Sentinels of the Multiverse is a game that I would very much like to see played on Tabletop - lots of fun to play as superheroes and team up to defeat a villain…
My brother and I played with 2 heroes each (Ra, Tachyon, Expatriette and Visionary), against Omnitron…
It was a tough fight but after a couple of hours, we managed to defeat him…very close call, as you can tell by this scorekeeper we use…
You guys should definitely give it a go…
Played a junior-ized version of “Ticket to Ride” with my nephew again this afternoon and I was joined by Mrs Rumleech and Hannah. He had a heck of a lot of fun with it and he’s eager for another game. Next time I’ll introduce some more of the full rules, I think he’ll cope.
He was more interested in making patterns on the board and laying lines of his favourite colours than playing tactically but that’ll come all in good time, which meant that Mrs Rumleech could romp home to an easy victory which pleased her lots.
Logbook: March 21st 2010
I still don’t know what pushed me to go into this suicidal mission…
Maybe it was destiny, maybe it was in the hope to find a way out, or maybe it was for the simple fact that I wanted to witness first hand while Johnny slashed his way through every single zombie, with the chainsaw… Those bastards killed my High School friends, and now it was payback time !
So here I was, in a precarious truck with Sheriff Anderson, Johnny and the always short on words: Jake the Drifter, heading back to Woodinvale.
Our mission was to bring back 2 Bio-Chemical canisters which supposedly were located in two of the several buildings in town. It was like finding the well known needle in a haystack but surrounded by zombies!
Back at the military base, we were able to gather 4 weapons, some ammo and a welding torch. Yeah I know, everybody wondered why I wanted to carry the welding torch, but I don’t know, maybe it made me feel safer to carry it in addition to the revolver. Two defensive items are better than one right?
Johnny parked the truck in a zombie-free wasteland, divided by a field of corns which helped us get closer to town, without being seen.
Sheriff Anderson’s face was pale and then out of the blue, Jake had the brilliant idea to divide our party in two groups so we could cover more buildings in less time. Which shows that under extreme conditions you never know who will grow as a leader and who will just be a shyly witness…
The Sheriff and I went to the eastern side of town, and just as we emerged out of the corn field we were able to distinguish some wandering zombies inside the buildings.
Strangely enough, I though that we would find more zombies on the streets but there were none. Sheriff Anderson went straight to the closest available building: the Farmhouse. As soon as he entered he was startled to see one of the farmers standing in the middle of the room.
It was like an endless second where both froze and stared at each other but I guess it was the lifeless look in the eyes of the farmer/zombie that hinted the Sheriff or maybe it was his professional instinct, but one thing is sure, that first shotgun shot brought back his survivalist instinct and from that moment on he was quite a trigger happy. You could even say that he enjoyed blasting those damn zombies. He turned out to be a hero, but more on that later.
On the other side of town, Jake dragged Johnny into going to the Airplane Hangar. Now that I think about it, maybe his intention all along was to find an airplane and leave us all to our misery… The only disadvantage to his idea was that the Hospital and the Graveyard which were near to the Hangar, were infested with zombies. And to make things worse, the Hangar door was locked from the inside… So while he was desperately trying to kick the door open, it allowed two zombies enough time to reach him and attack. He shot one of them but was bitten by the other. Once the door was open he saw a canister, which I think brought him back to the purpose of our mission. Unfortunately, all those gunshots attracted more zombies and even one of them who was holding an explosive… After some hide and seek with the zombies and after killing a bunch of them, he managed to safely run out of the Hangar, although seriously wounded. He tried to take a last look through the Hangar window in order to better discern the canister, only to find himself face to face with the explosive-bearer zombie. The click sound one second before the explosion projected the same scary look on both of their faces. That stunned zombie face was the last image for Jake.
The shockwave of the explosion made me fall down but didn’t distracted the zombies that were surrounding me between the Junkyard and the Bank. I was screwed! Each wave of zombies brought even more zombies and suddenly out of nowhere Sheriff Anderson appeared and started to kill everything around me. He saved me! I previously had found one of the sought after Bio-Canisters so we were on our way out. And just when you think that nothing else could go wrong, it started to rain, which slowed us down and allowed the zombies to get even closer. Fortunately Sheriff Anderson, now transformed to a Rambo-like hero, covered my run while shooting everything in sight.
Meanwhile, Johnny who was still in shock by Jake’s death found Father Joseph hiding in the Church. They both went to check the canister on the Hangar and surely found the other one we needed! From then on it was a race against the clock to reach the truck before sunset or in other words before being overruned by zombies.
The Sheriff and I arrived first at the truck and not so far from us we saw Father Joseph and Johnny running toward us followed by a horde of zombies. Father Joseph jumped in the back of the truck but Johnny tripped on the skateboard he found earlier and was a step short to get to the truck.
I don’t know if it was the screams or the confusion or the adrenaline or everything put together but in that moment Sheriff Anderson stepped on the accelerator without looking behind, leaving Johnny to his cruel ending… I couldn’t look through the rearview mirror but was able to hear the constant spinning of the chainsaw slowly fade and then suddenly stop…
I can’t put the blame on the Sheriff. I guess one more second and we were all dead…
I don’t know what tomorrow will bring but sure hope that those bio-chemicals will bring to an end this zombie infestation!
Until next time,
High School Sweetheart