Got the creeping crud in my nose and throat today, leaving me with little motivation to get anything done. Jim and the boys were over yesterday. We played GMT's newest boardgame, Manifest Destiny. I really like it as a game, but the fact that it is nominally a simulation of the economic exploitation of the new world kinda annoys me. Jim spent several turns yesterday putting the natives of the American Northwest in their place. All in all I'd rather be killing orcs or equally non-existant victims.
"Man, is there anything Jeff CAN'T do when it comes to gaming? This guy is like a critical 20 every roll. Jeff can bite the heads offa five game geeks, including their sorry-ass DM, and spit 'em into a large duffel bag ONE AT A TIME!...that's just the kind of messed up bastard he is! You think yer a gamer, punk? Well..do ya? Jeff will depants your weasel-ass right in front of your grandma."