Ape in April

Game One: "Heroclix":

An all geek freak show if there ever was. One against three and the advantage lay clearly with ...me! I figured I'd put up a good fight in the name of Jack "King" Kirby but instead ended up the king whiner. I blubbed immediately when Annihilus couldn't be brought down by a few of the Thunder gods hammer pops. Boo-hoo! At right we see the black bag of a terrible veangence I promised to wreak on the others if I lost.

The battle was joined and it wasn't long before it was handily revealed that eliminating a trio of opponents is no problem when you're getting one turn for every enemy turn.
The games high point? Herc smashing Wolvy's glass tushy with a fist of steel! (See below)Adamantium indeed! Can't die? Wishes he were able to after the king kong trounce he was dealt. Take that! And back to the north woods with you, flea bit misery of rodentdom! How satisfying!

Eventually goodness triumphed (how could it not?) and the winner was declared. Me! But a terrible price was paid by all!

Yes below left we see the evil ebon purse contents spilled out spelling doom for all! It's the A-Bomb and Ol' Nick's own son ...Nick's-Son! Brrr! A cold chill ran through the room. Thor ran for his wife across the rainbow bridge, beating it to Asgaard trying to cover his rear. If only the rest of us were so lucky!
Game Two. Emergency!:Based on the once hit TV show which Dr. Kirby recalled featured Julie London. Hmm ...a total lack of any kind of that sort of appeal was very noticeable in this game. The crew spent a slow hour driving micro fire trucks from location to location in an attempt to find some point of interest in this slug dull drear. It did look for a moment that the local high schoolers were up to hi jinx (see card below right) but ...false alarm.

At right we see an inadvertant indicator of what this game could do to itself. How bad was it? Well ...at least they must have attempted to play test it once as the spinner was modified with numerous "spin again" reads so that the thing would move beyond a total creep. At bottom is the winner obviously overjoyed that the end had come and we could finally move on to game three. If we ever play this one again it will be an emergency.

Game Three. "Quiddler"

Quiddler! A word card game. Players build words with the cards they're dealt. Fast and fascinating for yours truly as I was the winner once again. And how could I not be with letter word combos like the below example falling into my hands. (Helpful hint to future players: stash a valuable dual letter card for later in the game! Cheating! The "T" prefered method of play!)
This game was surprisingly amusing and I could see taking another stab at it in the future. No ...I did not cheat. That comment was a ..."joke"! That's it for this month. Next month: Bad Movie Night! Wahoo!

Gacha

More to come

Europe should tremble

Infidels! Infidels all! And the worst of the infidels are those beholden to that sodden priest who fools only women and children with his claim to the chair of Peter. They wander here, they wander there. They sail into the frigid wastes where only the blue-skinned Norsemen should freeze their shriveled manhoods. And yet they allow the Saxon scriveller to thwart them all. With a handful of ragged princelings and monks whose satanic drivel stirs only the beggars of the street this Luther has humbled the great princes and emperors of the rump of Rome. Were their legions once again lost in ambush in the dark and frozen forests of the Germans? No! They dared not even venture into them. Perhaps they feared that the stuffed bears would be, that night, feasting out of doors. These infidels are truly weak. They squabble amongst themselves and none are fit to be the ally of Suleiman. In spite of this I have seized the Hungarian crown and given it to the least of my slaves. I have united the great city of Venice with my own beloved Kostantiniyye and the day will come when even Vienna shall finally fall to the Conqueror.

1 Here we see the plotting of the Infidels

2 The witless Roman infidels

3 Who's this guy?

4 The English accused

5 Heresy is spread

6 Fear of perdition

7 Heretic smirk

Full sized, blasphemous images; click here

But, for now, it is time for me to wash the dust of Rome from my hands and return to my Harem where my favorite, Roxelana, has too long been kept waiting.

Throne of my lonely niche, my wealth, my love, my moonlight.
My most sincere friend, my confidant, my very existence, my Sultan, my one and only love.
The most beautiful among the beautiful…
My springtime, my merry faced love, my daytime, my sweetheart, laughing leaf…
My plants, my sweet, my rose, the one only who does not distress me in this world…
My Istanbul, my Caraman, the earth of my Anatolia
My Badakhshan, my Baghdad and Khorasan
My woman of the beautiful hair, my love of the slanted brow, my love of eyes full of mischief…
I'll sing your praises always
I, lover of the tormented heart, Muhibbi of the eyes full of tears, I am happy.

-Suleiman the Lawgiver