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ShinyBirdTeeth posted:In an ideal economy - social democratic or capitalist - housing would expand to meet the demand generated by a growing, thriving population, so this failure must lie somewhere beyond the usual scapegoats of "the market" or "the state" in some unseemly hybrid of the two. That is why it is called Monopoly, Aunt Carol, and that is why you will pay. Manifisto posted:"it is not simply a question of where," I said, settling back in my chair, pipe in hand. "the where has been obvious from the beginning. likewise the how leaps out to the keen observer, and with that particular detail," I paused a moment to take another puff, "the who comes inevitably, as night follows day. no, these were never mysteries. what I have struggled with is the why, and I will admit to teetering on the edge of despair. yet I had an instinct, and it led me to relentlessly pursue a memory--a sordid tale of a room uncleaned and an allowance unpaid." my eyes narrowed and my expression hardened. "sound familiar cindy? it should! long have I noted your jealousy at my pokemon cards and popsicles, the wages of the virtuous, but I never thought it would bring you to this sordid end--strangulation in the dining room, the heart of our home!" a wail of sirens became audible in the distance, quickly growing louder. "it was all in the clues! and now that they have been read, you will pay!" Splatmaster posted:...finally, after hours of careful preparation and planning, after making sure all the connections were in place, after doing one last sound check, I was ready. The other elements had only recently come to pass- crucial to my plan, yes but not my magnum opus, my piece de resistance. The dice were cast. There they lay on the table for all to see. With a satisfying 'click!' I energized the circuits, hearing- NO! f e e l i n g them come to life with crackling malicious energy. Raising the microphone to my lips I sneered before I let loose my victorious battle cry to decimate my family, my foes as I shouted... |
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Hour 43: The Risk game claims another relationship, but I have something far more precious than love, Kamchatka. |
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May 24, 2018 19:19
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Dear journal: we have been on the island for nearly a year now, and I fear we have made a terrible mistake in leaving the old country. We have run out of trees to cut. We have no usable stone, nor iron to work. No wheat will grow in our stony fields. We have one thing - sheep. Hundreds and hundreds of sheep. Their bleating drives us mad day after day. The taste of mutton has grown old and malnourishment is rearing its head. The scratch of woolen clothes has grown unwelcome. There is nothing but sheep. The town over the mountain has drawn inward. Its people speak a strange tongue, but we once enjoyed good trade. No longer. They have built a port and now they trade only abroad. They say they have little use for sheep. I must go now. A din has arisen outside: the robbers are coming. When they find nothing but sheep to take, they will be angry. I pray this is not the last time I write here. Farewell. |
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May 24, 2018 19:27
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night after night I play along. one wins, the other wins, our superficial fortunes ebb and flow. but I will never truly be defeated, for deep in the depths of my secret private heart, I am not sorry.
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May 24, 2018 19:28
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Munchkin? Get that scrub league poo poo out of my face. You wanna play cards, we're playing MtG, Grandma. |
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May 24, 2018 19:32
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5:30 PM "Bridge, what a quaint idea." 7:30 PM "I admit I even took you for a naif, but you showed your true colors didn't you? No more talk, can you take the trick or is your treehouse mine?" |
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May 24, 2018 19:37
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it is very late, well after our family gathering, and walter and I should be asleep. indeed I am on the verge of slumber when I notice that walter is sitting upright in bed. the moonlight through our bedroom window illuminates a curious expression on walter's face and the ominous glint of sharpened steel in his hand. "what is it?" I cry, louder than I intended. "the hippos," he says flatly. "they hunger." |
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May 24, 2018 19:38
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If you've never been injured playing full contact spoons you weren't playing it right |
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May 24, 2018 20:09
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I stopped wondering why they made me wear the oversized pants and suspenders after they brought out the fire ants.
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May 25, 2018 05:31
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No, uncle Jerry. I am not having you do my taxes. No, aunt Cindy. I am not using your expertise as a former CFO Yes, these spreadsheets ARE part of the game. Dear family, we will be playing 18xx, and we will be running train companies. No, cousin, of course it’s stupid trying to make money on trains in the present day. We’re playing as if we were robber barons in the 1800s. That’s why it’s called 18xx and is why we have these antiquated clothes on. Apparently I'm #1 Kotori fan |
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May 25, 2018 12:56
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My family LARP game night where my mom plays some kind of sexy elf wizard and keeps reminding us of how attractive she is and my dad plays some sort of dirty pervert gnome. I really wish my parents didn't make entire family participation mandatory. I never wanted this, why can't we just play scrabble.
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May 25, 2018 13:10
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Today we found a better way to play Mouse Trap and the world beat a path to our door and robbed us blind. Now we just play Blind Man's Bluff barefoot in the front yard until someone steps in dogshit
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May 25, 2018 13:29
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NASA just gave us permission to play lawn darts. We can use 2 stage solid rocket boosters, just no ordinance this time, the last time we almost started a war with Canada- it took 2 hours for them to finish apologizing!* *sorry https://i.imgur.com/QKTkerO.mp4 |
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May 25, 2018 13:58
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my ten year old sister has now turned herself into a one-girl oligarchy. she controls state media and owns all land. we are playing monopoly. help
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May 25, 2018 15:21
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Playing monopoly and my mom keeps trying to make it a monopsony |
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May 25, 2018 15:26
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alnilam posted:Playing monopoly and my mom keeps trying to make it a monopsony i'm the deadweight loss Apparently I'm #1 Kotori fan |
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May 25, 2018 15:44
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indyrenegade posted:my ten year old sister has now turned herself into a one-girl oligarchy. she controls state media and owns all land. we are playing monopoly. help she has put us all in jail. the game hasn't stopped. she refuses to feed us |
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May 25, 2018 16:29
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Don't Break the Ice but with jackhammers
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May 25, 2018 16:35
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Playing hearts the Aztec way, with still beating hearts. |
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May 25, 2018 16:49
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[Son attempting a Scholar's Mate] Mom: "You're lucky I'm not your father." |
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May 25, 2018 17:31
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The air is heavy and not only from the crushing summer heat. A bead of sweat, a squinted eye, "Go fish." |
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May 26, 2018 19:56
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Played cards against humanity with the fam last night, found out my nephew is into foot stuff.
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May 27, 2018 05:11
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Awesome winter sig by Symbolic, love it!
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Using UNO cards to cut up lines of crushed Sorry! pawns to be snorted with a $100,000 bill from Life. |
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May 27, 2018 05:30
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Challenging my brother to see who can eat the most Monopoly hotels in 60 seconds. |
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May 27, 2018 05:33
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Me, shouting over the din: “Look! All I’m saying is Secret Hitler had some good ideas!”
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May 27, 2018 12:14
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Day 12- It seems like only yesterday my sister played the same card I did, an 8. Only I played the 8 of Hearts, she played the 8 of Spades. Since that fateful day I have dug a ten-foot deep trench that runs the length of the house, taking me within range of all the most sensitive areas of the battlefield. It has all the imagined amenities one could hope for in a trench. I spent the past 2 evenings making a gas mask, my spies reported that my sister's forces were infiltrating the kitchen pantry. That's where we, in a former life, kept food stuffs, including condiments. Condiments such as mustard. You can weaponize mustard. I made my final fittings to ensure I had a good seal on my mask, blowing it out once to secure the seal. I settled myself face-down on the floor and prepared to low-crawl my way to the kitchen. It was a risky move, but the sneak attack was all I had left. This was after all, WAR! |
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May 27, 2018 14:36
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Fact: We have lost most of the pieces from most of the games Fact: We have sampled all the fruits of Messrs. Milton and Bradley Fact: Game night must continue Proposal: I give to you Mouse Trap Extreme. Your Mother and I have assembled the corpses of our other board games into a superior game - a Frankengame, if you will. Please consult your rule binders. Festivities begin in 24 hours. |
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May 27, 2018 18:47
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"tonight children we're playing a different sort of game" Mom injects herself with a syringe "a game of co-operation not competition" her eyes go sallow, dad puts an ice compress on her arm "tonight we play PANDEMIC" ---------------- |
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May 27, 2018 22:27
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Chasterson posted:"tonight children we're playing a different sort of game" |
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May 27, 2018 23:03
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While playing charades I got the aristocrats, and long story short I'm no longer welcome in my parent's home.
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May 27, 2018 23:28
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don't wake daddy. we woke him once... and what came back, came back wrong
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May 29, 2018 18:54
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Sir, you were warned. Three-year old, being escorted out: gently caress you and your hippos. |
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May 30, 2018 03:20
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ShinyBirdTeeth posted:Sir, you were warned. Beating a tiny fist against his chest, "I'm the hungriest!" |
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May 30, 2018 03:21
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Who's up for a game of "Don't Whiz On the Electric Fence?"
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May 30, 2018 13:12
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Uh oh, sweetheart, that's a no-no! You can't make that move because sending your troops across the DMZ to bypass your brother's naval blockade would be interpreted by my forces as an act of war—perhaps you'd be interested in holding off mobilizing your units and investing this turn's funds in a research agreement with me instead? It's okay sweetie, everyone makes boo-boos! Just don't let them turn into international incidents, we wouldn't want to involve your mother in this |
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May 31, 2018 22:38
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No, Grampa, it's okay. I've played this one a million times, and... (Grampa's trembling, papery hand lifts the tiny cardboard circle from the board. His eyes narrow at the symbol in red on black, glossy and vibrant) ... No Grampa it's not like that! They set it up so the good guys... (Grampa's gaze becomes severe, frightening. The fire of ten thousand memories flickers behind his long, intense scrutiny. The children can't possibly know what that symbol means to him. What it meant to those men... those boys, whose faces he can still see in the shadowy hours of dusk) ... I know it's not cool for a boardgame to have swastikas but it's historic, and you really can't win as the Axis... (Grampa sweeps all the cardboard circles on to the floor, grinding them under his slipper as he trudges away to be with his thoughts) Grampa? Grampa? gently caress why didn't we just play Risk like normal people... |
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Jun 1, 2018 05:31
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BoldFrankensteinMir posted:No, Grampa, it's okay. I've played this one a million times, and... |
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Grandma in her craft room painting her one thousand point Necron army. |
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