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Le sémillant John nous décrit ses soirées chez les ludochons !

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vendredi, janvier 4 2019

Time what is time... John? An answer ?

Similar to my incomprehension of the song by Blind Guardian, I am unsure as to what happened on this Thursday evening. It all started, as most winter's tales do, on a quiet and cold night. The air cold with the promise of coming frost, shadowy figures could be seen darting from street light to street light before doing a mad dash for the pool of light, warmth and comfort that is the Gamerkins hideout. Once inside all thought of the bone chilling atmosphere is forgotten. For all Gamerkin smile at you as you enter and greet them warmly. All ? Yes all! Even the dastardly Olivier. Anyhow I am losing track of the point of this story with all these recollections of happy new year wishes and good will. Because once all the tables were set, the Gamers inside and the hellos spoken. Game on. Swords are drawn. Teeth sharpened. Friendships broken. Spirits destroyed. This is not Sparta. It is worst. It's a table of "Quartermaster".

Some kept enjoying themselves cleaning windows in Azul. Smiling and laughing and merrily scoring their points here and there. One table away though war was being prepared. The second world war to be exact. Only... Time is not a constant it seems at the Gamerkins. And though the Allies in fact won both games we played. They won... Strangely at best.

The first game was not utterly unthinkable. Germany rather than pushing hard westward decided to annihilate the Soviet Union. I was Germany, and I annihilated. However in the process the U.K. and U.S.A took over all of Europe. In fact in that scenario not only did the Allies win, there would never have been a cold war either as the U.S.S.R was all but destroyed. The second game took another stranger turn. The Soviet Union declared total war on Western Europe, and whilst Italy and Germany expanded after cleaning up the red tide, the U.S and U.K. well... Decided that E.U. really wasn't worth it to be perfectly honest and instead took over the rest of the world.
So if you are a learned woman or man, please explain to me: How do such amicable friends become such avid enemies on the same evening ? What the hell are Blind Guardian talking about in a song, I think, about a movie I barely remember other than good old Harrison Ford starred in it. Why is it the Gamerkin is such an incredibly wonderful place to be every Thursday night ?

All I know is that we all wish each other a grand new year, full of games and laughs. We also wish the same to you. Happy year 2019

jeudi, décembre 27 2018

John en charlatan.... J'ai du mal comprendre...

Charlot le rigolo est un des plus grand héros de mon adolescence. Non pas que j'étais adolescent pendant son existence, la preuve ? Que je sache personne ne l'a jamais appelé "Charlot le rigolo". Néanmoins ce personnage incongru du cinéma muet (et des talkies! Qui n'a pas versé une larme pendant la scène du discours dans "The Great Dictator"?) me fit voir les clowns sons un regard nouveau et me donna ainsi la confiance de ne pas écouter les "bullies" et d'être fier de mes pitreries.
Une moitié de trentaine d'années plus tard, les Ludochons maudissent peut être mon héros, fatigués comme ils le sont de leur anglais fétiche. Mais c'est chez les Ludochons que fus en ce jeudi soir de fin de fête de Noël, et où je joua à "Charlatans de Belcastel" et "Planet".

Charlatan de Belcastel est un jeu à la limite du deck Building et un parfait entraînement dans la "force" pour assurer la victoire dans une campagne des contrées de l'horreur JcE. Aussi connus sous le titre de "stop & go" le principe est de collecter différents ingrédients afin de fabriquer les meilleurs potions sans qu'elles n'explosent pour faute d'overdose d'ingrédient instable. L'idée étant donc de pesé le risque d'ajouter encore des ingrédients pour améliorer le scoring d'une potion, contre le risque de faire un trou dans le plafond. Le fait que j'ai gagné la partie prouve, une bonne fois pour toute, que les Anglais savent cuisiner!

Planet, quand à lui, est un jeu de euh... "Planet Building" où l'on est en compétition avec ses adversaires pour créer la plus vibrante des planètes. Le fait que je gagne ici aussi prouve que je suis le meilleur dieu ?

Sur ce mes chers adorateurs, je vous souhaite de passer de merveilleuses fêtes et à Jeudi!

vendredi, novembre 23 2018

A Gamerkin's Thanksgiving !

Though they made it quite clear they were fed up with us in the 18th century, I reserve the right, as a Brit, to steal an American holiday. And so what better gift to my fellow Gamerkins (Ludochons), on this Thanksgiving day, than that of the English language. So here are my thanks for the year in the language of some guy called Shakespeare.

Firstly, I would like to thank the president of the club. For he made it quite clear, the first evening I spent with our beloved board game enthusiasts, that figurine games were a taboo in our common rooms. So thank you president Manu, your private use, this evening, of one of the rooms for yourself and a group of friends to play a game of "Dracula's America" was an inspiration to all power crazed Dictators of the world.

Secondly, I would like to thank Zaggus. The ever smiling, bearded and jolly fellow, who's constant bringing of gifts to the club members every week make me wonder why we don't call him Father Christmas yet. Then I remember how much money we give him for the service and the fantasy fades...

Thirdly, and to my utter amazement I would like to thank Olivier. Thank you for inviting me to finally play my first game of "Keyflower", thank you for proving during said game how sneaky and traitorous the Normans really are. Keyflower is a fun little management game, where you spend 4 turns using meeples as a resource to build a small colony that will produce as many points as possible at the end of the game. Wheat not being an item in the game, I went for the next best thing: Gold. Our back stabbing vile Olivier ? Norman like non other ? Waited until the last possible moment to sneak by grabbing all the tiles he needed to win the game. How dare he use his expertise and intelligence in his own game ? I will not mention how I ended last, behind an Elsa that didn't realize how close to the victory she was getting and a Cécile who beat me even after I purposefully blocked some of her scoring. Did I say Keyflower was fun ? In fact like the colonial time it represents it was a disease and starvation filled time of great misery!

Keyflower Keyflower - Winter is coming...

Lastly I will thank the Gamerkin. Thank you for embracing me into your midst, allowing me to write stupidities in a language that is not the official one of the club. I rediscovered the joy of games and of kind people. I met my significant other. I made incredible friends. I have every week a Christmas like evening, where a mysterious box is opened before my eyes, and I play with joy a new game.

Thank you all.

Until next week.

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