There are always new games at a gaming gathering, ones neither Sigyn nor I have seen before. Many are set-collecting games, or strategy games, or monster-bashing games. This one looks a little different…
No, Sigyn, I’m not sure I want to play. But I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to read the instructions.
Potato King? Potato War? What is this??
What’s in the box besides the rules? A burlap sack of lumpiness, apparently. What’s inside?
Ah. A bushel of soft “potatoes.”
Sigyn is smitten by their spuddy squishiness.
I find them less endearing and am not amused.
Though I do have a sudden craving for fries…