Like I said, she never stood stand a chance. The knight goes down, down like the Titanic, down like a mug of hot cocoa on a cold winter's night. Squalling babes become a menace, grunts become a maddened force of nature. But then, things begin to accelerate, and the Shroomshaws become Battle Hoppers emboldened by command towers and armored generals. I picture her crinkling her nose at their smallness, at the idea of such cuteness being a threat. I summon the Shroomshaws, which are manned by pudgy fungal creatures. Although the universe is replete with dwarves, elves, and humans, it also features a parasitic alien consciousness capable of dragging the dead back into unliving.īack in my match, I call the runts of a recent litter, mewling devils hellbent on carving a place in our society. The world is a fantastical one, obviously, with shamanistic coyotes and spider-creatures and my favorite, the ultra-violent shin'hare. It has minions to summon, enchantments to dole out, counterspells to launch, and even five resource types to make use of. Hex: Shards of Fate is a trading card game that will feel like home for anyone who has ever enjoyed Magic the Gathering. She laughs when she sees me and my army of floof, not knowing that she stands no chance. My opponent is a knight in shining armor, who practically gleams with self-righteous pomposity, her hair a flaxen banner in the imagined sun. I am the Little Red Rabbit Hoodlum, a fluffy-eared cleric armed with a legion of suicidal bunnies and ravenous mushroom people.
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