Superb fun all round last night - apart from Frannie smashing his lamp into his coffee (not a euphemism) - with some spectacular levels of both incompetence and competence as we pinballed from battle to storm to battle to storm to panic to battle on what seemed like a loop.
Rescuing the treasure and then finding Goobs in the stacked rowing boat was epic, as was sinking a skellie ship with our last 5 cannonballs and the subsequent escape chase from the swarming Skellie galleons when we had no cannonballs left.
Hopefully Hair got some decent footage because I forgot in all the excitement.
Yeh sorry for the sharp exit. I pulled the chair over to put my feet up (new footstool is upstairs still wrapped in plastic) and the power lead for the lamp was wrapped around it.
The lamp shattered into a thousand pieces of pot and glass into the deep pile rug and all over the floor. As I was hoovering and picking up the bits I then proceeded to knock my entire cup of coffee all over the floor, which mixed into the broken glass.
Luckily It missed the new sofa, and the floor is covered in the old underlay from the laminate I'd taken up. If I'd have done this after Tuesday when the new carpet was down Mrs Pea would have made walk the plank.
Frantic long gone, Gremill blown overboard and repairs finished I raced from below deck to find our guns erect and disabled by a cursed cannonball. With hard fought for treasure in the cabin and the outpost in sight, swivelled to see two undead galleons bearing down on our hind.
The crack of a skellie sniper and Goober's cry filled my headphones as I helplessly watched him die...
retroking1981: Fuck this place I'm off to the pub.