Every gaming club has one. No I don’t mean the rules monger whom everyone thinks takes the hobby a little too seriously and should really get out more. I mean the ‘party’ game. The game that you can happily get twenty-two people playing at once. Obviously being gamers it’s unlikely to be an eleven aside kick-about but I digress.
I was in a club in a city in the south-west when it was decided to play a party game. As an added bonus the game would decide the greatest hero of them all. Rules were sought and models were collected to represent some of the greatest sci-fi personas and teams ever. The game also had some obligatory fluff in the form of a tenuous scenario regarding capturing an ancient relic.
The game began, and the hordes of gamers marshalled their minis. A team of Count Dracula and Frankenstein’s Monster set out to guard the relic. Van Helsing turned up to destroy the vampire, but was soon seen off by Captain Kirk and Spock. Blake’s Seven took cover in a bunker and set about surpressing Buck Rogers and Twiki. An almighty Jedi council stormed the field, but Dirty Harry was in a bad mood and blasted Yoda and company into a galaxy far far away. The game played out like a twistedly insane royal rumble until the Cybermen turned up via parachute in turn three. Then the real carnage began. TV and film stars began fading. Batman and Robin got cyber-pounded, even the Daleks failed to stop the metal menace. Hot favourite to win, Leman Russ, flying into the fight on the back of Y Ddraig Goch (the Welsh dragon) was soon unseated and found a steel bootprint in his primarchs.
So there you have it. Over the course of one afternoon the members of that club established beyond question that Cybermen truly are the most terrifying creation ever. Make of that what you will, but I suppose it means that if you field an army of them in any game you will definitely win. Unless of course your opponent has that meddling Doctor…