Conan The Barbarian: The Ten Word Game

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Settlers, Pictish Backgammon, Zingara Stratego, Argos Connect Four, Hungry Keshan Hippos,

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and the ever popular Cimmeropoly. These games offered Conan a

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chance to have some good old fashioned family fun with

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Sonja, something which made Thoth Amon extremely jealous. "Damn that

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wench! And damn all those yellow and purple tigers too!

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Not to mention those "men" who cry when they lose."

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And those foolish tiger men, who mock the great Alligator

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which is well known for crying when Conan bends it

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around his knee. Conan had to layoff his staff today.

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The day drew to it's end, and Conan decided to

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go forth and conquer some poor bastard whom he had

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Heard had a stash of pristine X-Men comics upstairs in

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a secret attic chamber. "By thrice damned Set", declared Conan

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when he saw somebody had beaten him to

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the attic. "I wanted #143, where Kitty Pride fought alone

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against hordes of neverending foes, rending left and right with

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with extended claws." Then added, "#144 sucked, because Nina fell

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off the roof of the X-mansion, breaking her leg and

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bruising a rib. Elsewhere, Conan's foes made landfall. Ten stout

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Picts, each carrying a wickedly curved sword strapped to his

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Magic(tm) Decks. These Picts meant business when it came to

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hunting men down. Shazar, the leader, can flick a card

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through good Aesir chain mail and sever a man's thorax

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with very little effort. The Pictish shaman was known to

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deal the best cards only when utterly drunk, this was

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known as "Dirty Pictish" in the nomenclature of Aquilonian Holdem

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and Foldem. Somehow, Conan silently vowed to himself, there would

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be no trickery, nor sneaks, at tonight's Strip-the-Pict-of-Skin game. "I

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will split the skull of the first camel to try

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pull and ace out of my ass. Wait, did I

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just agree to rob the Tower of the Camel?" Never

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rob a camel, they're mean and they bite really hard!

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Thoth Amon disagreed with Conan about the necessity of robbing

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a cult whose main form of revenue was

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recycled colostomy bags. Conan wept. Thoth Amon snickered

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at the barbarians sorrow. "This is why you can never

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launch a business enterprise with choatic good characters. They just

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don't understand the intricacies of finance and advertising." Conan resented

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being stereo-typed. He was good at chess, and liked woman's

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clothing, especially the silk stuff. It always made him feel

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more confident when he began negotiations with the Amazon tribal

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field hockey team. Everyone had to wear matching uniforms consisting

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short, above the knee, woolen jersey, and a two-handed battle-axe.

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Lost in reverie, the thick-armed barbarian was caught unprepared ...

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One field hockey girl sprang onto his back. Her legs

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formed a rare, yet deadly choke hold around his sweaty

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neck and she was strong enough to cause him to

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act or be choked out. With each hand he locked

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to an ankle, and pried her firm, supple legs apart.

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He reveled in the glory of her crotch. He wondered