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I always do a couple of these ahead of time because I’m about to enter a Midnight Realm that I feel confident will prepare me for the mind-rending terrors of Friday Night’s Arkham Horror game.
This trip, I mostly “packed” a bunch of PDFs. I used to pack so much shit for this trip. Once I packed an entire Kill Team setup
(Oh! It’s worth mentioning, Games Workshop just redid Kill Team – like, all of it. Tighter rules, no symbols for measuring, every faction’s rules went under the knife. In the Big Games, Warhammer 40k 10th and Sigmar 4, this is such an exciting time because it invites people back to the table. Everything is free. Eventually, more elaborate rules get dropped, but there’s this window at the very beginning that is so open – just potential. With Kill Team, there’s no secondary Elaboration phase. This is the game, and you can get a whole team for the price of a single box of other units, or in some cases a single model. Anyway. I just thought it was cool. Alright. Where was I?)
into my bag alongside everything I need to live in these harsh climes – by which I mean, you know, Spring. It’s Spring down here. The only problem is that they got these trees by the river, and I’m not allergic to any material on Earth except whatever these trees are putting out. People say it’s pollen, but I’m not so sure. It’s some kind of bioweapon. It invades the sinuses and roosts, sets up shop; my head audibly creaks as it expands. I have to hold on to shrubs and poles so I don’t float into fucking space.
I once packed a bluetooth keyboard, a monitor, a mouse, and a Steam Deck to work one year, but the problem is that the new site backend is so fucking good and works so well on mobile that it barely makes sense to. The thought/word ratio in this context is perfectly fine for thumbs to interpret, purely as a matter of psi. Alright! I’ll see you at the show, for a few deeply constrained values of “you.”
(CW)TB out.