I’m obviously a dog person, so the thought of blowing up some baby cats has some appeal. Combined with my affinity for Oatmeal’s artwork and humour, and my intense love for small box games, Exploding Kittens seemed right up my alley. However, this is a negative review, and I wanted to warn you ahead of time because a lot of people enjoy this board game – which is fine – but I think you will lose that enjoyment once you analyse the game at a certain level. Which is what this review will be doing. As the saying goes, never learn how sausages are made, because you’ll never want to eat a sausage again.
Ever since the Cold War, business has been bad for mad scientists. They can no longer afford the good monsters. Instead they need to retreat to the discount shop, where the monsters are off-brand and half price, and a salesman follows them around the store. How do you do today? Just browsing? No, sorry, we don’t have the Creature from the Black Lagoon, is Swamp Creature OK? It’s more affordable and works in any coloured body of water. Dracula? Last one was sold this morning. A well written review on Campy Creatures? We don’t sell that here, you’ll have to go elsewhere.
This is going to be a good review.
Do you believe me?
Today I read an article about Facebook’s 51 different gender options. I quickly browsed the list and was devastated to find that there wasn’t a gender for loving small box board games. Terrible news! Because I love board games with a decent player count, light on the rules and small enough to fit into my bag so I can take it to work.