You know when something gets ‘played out’ and you don’t want to do it, listen to it, play it, eat it, drive it, read it, study it, make it, bathe with it, etc etc for a long time?
That’s Killer Bunnies. I was over it. At Christmas we played a fair bit but I was starting to feel like ‘enough is enough’ after apprx. a year of playing it, it was feeling like it was the only game that exists. And there is nothing worse than a habitual thing that you get challenged on: after playing for a long time, two people decide that I’ve taught them wrong (Scott;Trav)…and read the directions…and it’s true, I had been playing it wrong for a long time. So I was over it. I hate habits (except for working out and my morning routine) so I didn’t want to play again for awhile. The last time I played I think was some Sunday in early January when Luke and I were baking and I taught him and Dan how to play. It sucked. I hated the whole experience. I hated that I lost to Luke. And I hated that they just didn’t get what the pink rectangles on the left hand side meant. I was enraged. So I quit playing.
Last night however, apprx. 2 months since that fateful day, Suzanne came over and since she overexerted herself playing squash and her body was in dire stress (we had planned to go play a pick up game of slo-pitch), she came over in anticipation of potentially playing Killer Bunnies. Puh-leeze. [I wanted to lie and say I gave up KB for Lent but I refrained]. I hummed, hawed, and scoffed before peeling myself off my bed and said ‘fine‘ in a really obnoxious voice — which was well rehearsed in the anticipation that someone soon would want to play.
We decided to get Luke over here, since Prison Break is over for the season and we haven’t had our weekly dosage of Prison Break or each other’s company, he was all too happy to oblige. We set up the game, had a bowl of mom’s dried apples, mini eggs, Enrique Iglesias’ (no joke) cd playing in the background, and a couple bottles of Luke’s home-brew and went to work.
Word from the wise: Give up your hated habit for a time and you will come back to be energized. I have never played such awesome [two games] of Killer Bunnies. No offense to the Zunics or Hagens or anyone else I played with regularly…it’s just the truth (which hurts sometimes). Luke is cunning and ruthless, with a poker face that makes you believe that he’s a kind soul. Suzanne is too concerned with making sure her ‘cute little guys’ stay alive that she believes the strategy is being kind to others. I just play to win. And it was awesome. I felt alive. I wish I was exaggerating. But it was funny and exhilarating… and it was such a solid representation that I did not rage blackout when Luke won both games. I threatened to curb stomp him — and other pseudo-action movie style moves — but I refrained in grace. Honestly, it was like Survivor. I totally thought with the footsie-ing and sly looks that Luke and I had an alliance going but in the blink of an eye, all my bunnies were dead and I had one carrot to my name. Brilliant. I deserved it for my severe lack of wanting to play.
KB is NOT the new PB (Prison Break — if I’ve lost you): Michael Scofield and Lincoln Burrows are far more exciting to watch than the Cyber Bunny trump Suzanne’s entire bunny family locked in by barriers, though that is a close contest… but this long winded story is to say: brush off your Yahtzee, sharpen your pool cue, oil your Botchee balls, and get back in the game.
I am refreshed and ready to kill you [r bunnies].