I don't care what your political point-of-view is. After being bombarded with non-stop negative political ad campaigns, phone messages, and mailbox stuffing, knowing that the "end is near" is exceedingly uplifting. Unfortunately, not the "end" I was hoping for.
Tired of being passed all the time or outdistanced, a few racers have become more aggressive in their driving. Some thought it was dangerous and unsportsmanlike. The race officials, however, thought it was perfect. Now an aggressive foot on the gas could be evenly matched with an aggressive hand on the wheel. Victory is given to the driver who not only drove the track better than their opponents, but avoided its dangers, too. Start your engines, tighten those safety belts, and check your helmets! It's going to be a bumpy ride!
You have risen through the ranks, paid your dues, attended all the mandatory training meetings, and even did "extra work" for some of your superiors. Finally, you get the call. You are being given an opportunity to prove your worth as a Boss Monster. As quick as you can, you must create a dungeon to lure in heroes, collect their souls, and make sure your peers do not do better than you. After all, there can be only one final Boss Monster and the competition is downright fierce.
The food ran out about a week ago. The water, just the other day. That's it. Game over, man. A sarcastic smile crosses your face as you consider how long and hard you fought the undead only to come down to this: a starved, terribly thirsty, "survivor" who is about to be just another victim. Dang, that's not the way you wanted it to end. Sad, really. Whatever. That's loser talk. Fine. If that's the way it's going to be, so be it. You've got a handful of bullets left and enough spit and vinegar to keep fighting. If you're going down, you are going to take as many of them with you as possible! Time for the finale!
You wouldn't know it just by looking, but your backyard is home to magic and adventure. Gnomes, small caring creatures who exist in harmony with the world around them, live secretly between your flower pots, trees, and yard furniture. All is well for the Gnomes until the time of the Great Sweeping approaches. The Trolls are hunting for the Gnomes and need your little geek's help to stay undetected! The adventure begins with a note and a desperate plea for help. Now it is up to the little geeks to save the day!
Something wicked this way comes and that's always bad news for townspeople! Does the raven circling over the road speak of evil things to come? Why does the dog bark incessantly at the strange old beggar? And what could it mean to have a coffin delivered to an empty home and suddenly see a strange, beautiful woman walking the cobbled streets at night under lantern light? These are just some of the many different scenarios you can act out in your own games or game systems using the new line of pre-painted miniatures from the Dungeon Crawler universe.