You’ve got to wonder what it’s like to be a designer asking a reviewer to check out your game. It’s like in ancient times where the Vikings would sacrifice a lamb to the gods. Did I just compare myself to god? Look at the ego on this guy, after one person asks me to review their game, I act like I’m a doctor. If you didn’t get that, it’s because you’ve never heard the joke: what’s the difference between a god and a doctor? The god doesn’t walk around thinking he’s a doctor. Anyway, this is my round-a-bout way of providing a disclaimer that Get Adler! was provided for free.
I can’t swim. I mean, I can swim but I’m really bad at it. In high school I was nicknamed ‘the drowning rat,’ and that was before the school got involved. They had a mandatory swim class which I excused myself from every chance I could – probably explains why I’m so bad. At the end of the semester they awarded certificates based on how well you performed. The best swimmers receiving a Shark certificate, then dolphin, then manta ray, turtle, and so forth. For me, they gave me a Starfish certificate. Let that sink in for a second; starfish don’t even swim! Given all of this, would someone tell me, why the hell I bought a board game based entirely in the ocean?
Am I the only one who finds the ‘party games’ nomenclature weird? I was brought up on Hollywood’s definition of party meaning: loud music, pookah shell necklaces, dancing, drugs, that one dude yelling ‘Party’, alcohol, and more recently, sexual harassment. Nowhere in that idea is someone lugging around a 12-player party pack of Telestrations, asking the DJ to cut the noise for a rules explanation. However, if you know of a party like that; put me on the guest list.
Dave: I’m proud to announce that this is Roll to Review’s 10th review! Time to celebrate with some special guests. We have Paul, Quinns, and the other guy from Shut Up and Sit Down, and we’ll be talking about Barenpark. Say hello fellas.
Two years ago, I went to Japan. It’s an amazing place, but perhaps the greatest thing about the country is the food. Every restaurant we went to was fantastic. Which is why I have a problem with Hanamikoji. I’m meant to be the owner of a Japanese restaurant, but throughout our trip, nowhere did we find a place that served overcooked chicken, cold baked beans, and Vegemite toast.
When I first heard of Go Cuckoo I thought it was Twister with sticks, and was wondering where the sexual tension would come from. To my surprise it’s more like Pick Up Sticks with sticks. I’m doing a horrible job at selling this, so just read my review – it can only go up from here.