Yesterday was Fathers’ Day, and it was nice. I got toast in bed and a few presents.
I got a new umbrella to replace the one I bent when I slipped in the snow last Winter. I figured the period of mourning/humiliation was over, and I could stop using it. And I got a copy of the newly minted version of Wiz War, a game I played in college (twenty years ago, now) and have held on to ever since. You may know that I got my eight year-old son to play the original with me a few times this past year, and yesterday, we played the new one.
It was long (about two hours, what with learning the changed rules and popping out all the markers for the first time) but we had a lot of fun, which ended abruptly when I realized I could use the Universal Solvent to melt the wall between me and the winning square. At which point I did just that, and my son graciously accepted defeat. He had me on the run until that moment, and I am ever so proud of him for his very mature reaction.
Hopefully that made up for my victory dance around the table. (No, I did not actually do that.)
So, old Wiz War: awesome. New Wiz War: probably actually more awesome, though we should play it a few more times.
Also, Wiz War, both old and new: totally geeky and fiddly and long and intricate and full of magic and silliness and spell cards and things like a Universal Solvent card. So, ymmv.