![]() Physically this game is nothing like that! My thumb and now fingers on my right had have surpassed blisters and I’ve taken to frequently wiping bloodstains from my phones screen and I’ve developed an unusual ‘hooked’ conformity to my hand! There’ll come a day though that I’ll reach the top. ![]() But the game is played again and again because the belief is that one Christmas, just one Christmas you may outwit your relatives. The game reminds me more in an emotional sense of a late evening game of Trivial Pursuits at Christmas, played with inebriated relatives who have little to no specialised general knowledge, and which inevitably leads to hours of frustration and ultimately no winner because everyone’s had enough and exhausted. The in game commentary from the games designer tells me this whilst I frequently launch myself back down the mountain with an awkward swing of my mallet. ![]() As much as I certainly would like to! This game is the illegitimate spawn of a game called Sexy Hiking. Oh hark! What yonder do I see a top the great peak mightily enveloping the distant horizon? Nothing, you see NOTHING a top the insanely huge mountain because no one has ever beaten the summit of her shear face with their hammer and the literal pot to pee in.
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