Game Night: CULTivate
This isn't a picture of the CULT-ivate board game. It's my cat, Midnight, helping me to play "The Plucky Squire". He was really getting into it.
Game Night: CULTivate
This isn't a picture of the CULT-ivate board game. It's my cat, Midnight, helping me to play "The Plucky Squire". He was really getting into it.
My medic did a medic thing and helped a party member who had been acid-splashed by one of the biomorphs.
She also made a note to pack a box of baking soda for future missions.
So we successfully drugged the warlord and turned him over to the insurrectionists/Marines and managed to get thrown out (well, asked to leave) by the second-in-command, so we are OUTTA HERE.
Right. The plan is to drug the warlord and hand him over to the insurrectionists/marines and then GTFO this planet.
Nova is preparing a syringe for Charlotte to use on the warlord.
Charlotte is getting gussied up for a private dinner with him.
All of this, to help the insurrectionists.
(I swear, it's just a game . . .)
KETAMINE BABY
My medic has talked the rest of the party out of killing the warlord and into paralyzing him instead. Getting him out of the way so the marines can deal with it is the current plan.
She needs to research paralytics, of course . . .
Our GM has made a layered map with working doors and functional staircases! This is FUN STUFF, kids.
Bringing the player who was absent last week up to speed and teasing him about how his PC stayed behind with one of the NPCs (who's hot, okay, she is) and perhaps making him blush a little until he realizes we're KIDDING MAN JUST KIDDING.
Anyway. On to the recap, and then we'll start tonight's shenanigans.
Saturday night.
Game is about to start (in, oh, 16 minutes).
We did more garden-stuff shopping and buying today. Got the third raised bed, got some humus/manure compost, got some "wear this outside" clothes. And waterproof calf-high boots with pollinators all over 'em. I love them.
Came home, did some maintenance tasks like burning trash and tending to that poor neglected compost tumbler, and setting up the kitchen compost bin again (on the porch this time).
Made dinner. Ate it.
Put stuff in laundry hamper to be washed tomorrow. Or Monday. We'll see.
Made a batch of low-carb BBQ sauce to have with the boneless country-style pork ribs, when the kids from up north come see us tomorrow.
Oops, game's in 12 minutes. Gotta run. Bye.
My husband got Bandido and I’m obsessed! Played for 3 hours straight. It’s the perfect mix of chill and thinking. We need to master it and then get Bandida. Highly recommend it for couples!
Well, we killed the alien after it killed a Russian soldier, and now folks are prospecting and chipping off rocks and shit.
"Here kid, here's some uranium. Put it in yer pocket and hope nothing falls off."
Not really, but you know how the behind-the-scenes chat goes. Heh.
Sorry, can't post, fighting a biomorph
I swear the kid that's with us will be our Doom with a capital D.
(I LOVE the character, and the player is great. But DOOOOOOOOM.)
And off we go to investigate the pyramid across the lake.
Where I bet the creatures that ate the political prisoners after last night's party live.
So fun.
We're doing our best not to become political prisoners here . . .
Pray for us please
LOLOLOL Our GM just had cause to use a fortune cookie generator complete with lucky numbers
I'm dyin' over here
Great, now we're at a "banquet" (more of a meet and greet with finger foods) given for us by the warlord and the kid in our party (don't ask) is filling a plate with shrimp so she can slip under a table to feed her cat (don't ask about that, either).
Just another Saturday night . . .
Well, we're meeting our local contact in a little fusion joint that's part izakaya and part English pub.
Katsudon is on the table. Literally.
At least we avoided the firefight that broke out a few blocks back.