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🎵 🪗THE BALLAD OF THE MISSING INVITE 🪗🎵
It was late on a Monday.
The calendar sighed.
The invite was missing.
I had definitely tried.
“I’ll write it,” I said.
“Yes. I’ll do it quite soon.”
But then Citadels happened
And… whoops it was noon.
There were cards. There were coins.
There were crowns passed around.
There were districts being built
And then smashed to the ground.
First came Brad , oh dear me, oh my word.
As the Warlord, of course, the most feared and absurd.
He destroyed what you built,
Then destroyed it again,
Then destroyed it once more
With a smile now and then.
“STOP IT,” I said.
“Please don’t knock down that tower!”
Brad smiled politely
And removed it with power.
Then Jeff slipped in, quiet as night,
The Assassin precise, never wrong, always right.
Characters vanished
Before they could play,
Disappearing completely
When Jeff pointed their way.
I tried to keep order!
I tried to stay calm!
But then Jon P wore the crown
As if royal psalm.
He ruled. He declared.
He went first. That was that.
And somehow it worked,
Just like a trick from Jays hat.
Duncan arrived with a peaceful decree,
The Bishop, untouched “Destruction won’t work here on me.”
While cities burned elsewhere
And tempers grew thick,
Faith-based immunity
Seemed honestly… slick.
Then Cody the Merchant with gold in a wave,
Rich every single turn like the bank was his slave.
We asked where it came from.
He said, “Trade.” We said, “Sure.”
No further questions., his profits seemed pure.
Sasha swept through, light fingers and fast,
The Thief with a grin
And our money now past.
“I swear it was here!”
“I had two just last round!”
Strange how it vanished
Before Sasha was found.
Then Richard built fast
Too fast, one might say.
The Architect finished
While we blinked twice and said, “Hey.”
Two districts, then more,
Then somehow the game.
We looked at the board.
It was never the same.
And me? Oh dear me.
I was hosting the lot.
But what was I playing?
Honestly I forgot.
Was I King? Was I Thief?
Was I even still in?
I swapped plans, lost the rules,
Let confusion set in.
So if this seems rushed,
Or poetic, or weird,
That’s because I meant to plan
Then my week disappeared.
No structure this time.
No long speech. No disguise.
Just Tuesday night gaming
And chaos, surprise!
Bring games. Bring bravado.
Build cities with logistics.
Smile proud at your table—
As Brad wrecks your districts.
Doors open Tuesday.
Don’t ask why, or debate.
Just show up and play.
To Invite Twenty-Eight.