Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Session Report

JRR Tolkein:

The game was set in the deep basement of our little friend, Bandyburr. It was not a barren and sandy basement, nor a wet basement filled with all sorts of mildew and rubbish. It was a Bandyburr basement, and that meant comfort.

The basement was once the great basement of the old Miller family, or, as it was called at that time, "Miller's basement". The Miller's called it "The Cellar", or as we say in modern English "down the stairs". But the Miller family moved away when their pipe-weed ran out, and now the basement, and the house above it, was owned by the Bandyburr clan.

One late evening I sat on the steps with young Bandyburr in his eleventeenth year as he ruminated about his house and his basement. I blew my pipe, sending spheres of multicolored bubbles into the later evening air.

"Why, Gandalf? Why has it come to me? How come I have to live in this house with this basement? I wish it was someone else!"

I answered with a warm smile. "So do all who live in such a house, young Bandyburr. But ours is not to choose what house we live in, but to make the best of the house that has been given to us. You may yet be surprised at the role this basement has to play, for good or for ill."

PG Wodehouse:

"Ah yes, now where was I?" I said. My infernal bowtie!

"You were talking about the game, sir!" said Jeeves as he intervened to fix the tie. Dash it, what a chore it was to fix one's own tie!

"Was I? Oh yes I was! Quite clever of me, wasn't it?"

"Yes, sir. Very clever indeed, sir." The aforementioned tie was just about fixed, in the way that ties can be fixed if they so have a mind to be.

"What was I saying?"

"You were saying how the game was set up, sir."

"Oh, yes, I was. Very good. Good thing you reminded me." I smiled squarely at the mirror. What a tie!

"Yes, sir."

"So. Um... so how was it set up?"

Raymond Chandler:

How was the game set up? That was what the dame was asking me. I wanted to answer. But I could see that she wasn't asking about the Settlers game. There was a game being played, but it wasn't Settlers.

"Why should I tell you?" I played. My card hit the table face down, like my partner's body had hit the pavement. I knew by her straight flush that she hadn't been expecting me to keep my cards hidden. My ace in the hole. Some game, I thought. If I'm playing a game, I want to know what the stakes are. And if any of those stakes are aimed at my throat.

She wasn't talking. Well, she was talking, but she wasn't saying much.

She batted her baby blues and took an interest in her shoes. "Is that any way to talk to a lady?" she asked. Hell, no, I thought. But there were no ladies in here.

Ernest Hemingway:

I looked at the board. It was cardboard. Hexes. A good game. Full of lust and vinegar. My father used to play this game with me. We would go hunting. The smell of metal shot would hang in the air. A fresh blood kill, which meant fresh blood meat. I hated the blood, but the meat was juicy in my mouth even before we brought it home and my mother would sear it up. Then we would play as the searing smell of meat wafted in my nostrils.

The meat is gone, but the memory of the blood lingers on. I see it when I place the clay hex on the board with my straight unshaking fingers. The hard Spanish tequila sits near the board, drilling into my head as I remember the night when I last saw my Spanish hard-bodied girl, Maria Catanialla.

A.A. Milne:

"Here's how we play. We put the settlements on the board and then we get points. Did you get that, Pooh?"

"Pooh, are you listening to Rabbit?" asked Piglet.

"Yes, I was listening, but I didn't hear properly, because just as I was listening I got a rail from TransAmerica stuck in my ear. Could you just repeat that last part?"

"From where should I start?" asked Rabbit.

"From the part where I couldn't hear properly," said Pooh.

"And where was that?" asked Rabbit.

"From the time I got the rail stuck in my ear," said Pooh.

Rabbit threw his hands up in disgust. "Oh Pooh, you have very little brain." He huffed out of the room.

Robert Asprin:

"So you put the house on the board and it scores points," I said, not feeling too confident.

"It's a settlement, and yes, and it also gives you more resources," Aahz was smiling. When Aahz smiles, it doesn't make me feel any more confident. In fact, I felt like my confidence had just gone on a full-blown vacation.

"But you said it scores points," I said tentatively.

"Yes, that's right, kid. Now you got it."

"So how does it give you resources?"

"You roll the dice."

"You can roll the dice if you have a house?" I asked.

"No, you roll the dice, anyway." Aahz began to get that look.

"I don't understand." That was the wrong thing to say.

Aahz looked up at the sky and shook his head. "Of all the people in my game group ... " He looked at me. "Look kid, you gonna roll the dice or am I gonna bite your head off?"


Judy Blume

The boys were making fun of me because I didn't understand the game. It wasn't fair!

"Look at her! She put her house on the 11 - 3 - 2. What a loser!" Bobby laughed and laughed.

"Oh, shut up, Bobby!" I was nearly in tears. I stood up and ran out of the room, crying. I was so mortified! I wanted to die! Why did Mom and Dad have to send me to this game group? Why couldn't we stay in New Jersey?

And on top of that, my stomach was causing me pain. Maybe I was getting my period? What was that like? I wondered.

Elsa Holmelund Minarik

Little Bear put a wood down on the table. He put a brick down on the table.

"That's a wood," he said. "See? That's a wood. And that's a brick. That's a wood and a brick. I can play a road. I will play a road on the board. I will play a road right here."

Little Bear put a road down on the board next to his settlement.

"Very good, Little Bear. You played a road. That was very well done." said Cat.

Little Bear was very happy. He did a little dance.

Monty Python

Fetch me hither a development card, if you please.

I'm sorry, we're right out of development cards. Always get them later in the week.

Tush, tush, not my day, is it? Do you have any roads?

No sir.


Y........ no.






Not today, sir.

I got it. How about wheat?

Not much call for it round here.

Not much call ...? It's the single most popular resource in the world!

Not round here, sir.

I see. So, what is the most popular resource 'round here'.

Wood, sir.

Wood, is it?

Yes, sir.

Wood, you say.

Staggeringly popular. It's our number one best seller.

I see. Wood. OK. .... Have you got any he asked expecting the answer no.

I'll have a look, sir. .... nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn No.

Dylan Thomas

This wood I cut
This wheat I shocked
This heavy brick I built upon
In town at night
So deep and dark
I raged and cried out in the dawn
My father still
So pale and wan
This earthy game was done and gone
His head I held
While whispr'ing I
Sleep now, sleep, for we have won.



Unknown said...

I literally laughed out loud at the Judy Blume session report. Well done!

Anonymous said...

"She battered her baby blues"? I know Americans like a lot of things fried, but, yeesh, c'mon, if you're gonna fry a dame's eyeballs, ya gotta at least put 'em on a stick and dip 'em in chocolate.

Yehuda Berlinger said...

Oops. Fixed.

I wouldn't want to write anything ridiculous.


Shannon Appelcline said...

Very good!

Melissa said...

Too funny, Yehuda!

These are great.

dave said...

Do you take requests? How 'bout some James Joyce?

Coldfoot said...

I can see it now. Duelling "Gone Gaming" session reports.

Mary-We played with a nice group. Shannon was a gentleman as always. His delightful wife hit it right off with the cat...

Grog-This "game" is MORE ABOUT "chicken" than "any" known BOOK. Period.

DW-What a great game. Reminds me of a stripper I used to date...

Appelcline-Somewhat original game. Will probably appeal to people who like somewhat original games of this genre. Style 4/Substance 4

Gola-In the process of choosing the game to play I noticed a rare copy of "Full Metal Planete", a game I have always wanted to play. That got me thinking. "Full Metal Planete" is French in origin, oddly enough so is "Risk". So I suggested a game of "Risk". As fate would have it our host didn't have Risk in his game collection, so I suggested "Princes of Florence" just to see how annoyed DW would get...

Coldfoot said...

That's it, I'm throwing out tomorrow's post in shame and embarrassment. No way I can compete with Yehuda's post OR Grog or Brian's additions. :(

Coldfoot said...

Eeeekkk, and gamesgrandpa as well! He posted just before I did. Good bye, cruel game world....

ekted said...

[b]Princess Bride[/b]

The battle of wits has begun. It ends when you accept an offer and we both walk away...

All I have to do is deduce from you...are you the sort of man who would give wood for brick? In that case I can clearly not take the wood in front of you!

You're taking my wood then?

Not remotely! Because you knew that my bricks were purchased in a 2 for 1 sale, so I can clealy not offer these bricks in front of me.

You want some sheep?

You'd like to think so! Those sheep came from Australia which is entirely peopled with criminals, so I can clearly not take the sheep in front of you.

You have a dizzying intellect.

Wait 'til I get going!...

Yehuda Berlinger said...

James Joyce:

Wool I said to him though he never gave me a farthing for a brick though I went each morning to the mass with my hair in a bun not knowing his wood that he needed from me to build a road where my village stood in the early morning needing development or so I though but that was my youth and he pressed me wool he said wool for my wood and I loved him in the early morning sun drinking my tea oh so strong when I makes tea I makes tea he said gleefully and so I yes gave him an answer that yes he can have my yes wool for his yes wood and so we yes I said yes yes yes I said.

Anonymous said...

"You can't put it there, Harry, honestly, weren't you paying attention when the rules were explained?" Hermione huffed.

Harry fiddled uncomfortably with the small wooden house, while Ron complained, "Hermione, why must you always play by the rules?"

Harry put the house on another corner and asked, "How about here, then? It seems like an ok spot."

Before Hermione could answer, Snape came in and coldly ordered, "You Griffindors need to get out in the fresh air and pick up that rubbish before you go."

Yehuda Berlinger said...

I laughed out loud when I read your session report and am wondering if I can re-publish it in our club newsletter? You'll get full author credit, of course, and I'll even provide links back to your original blog.

Fine with me, assuming credit and links. If any other GG members object, I expect that they will speak up.

I could even provide you with a little Geek Gold if you are willing to accept payment.

Not necessary. I never turn down gifts, however. :-)


Mike Doyle said...