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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Saturday, July 28, 2001

I absolutely, positively and totally cannot play Risk. Not in the 'I'm no good at it' sense, because I really don't know whether I am or not. I'd probably be passable, but it just...

Well, let's put it this way. My major is strategy and diplomacy within international relations. This game does not abide by the things I know.

There are no logistics. No problems with terrain, societies, or other issues. I watched Bk romp all the way from the western Sahara across South America and into Mexico in one turn.

One: She would have lost a good third of her army in the Amazon.
Two: Supply lines stretching that far? I shudder to think.
Three: Do the people mind that they've just been conquered by a foreign military power? Aren't they rebelling?

See? I just can't play this game.

Later, I watched KL storm down from Kamchatka to Australia, and noted that not even the Japanese managed to do that.

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