Talking with the creator of Cytress, a richly imagined cyberpunk board game.

Repeated injuries will not dissuade me from looking for space junk in a solo RPG.

A moonshine margarita is made and considered. I reflect on how I fell down a rabbit hole by making my own quasi-RPG out of the combat game, Neuroshima Hex. And Whodini’s inside the joint.

Suerte Anejo is good. A surly merfolk learns a new solo dungeon adventure. Then Max and I shut ‘em down.

A fantastic 10-year-old bourbon, a pirate game, Run-D.M.C. and original poetry. This is all I got.

Hot toddies. Norman invasions. People Under the Stairs. That about covers it.

Trying to process grief with a paintbrush and microphone

Someone in Colorado once stole Humpty Hump’s nose and it triggered a meltdown.

Benjamin explains how his group played two simultaneous games of The Resistance: Avalon while drinking.

Drinking Negronis and showing two first-timers the intuitive fun that lies behind Dominion’s thorny exterior.

It’s a conspiracy of fun on Zoom, drinking and singing with the cast of Drunk Theory.

The best card game. The best rapper. The lamest Congressman. We’re on one.

Platoon morale is low: We need Coors and a card game about WWI.

The JK talks about his I Ching practice and why I was out of line shitting all over a Beanie Siegel track.

My cousin shows us The Crew, a co-op card game, I taste tequila with the fam, and then I play Chubb Rock.

I did dabs and lost hella bad because I thought the card with a galleon at sunset was actually moving and making sounds

Local mom-and-son duo teach me to play Farkle and overcome my revulsion to Scotch.

A bottle of Jameson is drained and the Allfather discovers the edge-of-the-seat thrills of Space Hulk: Death Angel

Talking Trinidad, CO gravel riding with Juan Delaroca. Also White Russians and Trivial Pursuit.

What do you mean we can’t use the ballroom, there’s nobody in here leave us alone