Attrition was far from the worst thing in a game where the best decks in the end of its lifespan were about gaining advantage in the politics of the Coruscant senate. It was a great game, but man, there was some stupid in it.

It wasn't the worst when you got into solid deck building but for trying to entice and teach people to play? You get them hooked on SW and then proceed into attrition and it was back to early MtG or something off-the-wall fun like Illuminati or Shadowfist.

Friendly fire, Rokk.

*looks up Attrition mechanic*

I actually made a tournament worthy 'counter attack' deck.

Basically, the counter attack card allowed you to stop a force drain (I think it was called) and draw one card for each character and vehicle present. Then compare the combined power of both, and however loses must lose cards equal to the difference.

I stacked my deck with (worthless) high destiny number cards and just sit around and wait for the inevitable force drain, let many happen, and then hit one where I could deal 30+ damage.

It would work once, and then word would get around the tournament. Then the deck did not work anymore.

Aaaaaaaauuuuggggghhhhh

*punches both Rokk and erage for copyright infringement.

*Nods confidently daring others to try.


Uuuunnnngggghhhh

Day 1: Busting Out the Pizza

The sun sets on Coruscant -

~~~

"Coruscant? That is not the edge of the Empire. We should be some place far off on the fringes of the galaxy."

The handsome GM sighs.

~~~

The suns sets on Corellia, another day ended where the Empire crushes the dreams of its citizens, beneath the heel of bigotry and xenophobia. Everyone gets a room for the night and -

~~~

"I go to a bar!"

"Me too! We are going to get drunk!"

"I don't want to split the party. I'm also going to hit a bar. The same one."

"I think they are all cantinas in Star Wars."

~~~

The suns sets on Corellia, another day ended where the Empire crushes the dreams of its citizens, beneath the heel of bigotry and xenophobia. Everyone heads into a dive bar, intent on getting drunk and starting fights and hitting on NPCs.

Day 1 is over! Night 1 has begun! You have 24 hours to send me actions.

Night 1: Crazy Night at the Canitna

The scarred-faced individual watched the acrobat juggle vibroblades in absolute wonder. A single wink, and he was blushing, completely forgetting what he was going about.

The guy at the booth was trying to have two conversations at once, doing the classic bit where he 'excuses himself' to then hit the other table. A lady gave him a fake beard she found, making the whole thing come off perfectly.

The reptilian man found a triangular device, quite randomly, as he was actually attempting to find the men's room. It sat on a bookcase filled with other odd memorabilia. The triangular device flared to life when he touched it, projecting a blue image of a strange, multi-armed alien. "Hello, padawan," the figure said. "As you were able to access this device, I sense great power within you. When I made this recording, I foresaw you finding me here. Behold!" A chamber opened, and a cylindrical device emerged from the triangular device. "This lightsaber was your grandfathers. Take this projector with you, and I will teach you the ways of the force, and to Sense the force as I have Sensed you coming."

Elsewhere, a sabbac game was going poorly. The lady with red skin paled to a light pink as she flashed the cards on the table - it was a Rancor's Split! In this hand, it was only beatable by.....The Rodian's Paw! That didn't even make anatomical sense, or a much, much less likely sabbac hand! In fact, it was a Rodian who had played it....The woman inwardly smiled at the spectacle, and then tapped the side of the opponent's card to reveal a cheap trick - the sabbac deck was rigged! The Rodian quickly held up his hands, but the woman drew a blaster and fired.

eternalrage is dead! He was Fancigun (Town / Rodian Hired Gun: Mercenary Soldier), the captain of a small ship with a thrown-together name and backstory, basically stolen from Firefly.

~~~

"...basically stolen from Firefly," the ruggedly handsome GM said to the player, disapprovingly. "Any way, lets get the story back on track. As you leave the bar in the morning, a downtrodden looking Toydarian hovers near the alley, talking with several stormtropers. He seems to be in distress, but is trying to be compliant."

"Toydarian?" One of the player's asked.

"The flying merchant from Phantom Menace," another player said.

"That was an awful movie. Alright. I'm going to go pick a fight with the Toydarian."

The GM just sighed.

Night 1 is over! I apologize about the delay. With 15 players remaining, 8 is a majority. You have 24 hours,

Love the writeup.

Sorry I missed the last day phase.

But now I'm with it.

Vote: michiganj24.

EnsRedShirt sighs...

Hey mal, how was your night?

&*$^% I missed the last day phase. My bad guys.

Glad to see I wasn't the only one that didn't see the game had opened. Or maybe bad to see, because that means more dumb jerk-faces like me who miss that games opened.

Aaaugghhhhgh!

*brandishes Bowcaster at TB and adam.

*points Bowcaster at Silver Lantern.

vote: Silver Lantern.

Pretty good, can't complain at all. A little surprised that there was only one death... but since it wasn't me, that's okay.



Vote: mj24 as it looks like TB has something?

Uuuuurrgggghhhh

*rubs stomach in disapproval.

*Considers altering diet

*taps foot impatiently waiting for Silver.