Books Of Time Review
Books of Time hit me right in the nostalgia. Not because I've played another game like it, because I'm not sure I have, but because of the sound.
Tag Set-collection
Set collection games ask you to collect sets, usually of cards. Think of games like Rummy, Mahjong, Go Fish.
Cadaver Review
Cadaver is a quick, easy, set-collection game with a generous helping of take-that thrown in for good measure
Vaalbara Review
Vaalbara shares some of Citadels' DNA but does it in a distinctly different way, resulting in a quick, lightweight game with a decent level of interaction
Trekking Through History Review
Sometimes you want a game that cuts through the layers upon layers of complexity of modern Euro games and instead emphasises doing one thing, and doing it well. Trekking Through History's thing is set collection, and it's something it does very well
Pugs In Mugs Review
I've got a pet pug called Jeffrey. Actually, I've got one-and-a-half pugs, as I also have a half-pug called Peggy. Now, as squishy as a pug might be, there's no way I'm getting Jeff in a mug.
Scout Review
On the surface, it's easy to say Scout is a set collection game. The truth is that it's more of a 'carefully craft a set and then get rid of it' game.
Gutenberg Review
The first thing you'll notice when you see Gutenberg on the table are the cardboard gears. I dare you to not play with the cogs, making them spin, as if you were two-years-old playing with a Fisher Price toy
Iki Review
Iki rejects the usual tropes of samurai, ninjas, and bug-eyed anthropomorphic cartoon animals. Instead, it transports us back to feudal Japan
TEN Review
"You've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do you, punk?". Why yes, yes I do Harry Callahan. It's a good thing too, as push-your-luck is one of my favourite things in a game.
Subastral Review
When I first saw the name 'Subastral', I immediately thought "Cool, definitely a space game". I was wrong. Subastral in this context refers to exactly what it describes - below the stars. The focus is our own blue marble, our own speck of beauty on the canvas of cosmic insignificance: planet Earth.