Written by Michael Barnes
March 10, 2011
Shellie emailed me a little while ago and said "OMG, have you died? Where is Cracked LCD?". And then she threatened to fire me. The truth is, Bill Abner is completely AWOL, I think he just got a review code for Shogun 2 and as such my four-in-one review of some new Victory Point Games is languishing on his desk. Or I think he might be travelling. So, while you bide your time wondering how much I really didn't like Parsec, here's some stuff from Nohighscores.com you might like.
Written by InfinityMax
March 08, 2011
I'm handing over tonight's review to my favorite (read: only) guest reviewer - my dad. He likes Thunderstone, and I don't, so I sent him Dragonspire and he reviewed it for me. Saves me playing the game (which, as I mentioned, I don't like) and gets me out of writing a review. It's like a one-night vacation. So while I kick back and go to bed early, you can enjoy this in-depth look at the newest Thunderstone expansion. Give it up for my old man! And don't forget to tip your waitress. ...
Written by MattDP
March 07, 2011
Late last year when the release of a new board game in the Dungeon & Dragons franchise was announced I was really excited. It was really good to see a company with the muscle and experience of Wizards of the Coast re-entering the board game market, and I was hoping they’d bring something new to the dungeoncrawl genre, a group of games in which I love the concept but have too often been disappointed by the execution. That game was Castle Ravenloft and this time I certainly was not disappointed. Ever since I’ve been eagerly looking forward to the followup...
Written by SuperflyTNT
March 04, 2011
Zombie Survival - A game of survival and backstabbery that embraces the old idiom, "You don't need to outrun the bear, just the slowest person at the campground!"
Written by InfinityMax
March 02, 2011
Groff Deathbloodfang, squire of East L.A. and fire marshal of the apocalypse, spread his leathery vampire wings and swooped down out of the night. His prey was below him, hot blood filling his nostrils like the cream in a chocolate eclair. He dove down, down, down, down, down, down and one more time down, claws extended to pluck his dinner out of the inky blackness and devour the human's terror. He was a wolf on wings, a wolverine in a hang glider, a badger on roller skates.