Septic September?

Game One: Battle Cry!

Hoo-hah! It's the War Betwixt the States, suh! A battle of brains to be certain with Dr Kirby trying his dangdest to vanquish them damn Yankees. Here at left we see the son of the South sotted with grape and agog at the might of the industrial North. Let no one say that he was afeared to strike the first whollop. His troops moved without mercy into the heartland of Lincoln loyalists and kicked keester.

At the right we see General Grant smirking at Bob E. Lee's attempts to stave off the Blue Belly tidal wave. The South soon, facing setback after setback and in spite of a gallant try at historical rewrite, was on the ropes before it knew what had happened.

At left we can see the intensity of the brawl as Lee valiantly wards off the oncoming Yankee doom. Note the blood red dice ominously perched in the back ground. The South fell again but holds dear hopes of rising anon. All in all a great game. Several of the members recalled playing this one as kids. Highly recommended. One of a series of games along with "Skirmish", Hit the Beach", "Broadside" and "Dogfight". Winners all!

Game Two: Chop Suey:

A hidden classic from 1967. Players attempt to grasp chunks of "suey" with plastic chopsticks from a wind up rotating bowl. Irrepressible mirth ensued as well as appetite stimulation. At left Dr Kirby tries to sate his hunger. Hold on Doc! That's the game you're about to digest! Good for a fifteen minute interlude and fine for a once round, this game hardly left any hungry for more. I won! This makes this a Chop Suey memorable... at least for me!

Third Game: Monad!

Well ...words fail. I mean, what can be said about this compact powerhouse from the 3M game mob. The crew decided to let the picture at right tell it's thousand word tale and spare everyone tedious verbiage on the merits of this dynamic knockout! Dr Kirby was declared the absolute winner of Monad! Kudos K!

Game Final and Fourth:Take Twelve.

You take fourteen die and what do you get? Another game over and weeping I'll bet. But seriously ...for a rollin' bones offering this was entertaining. Two die are rolled and number combinations are matched with the other 12 numerically marked dice. When number matches can no longer be made the players turn is over. Numbers shaken and taken are added up. After four rounds a grand total is tallied and winner declared. I kept score and guess who won? Give up? Me! Haw! By 3 points! Double Haw! The lesson for all is make sure you know who's doing the accounting! Thumbs up for this deceptively simple cube-a-thon!

Game Night Is Good for You

Sure, everybody knows that Game Night makes you smarter and better looking. But did you know that that, due to the complex nutritional value of the refreshments consumed during an evening's hard play, it is also good for you? And it keeps you regular. I shit you not. Let's take a moment to review the essentials of the monthly Game Night Diet. First, of course, a balanced supper at the tavern conveniently located right next to our undisclosed location.

Then it's off to the Game Castle where the real feast awaits. All the game night food groups: wasabi, peanut, chocolate, cheez & bourbon. But, wait! Something is missing.


That's right Colonel. We forgot the vino and the Jim Beam. The game kings are actually divided into fiercely rival political camps: the wine party (known for some unknown reason as "The Grumps") and the whiskey party ("The Bumps"). Not to give anything important away but the Bumps will be winning all actual contests this night, fortified as they are by the special treat of smooth, 100 proof, Snob Creek.


We open the nights gaming with "Battle Cry". This war between the states will be fought with a Bump general staff for the North and a Grump one for the South. Oh, oh. Looks bad for the Rebs as the Army of the Potomac marches unopposed into Virginia.


Victory is clenched as the last Confederate resistance is cleaned out of the Chicago brothels. "Gen. Grant" is shown here smoking some sort of cheese cigar. ???



Appropriate, if not politically correct.





The Colonel demonstrates the correct use of chopsticks as he pinches out a narrow win.



Do I get this one? Not in the least. Perhaps the Doctor can explain once he's polished off that bottle.



Last call. Some kind of cheesy dice game. Time for the kings to wrap it up for September and sleep it off knowing full well that their cardio and other vital systems are safe for another month.