8th Official Meet n Greet (Officially a Temporary Unofficial Event Name)

🏛️🚂 BOARD GAME NIGHT VIII – Wonders Were Built, Strategies Were Not 🎲🥴

Behold: The Era of Wonders!!

A new age has dawned — not of peace, not of reason, but of monumental ambition and deeply flawed planning.
Blueprints were ignored, plans were improvised, and greatness was achieved through pure, unfiltered instinct.
And through it all, one phrase echoed across the Ages:
“I think this scores points?”
And oh, what wonders we built.
Or… attempted to build.
Or... accidentally ignored while aggressively collecting shiny cards and hoping for the best.

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Let’s be honest — the first few rounds looked less like a strategy game and more like Ancient Civilization Speed Dating:
🎨 Yellow cards were used for interior decorating — “because they matched the curtains.”
🎫 A neighbor was bribed for Papyrus with a Destination Ticket. And it actually worked.
🐐 Goat-based currency was introduced by two players.
🦶 I swear I saw a trade completed via toe math.
🔥 At one point, we weren’t sure if the café was on fire or if someone was just having a stroke...

And then… there was Jeff.

In the twilight of the Second Age, as cities flourished and empires rose, Jeff led an empire where ambition was high, planning was low, and points were nonexistent. He drafted like a man possessed. He traded like bartering was performance art. He built with the reckless confidence of a drunk oracle shouting, “This feels right!”
And yet, when the scribes paused midway through their tally — with only five of the seven chronicles recorded — a hushed horror spread across the land:

–2.

A number so cursed, so cosmically wrong, it cracked a scoring abacus and caused three mathematicians to retire.
“If this is his fate with but five scrolls revealed… what darkness awaits when all seven are read?”
Scholars would later name it The Jeffening — a fall so catastrophic that when future civilizations unearthed the ruins… they quietly reburied them.
Babylon turned away in pity.
Giza offered a sympathy stone.
Ephesus tried to file an insurance claim.
The scroll of his score was sealed in a clay jar and buried forever.
Spoken of only in whispers by traumatized mathematicians.
“It is said Atlantis sunk and that Troy burned — but those who witnessed The Jeffening know true devastation.”
Some say he lost the game.
Others say he invented a new one.
Either way… a Legend was born.

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Civilizations may rise, empires may fall, and scorecards may self-destruct —
But the board game table remains.
And once again, we gather — not to win (heavens no), but to chase glory, fail spectacularly, and maybe… accidentally form a cult to The Jeffening.

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💡 First time playing? Don’t worry — rules will be taught with 89% confidence and 11% ancient myth. Accuracy not guaranteed. Entertainment is.
🧭 New to the group? You don’t need to be a seasoned emperor to join — just show up and pretend you meant to play that card. We all do.
🎮 Have a favorite game or one you’d like to learn? Speak up like you’re addressing the Senate before a vote — dramatic flair encouraged.
🎭 Dress code: Ancient Ambiguity — togas, tunics, scrolls, sandals, cursed amulets, or anything that screams “Empire in Decline.”
⚠️ Warning: Side effects may include misplaced confidence, cursed sandals, and military-grade eye contact. If you trigger The Jeffening, we cannot help you.
🍇 Etiquette Reminder: Sharing grapes is encouraged. So is betrayal.
📜 Fun Fact: Ancient civilizations fell for three reasons — war, famine, and forgetting it was their turn.
🧂 Table Talk: Encouraged. Trash talk permitted, but curses must be delivered in Latin.

— Your Humble Architect of Mayhem and Miscalculations

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📜 Since Our Last Meetup...

🐫 The Camel Union posted a cryptic scroll reading only: “We remember.”
🍣 The Sushi Go Bandits resurfaced — spotted in a Red Deer strip mall, hoarding wasabi packets and recruiting new rolls.
🚆 Kyle was mysteriously absent. Rumors suggest he’s secretly laying track… or abducted by camel sympathizers.
🌀 The Oracle has confirmed: Tim’s tattoos are no longer tattoos — they are sacred relics.
👵 Betty White Sighting (Unconfirmed): Witnesses claim that in the Empire Building’s demolition dust, the faint outline of a cardigan and pearls appeared.