A couple of weeks ago I went to Spiel messe in Essen, which is the largest games convention in Europe. I have managed to miss it the last couple of years because I was travelling, but thanks to M grounding us for a while, I managed to fit this one in.
Essen is not far away, but I rarely go there because it is kind of crap. They are famous for the Spiel messe, the Auto messe and their Christmas markets and nothing else. Don’t get me wrong. I went to both the Auto messe and the Christmas markets there last year and they were great; the Christmas market is far superior to any other I have been to. it’s just that the city itself has very little else to offer. Nuff said.
I am always heartened when I get involved in anything gaming related, in the same way a viking is heartened by a fjord or a junkie by a needle. It’s difficult to explain to a non gamer so I will put it simply. If aliens came to Earth and said to me, that i had to give up one of football, beer or games, or face the consequences, it wouldn’t be games that I surrendered*
Another thing that I love about places like this is that I saw so many versions of my friends (only germanified) there. I saw:
A few Robs
An Andrew
A That Chris
A Not that Chris
Four Tancreds
A Chelle or two
A bunch of Scotts
Several Jaimes
An Evelyn
A pair of Jasons
Plenty of Kurts
Some Shannons
Numerous Daves of both types
My clone many times or possibly many clones of me
and
An infinity of Damiens
*I know that comes off as a little arrogant, me assuming that after crossing the gulf of space in their super advanced interstellar craft, that a superior race would think up some kind of mettle testing conundrum for me, but what the hell.