July try

Game one: "1313 Dead End Drive"


Nuthin' like "moider" to kick off a game night in high style and fashion. Players draw cards and move any and all pieces around a mansion loaded with death traps. By moving the pawns they own (as cards) and bumping off the remaining pawns, players try to max the cash they carry away. Due to the record massive turn out (7 players!) we played in 4 team sets. At right we see a set of the losing number. Ha! Not enough mayhem in their hearts. The winners were red Frog and his lady guest East Coaster! (at lower right) Kudos to their ruthless elimination of the lesser!








Game Two: "Sweet Valley High"
No sugar in this giant cat fight. 4 teams again vied to see would emerge victorious in the throat slash world of Hi-Skool dating! Claws, fists and feet were the order of the hour as the donnybrook rolled through the halls! Reputations were ruined and hair ripped from roots!In the end the Mistress of Malfeasance was none other than the proud beauty ENID! (below) Bow to her sly sidelong glance you fems of lower demesne! Grovel and lick earth at her haughty feet! Pay obeisance on your faces in the dust and mayhaps she'll allow you to worship from the parking lot at her gala beach party! HA! Oh ...East Coaster and Blame Game were the controlling genius behind this big win.

Game Three: "Concentration"
Yep! Based on the long running TV fave game show this reebus driven puzzler was just about as much fun as it looks. Players try and memory match pairs of items from the board and take home fabulous prizes like an old shoe?!? Well ...there was theoretically big cash for the team with the correct answer. Big "fake" cash! Below we see the winnin' 3! Evil E, Bad man B and corrupt ol' Dr. Kirby! Good work guys but the real winner in all of these proceedings is The KING...Elvis!!! (at bottom) Thank yew ...thank yew vahr much!!!

Wow!

June ...
Yeah. Played ...some games ...can't recall ...see April and May.

When?

May ...
Drugged! Max the hole damn sink! Blah!

Whu

April .....
Drunk! Missed the whole dang thing! Bah!

Tell Me More about Keynsham

Seems like ages since we've convened in the Fortress of Gamenitude for some rolling of die. So what happened to the grilled cheese sandwich at Ye Olde Game Night Tavern in the interim? Only the 2 for 1 on the pale ale saved this pilgrim's digestive system. Bad chef! No stars for you!

Let's Make a Deal


Everybody gets to be Monty in turn. Who gets to be Carol Merrill? Want to ponder the curtain logic in depth? Try this: The Monty Hall Problem

Sheesh. I knew that. That's why only the blindest of fortune enabled the hapless Dr. Kirby to best me at the end (see video below). Not bad for a Game Show game, all in all.

What's behind the curtain?


From probablity mathematics to labyrinthine topology in a single Game Night. Damn this is an impressive cabal.
In the soft grey squeeze as they "Mind The Doors"
Like a sacrifice for the minotaur.

Sacrifice to the Minotaur


The beast in all his lego glory.

Labyrinth


Played well. Moved quickly but with plenty of up tripping. Finally went to Dennis.

Minotaurus


On a related Bonzonian note, you simply must click over for High Vivian's "11 Mustachioed Daughters" video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y9ro2C_tUSc
This is the kind of crap that twisted me permanently in high school.

Worst-Case Scenario


Get out the scout manual. Blow on the spider.
And here's one we didn't play cause it was just too complicated. Hey, that grilled cheese was deadly.

Hip deep in Evil


Drama Flakes

I Win Everything!

Darryl’s Adventure

Darryl opened the door of the tar paper shack that was precariously standing in the solitude of a country lane which his stepfather's kin had long ago forgotten belonged to the family and so was available to his stepfather when no other place would have his redneck hide. The shack was his home now along with his stepbrother Jimmy Lee and stepsister Wanda Sue ever since his mother had divorced his father after the ruination of their family trip to Dollywood which had taken every last nickel of the family's savings and plunged them into irretrievable debt. 

Sleeping with the divorce lawyer had been the only way his mother had been able to save enough from the process to finance the removal of one deadbeat's tattooed name to make way for its replacement by her current deadbeat spouse. Not that he was supposed to know about that.

"Don't you go messing around with them Faye girls, Darryl!" his mother shouted after him as the screen door attempted to slam behind him. "They's trash jus like they ma and no fit company for my boy."
Darryl knew they were trash, of course. But they had a stash of their pa's corn liquor stolen off him when he got so drunk on Saturday night that he couldn't feel them slipping the key to his shed out of his pocket. That after he'd beat them for prying two boards off the back and making off with the jug which they had all enjoyed back in January when they had first invited him out to the woods. Bertha Faye had showed him her titties just before she got sick on her sister's bare feet. A boy would have to be crazy to pay attention to his ma with such enticements. Besides, he was pretty sure he was trash too, so what was the harm?

Ma had turned into such a pain lately. Apron strings just wasn't the word for it. Maybe she felt guilty seeing how he had become a redheaded stepchild way more than in literal fact. His stepfather was a jerk who had blown up his old house and marriage real good. The house was a hole on its old lot and his ex couldn't make up her mind whether to disappear entirely or hang around and make herself as unpleasant as possible. And Jimmy and Wanda missed no opportunity to add to the misery of his existence. He felt bad leaving Ma alone in such a pile of hillbilly purgatory but there was no way he was sticking around any more than the necessities of life absolutely required. Not when there was female breasts and godawful moonshine to be had.

Darryl grabbed the biggest piece of wood he could find before he reached the road and, using it sometimes as a walking stick and sometimes as a cudgel to knock off rotted limbs from any tree within reach, he headed off, more westerly than not. He could hardly see for squinting into the late day sun but, luckily, the familiar backfire of his stepdad's jalopy alerted him in time to duck for cover that the old man was on his way home from his day job of stuffing animal hides. On weekends he announced monster truck rallies. Either way, Darryl was more than relieved to have escaped detection and be able to continue his excursion. That weasel Bubba Bob something or other had taken Ma bad sometime around her divorce and made off with her sweet Chevy Impala with the bucket seats through some shenanigans of fate that Darryl didn't get at all and now they had nothing to get around in but some cobbed together crate that stank of taxidermist potions. 

"Darryl", Ma had told him, "don't you judge me! Ain't no way that rednecks like us can hang onto anything but debt. Best you learn that young, boy."

Didn't matter. He could hear the voices of Bertha and her sister, Wanda, from down in the hollow now. He picked his way carefully down the slope where the shadow of sunset had already taken hold. The girls must have already been taking their turns at the jug because all he could hear was loud giggling and snorts without anything being said that could be seen as causing that much laughter. "What's so damn funny?" he barked, taking both by surprise. They covered their mouths but could in no way control their amusement. "Never you mind, Darryl Carrottop", sputtered Wanda after a long struggle which led to her sister doubling over and the both of them, finally, tipping over in paroxysms which were out of their control and play acting at the same time.

He was offended at the name but was old enough now for something within him to see that the situation had, nevertheless, a promising smell and to let it pass. He squatted next to the still convulsive Bertha and waited out the fit. "You girls are already skunk faced" he offered when the giggling subsided at last. "Not!" they both said together, which set off another round of uncontrollable laughter. "Are so!" Even in the lantern light he could see they were flush and the play of the shadows across their blouses was starting something in his groin. "Gonna give me a swig or not?" His voice cracked. Wanda, who had still not regained her composure or her balance, waved the jug out towards him and caught him on the mouth with the edge of the heavy piece of crockery. "Oops", she squealed. He reached into his mouth. "Shit", he thought, "lost another damn tooth".

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Much later, the jug emptied and the moon well up, Bertha Faye demanded, "where's them pictures anyway?" Darryl, his mouth still aching but unable to suppress a broad grin, looked at her and said softly, "same place as always". http://www.flickr.com/photos/23129636@N02/sets/72157603820898882/