of extraneous diversions. Or something like that.

Basically, there's a lot on my mind and on my plate at the moment, and I feel a certain need to skim of some of the supernatant cerebral effluvia that seems to collect too quickly of late. So I'm dumping the dross here until I can figure out what I'm going to do with.

So, let us exult then in this supercilious sophistry, and shout out our traditional salutations!

main()
 {
        printf("hello, world\n");
 }

Just a Fool

The weird irony of this journal’s first entry dawns on me mere moments after sending it. The postdate hits me like a truck.

 “April Fools”, it calls with a Mockingbird cry and a Cheshire smile. How apropos.

I’m not entirely certain how many journals I’ve created and then quickly abandoned by the road side before the journey has barely begun. It seems this one has gotten the upper hand however, smashing me into the rain slick asphalt long before that opportune chance to toss it aside just happens along.

We’ll see about that.

Lousy SMarch weather.

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