A random note on train games

I stopped by our FLGS the other night in search of an impulse purchase dopamine rush and the tables were filled with a game of Brass and one of 18GA. Everyone was heavily into the game, hunched over the tables, silent. It reminded me of entering a serious bingo parlor, or maybe an opium den.

I was going to buy Space Hulk: Death Angels, but my eleven-year-old loudly reminded me that I only play games once then sell them again, so what was the point. Oh the shame.

Don't bring that boy to my house. My game-buying habits will reduce him to tears.