My impression is that knivesies is violent and mig-a-mug-tug is obscene.
If we keep bumping this maybe something official will be posted.
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I'd like to use these games to liven up the scene at the Sitting Duck. Just started a PBP game thread here called "Rise of the Kobold King."
Yup. Me too.
I came up with a bloodier game, rather than mumbletypeg, given Fancon's Hollow status as a frontier place with loads of rough people - clients of the Sitting Duck too.
It's a test of hand skill with the knife, such as that seen in Aliens, where the android Bishop uses private Hicks hand and quickly stabs the table between his fingers in progressively faster movements.
The game is played by two players, each in front of the other. Each one puts a hand in front of the opponent, fingers spread. Then they proceed to stab the table between the fingers of the opponent's hand.
At each round of the game, the players have to drink a pint of ale, intoxication effects setting on at the later stages of the game.
Each players can choose the speed of movement from very slow (-2 to bets, +2 to checks), slow (-1/+1), standard (no mod), fast (+1/-1), very fast (+2/-2). At each round of the game, each player has to do a Dex check (you can substistute it with BAB, or Sleight of Hand) against a fixed DC of 15.
Also, they can bet silver pieces, declaring their speed before the test; for each positive modifier they apply to their DC checks, the opponent must pay a silver piece. Every successive round of play, the bets must be raised of at least 1 piece for each opponent.
So at round 2, a player who has bet 2 pieces in round 1 must bet 3+ silver pieces; if he declares that his test will be at fast speed, his opponent has to pay 1 silver piece more, but his DC will be at 16 (not counting intoxication modifiers).
A failed check inficts a single point of damage to the opponent, and the player loses every bet he has put on the table and every extra piece he owns to the opponent from modifiers in the previous checks.
If both players succeed, they just put the money they've bet on the table, and go for a new round of the game. If they both fail, they pay each other, and the game stops.
We used to call that game knifey knifey.
The "rules" for mig-a-mug-tug get explained in the ogres section of Classic Monsters Revisited.
Full on rules for Knivsies went into Edge of Anarchy, though they may or may not see final print since my word count was a little high (not too high like usual though). If they don't make the final cut, I'll ask James if I can post it when the time comes.
I've been using Knivsies in my home games for over five years...it's ALWAYS a good time. :-)
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The "rules" for mig-a-mug-tug get explained in the ogres section of Classic Monsters Revisited.
Full on rules for Knivsies went into Edge of Anarchy, though they may or may not see final print since my word count was a little high (not too high like usual though). If they don't make the final cut, I'll ask James if I can post it when the time comes.
I've been using Knivsies in my home games for over five years...it's ALWAYS a good time. :-)
Please, please, please, can we have an advance sneak peek into the rules? Pretty please. :D
Please, please, please, can we have an advance sneak peek into the rules? Pretty please. :DThe "rules" for mig-a-mug-tug get explained in the ogres section of Classic Monsters Revisited.
Full on rules for Knivsies went into Edge of Anarchy, though they may or may not see final print since my word count was a little high (not too high like usual though). If they don't make the final cut, I'll ask James if I can post it when the time comes.
I've been using Knivsies in my home games for over five years...it's ALWAYS a good time. :-)
Nope! Only because, if experience tells me anything, the Lords of Paizo are likely to improve them vastly before they see print! You'll see em soon! I promise!!! :-)
Even without rules, could we get a description of what each game consists of?
I had been thinking they were just throw-away evocative names to help describe the setting and was prepared to make them up myself. But if there are actual rules coming, could you offer me something so I can describe them to match those rules?
Thanks, boss.
Mig a Mug Tug is a simple game: You and your opponent grab each other by the mig-a-mug and you both tug, twist and viciously pull-yank until one of you collapses in abject agony.
Knivsies involves two opponents on opposite sides of a wooden table. Each sticks a dagger in the table near them. A neutral party drops an agreed upon bag of gold or other valuables onto the tabletop. Each opponent can then either go for the gold trying to snatch it off the table, or wait for their opponent to try and to their best to skewer their hand. Fun game. It's incredibly fun RP. Also all sorts of rules developed over time in my home games, definitely not least important of which was "Never turn your back on the Knivsies table."
Awesome. Thanks for being so willing to share.
But...what's a mig-a-mug? Do I have one? Does my wife?
Awesome. Thanks for being so willing to share.
But...what's a mig-a-mug? Do I have one? Does my wife?
You do. :-)
You do. :-)Awesome. Thanks for being so willing to share.
But...what's a mig-a-mug? Do I have one? Does my wife?
Ah! So it's your...adam's apple? ;)
Ah! So it's your...adam's apple? ;)
I'm assuming it's a bald spot.
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Ah! So it's your...adam's apple? ;)You do. :-)Awesome. Thanks for being so willing to share.
But...what's a mig-a-mug? Do I have one? Does my wife?
We discussed this a few days ago, actually... no one in Golarion has an Adam's apple. They have larynxes, sure... but no one important enough named Adam to name it after.
A mig-a-mug isn't an Adam's Apple, in any event.
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We discussed this a few days ago, actually... no one in Golarion has an Adam's apple. They have larynxes, sure... but no one important enough named Adam to name it after.
A mig-a-mug isn't an Adam's Apple, in any event.
Not that I'm in Golarian or anything, but would you consider Daigle's apple? I always hated sharing a name with that lump.
Ah! So it's your...adam's apple? ;)I'm assuming it's a bald spot.
No, back hair.
Up until now nothing Nic's wrote has had any real effect on me (no negative effect is what I meen). No shudders, no twitching, no convulsions. I've been arround drug addicts and low lifes all my life, so little girls forced into selling themselves to take care of their little brother, nothing new. Inbred cannibal hillbillies capturing local law enforcement and raping them half to death? umm, sorry, I'm from Wyoming...
The image I got while reading this nearly made orange juice rocket out of my nose, ears, and tear ducts...Yeayeayeahh, I know get the joke, but when I first read what you have but your wife doesn't, my first thought was two ogers gripping eachothers prostates, tugging, twisting, and wrenching untill one of them passed out...
Aroden's apple. You still have a mythical first man. Maybe it won't be an apple, since it may not play a part in the myth (Garden of Eden may not have even had the apple, assuming it's in the Middle East, but, hey, we're Westerners) but it could be a similar fruit or something you swallow.
I used to play the game you call mumblypeg. In South Africa, we called It Peggy. I got pretty good at it and could build up speed for a few minutes before drawing blood.
Kids today are so damn weak. I am a teacher in junior high school in Taiwan. On Tuesday, A student of mine was in tears because of a two centimetre scratch that did not actually break the skin. I was quite amused, as I had a steakknife through my hand when I was young and made less fuss than he did. I walked to hospital bleeding and took it in good humour. This whiney little putz acted mortally wounded at something akin to a paper cut.
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Kids today are so damn weak. I am a teacher in junior high school in Taiwan. On Tuesday, A student of mine was in tears because of a two centimetre scratch that did not actually break the skin. I was quite amused, as I had a steakknife through my hand when I was young and made less fuss than he did. I walked to hospital bleeding and took it in good humour. This whiney little putz acted mortally wounded at something akin to a paper cut.
Wow! Did you mock him for being wussy? Seriously. I dropped a furnace on my arm one time when I was an HVAC installer (during college). Punched a 1-inch gash into my arm down almost to the bone. I blanched, sat down for 30 minutes, then wrapped the damn thing in duct tape and went back to work.
Of course, I'm not sure I would be that tough about it today. Older and wiser (and less testosterone-driven) by 13 years and all...
I don't do the "dark sarcasm in the classroom" bit, but these kids are very tame and meek. They come from a coddled culture. I grew up in Africa, They are growing up in school all day. I ran around in the bush with a knife until dusk, They are in school until 22h00. They have mostly never seen stars. Most of them will never see a dead body or a fight. They are scarless, formless things, meek and milky and spoiling in the tropical sun. I appreciate the ones who have a bit of spark. Most are such conformists that they only listen to bubblegum. The most excitement they get is from their Manga and cellphone games.
I have one kid who draws knives and swords on everything and one who is into games other than freestyle basketball, and one seventeen year old girl who writes cool haiku, but most of my students try to outbland each other. Peer pressure is to be invisible.
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I can agree I have played "peggy" (I don't remember what we called it). While I didn't grow up in a hard life there were times when I would just leave the house with some food and a sleeping bag and vanish into the woods for a day or two. I will heartily agree that most kids and a hell of a lot of adults are complete babies about some things. When I was in the Marines I watched another Marine blanch and literally hit the floor when he "saw" a needle. No actual puncture or anything. As a semi-famous Marine once said, "We are breeding a weak race and if we don't get harder then another race will take over and then they will have a stronger race." (A bit improvised since I didn't feel like finding the actual quote. So forgive me any errors.)
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I don't do the "dark sarcasm in the classroom" bit, but these kids are very tame and meek. They come from a coddled culture. I grew up in Africa, They are growing up in school all day. I ran around in the bush with a knife until dusk, They are in school until 22h00. They have mostly never seen stars. Most of them will never see a dead body or a fight. They are scarless, formless things, meek and milky and spoiling in the tropical sun. I appreciate the ones who have a bit of spark. Most are such conformists that they only listen to bubblegum. The most excitement they get is from their Manga and cellphone games.
I have one kid who draws knives and swords on everything and one who is into games other than freestyle basketball, and one seventeen year old girl who writes cool haiku, but most of my students try to outbland each other. Peer pressure is to be invisible.
Don't want wussie kids? teach school in Brooklyn.
Nothing bland or blase where I am.My students get mad at me if we don't do at least one dissection a month, especially the 4th-graders!
Of course they don't play mumbley-peg in school, but I catch 'em playing "knuckles" a lot.
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Most of the 'ags' (farm boys) carried boot knives to school when I was in high school in Oklahoma (and had hunting rifles or shotguns in their pickups in the parking lot, prominently displayed in gun racks, the idea that kids in school shouldn't bring weapons hadn't yet occured to anyone).
During recess, sometimes a couple of them would pull their knives and play 'chicken.' One throws the knife between the others feet, hard enough to stick into the ground. He then steps back and the other does the same. Step back, repeat, step back, repeat, until one of them chickens out.
Gently flinging knives (or razorhead arrows) at each other, either catching them (or avoiding them, if the throw was bad) was also a popular way to pass the time, but only out of the teachers sight. They didn't care for that one. (It was like frisbee, the goal was to throw the arrow / knife in such a way that the other person *can* catch it, not to make them miss!)
We weren't allowed to shoot bottle rockets at each other in the halls, except on the last day of school.
A few years ago, I was a human shield.
Once when we were playing D&D in my friend's basement, his dad called us upstairs to play with fireworks. My friend, Sean and his dad had a roman candle duel out in the yard while the rest of us stood on the sidelines. His dad's candle ran out before his, so he took cover behind the civilians (me and two other guys), the shed and a propane tank. Sean's stepmom put an end to that shortly after a few sparks hit the house. We hid the fireworks downstairs and went back to playing, but after a little while his dad was at the top of the stairs like the voice of Satan tempting us to future iniquities.
"Sean. Get the fireworks. Sean. The firework-ow!",he exclaimed, as he was smacked by his wife.
I live in the Northeast, so a lot of us are wusses. We did play knuckles and similar masochistic schoolyard games, though.