The Killzone Blitz hit the ground with tremendous clamor with brilliant contributions from all across the blogosphere, and I’m reliably informed that this monster has wheels. Excellent work, gentlemen. Excellent work indeed.
But yesterday was glorious: pure, unmitigated, glory -for several more reasons than the obvious above.
It is extremely rare that I get the opportunity to whittle an afternoon with dice and plastic –and a Sunday, no less- even rarer. Usually, the day of rest is reserved for family pursuits, for the in-laws, and for respectable activities like simultaneous baby adoration. If there’s time in the evening on a typical Sunday, I often feel deeply obligated to do lamentable things like prepare for the workweek. And so on.
But yesterday I was awarded a moment of respite that was both hearty and rich in vitamin Nerd. The wife kindly took the boy for some seasonal fun with his grandparents, while I was left utterly homebound with both a 6x4 table that needed playtesting and ample servings of time to do so. Delicious.
Thankfully, my very good friend (and all-round gaming deity) was able to orchestrate an appearance; his insight, spontaneous ideas, and general gaming acumen have already proved invaluable to the table’s maturation.
At the end of the day I felt like maniacally shouting “It’s Alive!!!”
It. Is. Alive.
I am beyond pleased to offer that the table is going to work superbly. Detailing begins this week. Fingers crossed.