The name’s Davenport. I review games.
So the other day I answer a hard knock on my office door, and I see your basic barbarian: Loin cloth, big axe, mighty thews. You know the drill.
Except this guy has a pixie sittin’ on his shoulder.
“I bring you greetings, reviewer of games! I am Bodor son of Todor, breaker of chains, slayer of dragons!
“And this,” he adds, nodding to the pixie, “is Brandymead Willowdew, spreader of pixie dust, gatherer of sugarplums!”
“Hi!” the pixie chimes in.
“Oooo-kay,” I says. “And I suppose the two of you have a game for me to review?”
“Indeed,” says the barbarian, and he pulls a book out of this big brown bag. “Beyond the Black Sea,” the cover says, with a picture of a couple of Bronze Age fellas fightin’ a big ape-man thing. Old school swords-and-sorcery type stuff.
Nice and pulpy, I think to myself.
“Okay,” I says, “This looks like my kinda thing, all right. But, ah, what’s with the pixie?”
“Ah!” the barbarian says, “That is because Beyond the Black Sea is part of the Faeries Wear Boots! line of games.”
“Faeries and barbarians?” I says. “How’s that work?”
The pixie shrugs. “I mostly just wing it.”