Gaeman teim! Galactica
I love a good board game and Fantasy Flight Games makes some of the best overproduced cardboard pieces of weight lifting equipment examples of a finely nuanced game. It is by little coincidence that this weekend featured two of such bookcase filling monstrosities beautifully rendered and realized games.
The first round was that of Battlestar Galactica in which my brother, wife, and 2 friends played. This was our collective first outing of the game, the only familiarity of the game being dispersed by myself based solely on what I read of the cards/statistics/etc. My brother and one of the guys had no familiarity with the source material either.
I played the role of Col. Saul Tigh, resident bad ass and and accomplished but only social drinker - his drinking habits are completely exaggerated and a by product of Cylon propaganda. The others played Baltar, Starbuck, Adama, and Rosalin respectively.
The game started with Baltar acting... well... like Baltar-ish. It was not 30 minutes into the game and I realized and explained to the others that I had to do the only sensible thing. Lock that shifty eyed son of a bitch into the brig.
...and discard my hand because I was totally not a drunk. This did not happen numerous times over the course of the game.
But alas the starting Cylon fleet got a few lucky hits off on the Galactica and by the time that was sorted out, Rosalin gave Baltar the Vice Presidency. Shenanigans ensued as crisis after crisis failed and every resource the Galactica had went into the red. I was even in the brig at one point with that gutter rat Baltar. Later he had the nerve to look at my loyalty card and declare that I was a Cylon (A ridiculous lie if I ever heard one). But things turned around when martial law stripped Rosalin of her powers (the crisis card)... and then, in the most awesome move of the game, Adama appointed me the advocate.
At this point I could reduce at whim the difficulty of arresting someone to 1.
Baltar would have been out the airlock had my Judge Dredd inspiration allowed me. Instead he languished in prison while investigative committees kept the cards honest and from being overkill for the various crisises.
(pic: Galactica making progress.)
The resources for the Galactica painted a grim picture by now, but we were surviving by the skin of our teeth and Baltar played nice... until Rosalin orchestrated an executive order card to get him out of the brig.
(note: Upon reflection this is an error. You can't move anywhere until you pass the skill check. At least we were consistent.)
...and he promptly began chucking grenades around the Galactica while revealing his Cylon loyalty card.
(note: He actually pulled both the Cylon loyalty cards, and though only executing one of them revealed them both in error when he could of given one of them to us. He could of made all my accusations look pedantic if he passed on the card.)
His damage caused the Galactica loose a tick of fuel, leaving us at 1. A scouting party was dispatched to help out with the next jump, but they never returned and we lost the Raptor. The fuel tick turned out to be invaluable as both of the next jump destinations would put us at 0.
(pic: What a Cylon may look like.)
Cylons win.
The first round was that of Battlestar Galactica in which my brother, wife, and 2 friends played. This was our collective first outing of the game, the only familiarity of the game being dispersed by myself based solely on what I read of the cards/statistics/etc. My brother and one of the guys had no familiarity with the source material either.
I played the role of Col. Saul Tigh, resident bad ass and and accomplished but only social drinker - his drinking habits are completely exaggerated and a by product of Cylon propaganda. The others played Baltar, Starbuck, Adama, and Rosalin respectively.
The game started with Baltar acting... well... like Baltar-ish. It was not 30 minutes into the game and I realized and explained to the others that I had to do the only sensible thing. Lock that shifty eyed son of a bitch into the brig.
...and discard my hand because I was totally not a drunk. This did not happen numerous times over the course of the game.
But alas the starting Cylon fleet got a few lucky hits off on the Galactica and by the time that was sorted out, Rosalin gave Baltar the Vice Presidency. Shenanigans ensued as crisis after crisis failed and every resource the Galactica had went into the red. I was even in the brig at one point with that gutter rat Baltar. Later he had the nerve to look at my loyalty card and declare that I was a Cylon (A ridiculous lie if I ever heard one). But things turned around when martial law stripped Rosalin of her powers (the crisis card)... and then, in the most awesome move of the game, Adama appointed me the advocate.
"I AM THE LAW. I WILL BRING ORDER TO THIS SHIP. We will have no more of this civilian bull shit." - bad ass Col. Saul Tigh; arresting Baltar for the 4th(?) time.
At this point I could reduce at whim the difficulty of arresting someone to 1.
Baltar would have been out the airlock had my Judge Dredd inspiration allowed me. Instead he languished in prison while investigative committees kept the cards honest and from being overkill for the various crisises.
(pic: Galactica making progress.)The resources for the Galactica painted a grim picture by now, but we were surviving by the skin of our teeth and Baltar played nice... until Rosalin orchestrated an executive order card to get him out of the brig.
(note: Upon reflection this is an error. You can't move anywhere until you pass the skill check. At least we were consistent.)
...and he promptly began chucking grenades around the Galactica while revealing his Cylon loyalty card.
(note: He actually pulled both the Cylon loyalty cards, and though only executing one of them revealed them both in error when he could of given one of them to us. He could of made all my accusations look pedantic if he passed on the card.)
His damage caused the Galactica loose a tick of fuel, leaving us at 1. A scouting party was dispatched to help out with the next jump, but they never returned and we lost the Raptor. The fuel tick turned out to be invaluable as both of the next jump destinations would put us at 0.
(pic: What a Cylon may look like.)Cylons win.
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