300+ pages seemed long for a rulebook, and then I realized I'd have to buy the miniatures separately, and then ... Fun Vampire Suck Agh. I like Italian food as much as anybody but this was just too much.
Far too easy to force a draw, which I don't think matches up with reality well. As far as that goes, who needs twelve generals? (Tho it is nice.) Even that can't save an abstract, though. At the risk of being tripe, I say keep the abstracts in the journals, thank you.
My pawn always gets stuck at the Department Store, too much like real life for my tastes. Anyway anyone who says they are getting a bargain at the department store is one flea short of a pet shoppe if you ask me.
Simulating a ride on a train doesn't float my boat AT ALL. Why not building a route like other train games? Designer totally missed the boat on this one by trying to be innovative just for the sake of making waves. Sheesh.
I don't see how it's a copy of Dominion anyway. Is everybody smoking LSD? BGG isn't what it used to be.
A game that is all about hats. I could get behind that, maybe, I like hats myself. Unfortunately the only country this seems to be available in is Europe. Cheap by the looks of it but it's not as if I have euros just lying about.
Totally don't get the recent hype over this one. I've taken the liberty of rewriting the flavor text as a mini-review:
You are a slum lord, like your parents before you, a ruler of an ever-diminishing kingdom of dwindling rivulets and wilting shrubs pockmarked by dingy shacks. Unlike your parents, however, you have hopes and dreams! You want a bigger and more pleasant district, with perhaps a pond and a tree or two. You want a Dominion! In all directions lie shabby little alleyways, lanes, and cottages. All are small bits of land, controlled by would-be homeowners' associations and verging on outright frumpiness. You will bring new meaning, however slight, to these people, uniting them under your ever-shrinking liability clause.
But wait! It must be something in the air; several other slum lords have had the exact same idea. You must race to annex as many of these hovels as possible, fending off building inspectors and your ever-present creditors along the way. To do this you will hire your remaining family members, construct almost convincing façades to your new rental properties, spruce up your shabby wardrobe, and fill your pockets with the pence you find in the alleys. Your parents wouldn’t be proud, but your grandparents would be even less so.