Just so everyone’s aware, our forums are down right now. Something went wrong with a Discourse update and everything went kaplooey, but we’re (Kelsey) is working on it and should, hopefully, have things back to normal in no time. I’m going to refrain from posting any news/reviews articles until Discourse is back up and running as anything posting now will have no comment capability, and what’s the fun in that? See you soon.
When people ask about my job and I mention Stately Play, I can always guess their follow-up question. “Do you make any money doing that?” No one asks if writing here makes me feel good or gives me a sense of purpose or even what I’m writing about, it’s always about the money. When I tell them that, no, it doesn’t really make any money, I usually get a “good luck!” and then they walk away to talk to the more “successful” people.. The sickening takeaway: to be successful, someone/something has to make money and lots of it. Well, from that vantage point, Stately Play is a towering failure. Of course, I heartily disagree. What the hell am I rambling on about? I got a job that pays real money and it ain’t writing about games on the internet.
You may have read that headline and wondered what the hell I could teach you about history. You’d be right. The readers of Stately Play are some of the best read history buffs I’ve ever been witness to (to the point where I’m embarrassed to admit I’m struggling to read a historical fiction novel that was recommended to me), and far be it from me to try to explain anything that’s happened in the past to any of them. That said, May is going to be a strange month and it all revolves around history. Specifically, my history. Well, my father’s history at least.
Hey everyone! Just wanted to let everyone know that I’m currently up in the still wintry northern woods of Wisconsin. No, I haven’t been abducted by scofflaws looking to sell me into the sex-trade for fat, old white guys. I’m not that lucky. Instead, I’m at our annual mini-convention that consists of myself and 4 of my gaming buddies and we’re playing the hell out of the many, many pounds of cardboard we brought with us. So far we’ve played Inis, Railways of the World, 1889, Hab & Gut, Flamme Rouge, Antiquity and the list is only going to keep growing. Bottom line I’m not going to be around to post today, which means no Stately Scrying article this afternoon as well as no other cutting edge news stories (I might be stretching the limits of believability by calling anything I write “cutting edge”). I’ll definitely be posting next week, however, and will give a run down and mini-review of everything that hits the table this weekend. See you then!
Are you looking for more ways to interact with your favorite writers, fellow Stately Players [I will kill you -ed.], and Dave*? We’ve got our very own Discord server for that now, because we’re hip and cool. More info after the jump!
iOS, Android • It’s December which means every site is obligated to start handing out awards, recognizing games that made a difference in the current year. 2017 is going to be a tough one, as there are a lot of great games that popped up on the App Store since January. Next week, we’ll be counting down our top 5 games of the year similar to how we did it last year. Everyone on the staff will give you their top five, so you don’t have to worry that you’ll only get my take, which has been scientifically proven to suck. Now it’s your turn.
If you came to this post looking for warm and fuzzy recollections of Thanksgivings past or thought we’d be gushing all over with thanks for blah, blah, blah, prepare to be disappointed. Instead, in true Stately Play form, we’re going to use this warm family holiday to dredge up excuses for our own laziness. Stuff that in your turkey!
Back when I was a kid and mom would put on the same Christmas music we listened to every year, I took great offense at the line, “Mom and Dad can hardly wait for school to start again.” Hey, Bing, why don’t you go straight to hell you old child abusing asshole. Now that I have three kids of my own, I feel that Bing was actually a little soft. “Mom and Dad are only one more whine away from murder*,” would be a more appropriate lyric. Unfortunately it doesn’t rhyme, so we’re stuck with the original. Anyway, today is my kids’ last day of school before we enter into two full weeks of familial bliss. It’s not even a full day, they get out of school at 11:30. Kids these days, amirite? What this means for you, dear reader, is that I’ll be up to my armpits in teenagers with one ungrateful first grader thrown into the mix. Getting content up on the site is going to be a hit or miss proposition from 11:30 going forward. I can’t promise I’ll have a lot of time to write, but I will try to get content up nonetheless. How is that possible? Read on.