Our next meeting will be on Tuesday 17th May, at the Horse and Jockey pub in Stanford-in-the-Vale. As usual, we will be playing shorter games from 7.30pm as people arrive, until 8pm when we will start something a little longer.
This week the “Feature Game” will be Cargo Noir, in which players represent “families” that traffic in smuggled goods in a 1950s noir setting. Once players have collected goods, they can trade them in to add more ships to their fleet, allowing them to scout for wares in more locations, purchase victory spoils, or take other actions. The more goods collected, the more valuable they can be. The player with the most spoils at the end wins.
|– Image used with permission of BGG contributor Toynan|
And speaking of the smugglers…
Jeff was working as a border guard checking people crossing from the USA into Mexico. One morning, José arrived at the border on his bike with two huge bags over his shoulders. Jeff stopped him and asked, “What’s in the bags?”
“Senior, It’s only sand.” replied José.
“Sand???” answered Jeff incredulously. “Well, we’ll just see about that – get off the bike!”
The guard took the bags, ripped them open, emptied them out and found nothing in them… except sand. Detaining José overnight, the sand was analysed, but only to discover it was in fact simply sand. In the morning, José was released, the sand was put into new bags and placed on José’s shoulders, and he was let across the border.
The next day, the same thing happened. Jeff asked, “What have you got there?”
“Sand,” answered José again. A thorough examination of the bags again showed there to be nothing but sand, and subsequently José was allowed to continue across the border. For a whole year this continued until one day José didn’t show up, and Jeff discovered him in a Cantina in Mexico.
“Hey,” said Jeff, “I know you were smuggling something. For a year it’s driven me crazy. It’s all I can think about… I can’t get sleep – even the dog thinks I’m beginning to lose it! I’m not working on the border any more, so just between you and me, what are you smuggling?”
Jose sipped his beer, smiled and replied, “Bicycles…”