Today we gathered in a house of one of my ex-colleagues to play
Arkham Horror for the first time since quite a long while. We were
not very fortunate, although we successfully fought two Flying Polyps
(which are tongue-in-cheek believed to be extremely hostile to
the exact party which we were a part of today). One player had her
character devoured twice even before the Great Old One rose from his
sleep nevertheless, and then my character (female shaman) couldn't
read the spell after three successive attempts. Well, that's how it
goes playing Arkham Horror: everything changes only from bad to
worse. And that's just an inseparable part of the fun:)
Another pleasant thing was four Maine Coon cats living under the same
roof with our host. ^__^
