The boardgaming bug is a curious beast. It had flitted about my head all my life as I maintained a healthy appreciation for the hobby, never really crowding my vision with its gossamer wings as I dabbled here and there, maintaining a respectful distance. Board-curious if you will. These manageable bouts of entomology came to […]Read More Rum, Sodomy and the Thrash – an afternoon with Sea Evil.
It comes in a big black box. It’s arrival unsettlingly reminiscent of, and of no less import than that of the obelisk that heralds the outset of Kubrik’s 2001. It costs four hundred US dollars and weighs ten kilograms. But you will normalise this. You’ll normalise a lot of things in the Kingdom Death Cult. […]Read More Kingdom Death Cult