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Social Deduction’s Last Gleaming

The menace was capitalism all along.

Of all the many virtues a board game may hold, brevity seems to be the most dazzling. “It’s Game X but shorter!” we say, breathless at the prospect of compressing each hour of play into forty-five minutes, half an hour, the heartbeat of a hummingbird. It’s like shortening recess for adults.

And hey, I get it. Really. After all, a number of positive improvements are directly connected to time-saving measures. Decreased waits between turns, fewer needless components to fiddle with, decisions spaces that are honed rather than sprawling. It’s easy to confuse the distinction between sharp and slender.

Speaking of which, The Menace Among Us is Battlestar Galactica in forty minutes. Kinda-sorta.

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Nevermore Evermore

“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven, / Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore— / Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!” / Quoth the raven, "PINKEYE!"

What does the Nevermore card game have to do with Edgar Allen Poe’s famous poem “The Raven”? Good question! The ever-present burden of memory? Nope. The terrible knowledge that we already know the answers to every single one of our most pressing questions, it’s just that we don’t like those answers? Not at all. The uncomprehending universe to which we pose our—

Okay, enough of that. The correct answer is “Ravens. Just ravens.”

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