March 21, 2012
I love and prefer Euro-Games, but sometime in secret I'll bust out a box of Monopoly, a gallon of Vodka, and a tub of ice cream and hate myself in the morning!
All of them
A wizened Romany threw some knuckle bones, cut the throat of a rooster, and spit-sprayed it's blood mixed with some sort of homemade white liquor over a chalk-scribed symbol. Then I wound up here. Kinda strange now that I think about it.
I'm a scruffy looking nerf herder who is part geek, part punk rawker, part bourbon lover, and all gamer! Les jeux sont faits!