Last night was one of the “every other Friday” nights for Fenland Gamers.

It was looking to be a very well attended evening. If the advanced maths were correct it was looking like twelve would be attending.

However reality, life and whatever else you can think of reduced that number down to six.

Although as the evening got underway we were not to know that. We thought it would be down to eight.

With Gavin drooling over the resin bloodbowl figures Colin had printed for him. Diego, Chris, Nino and myself started playing Libertalia.

For this game we used the stormy side of the game board.

I’d like to say I did a good job of explaining the rules but at best it was adequate. And that would be very generous describing it as so.

During the first voyage there were too many misplays that were my fault. An example of a major one being triggering the anchor abilities at the end of each day instead of at the end of the voyage. I don’t know why that was in my head that they did trigger them. But it was for whatever reason.

I won because of the tie break condition. But in reality it was a tainted win. The victory really should have been Diego’s by a country mile. He has the moral victory!

The next game we played was a six player game of Survive Escape from Atlantis.

Which meant reading very quickly the expansion rules.

I did a really shit job explaining the basic rules. No other way to describe it.

We forgot to put the squid out when a whale was added to the board. Not a big misplay. Just meant we never used the squid mini expansion.

I did get frustrated with a couple of the others during the game who insisted on reading what the red bordered tile did that they had just drawn, instead of rolling the dive dice and finishing their turn. And then reading the tile description. I didn’t hide that very well at all.

Despite the above everyone seemed to enjoy playing it.

I have to say I didn’t get much enjoyment out of last nights gaming session. Afterwards I felt down about it. Even this morning as I type this post I don’t feel any more positive about it.

It’s a combination of things about the evening I think.

The misplays during Libertalia upset me a little thinking about them.

Moving the wrong coloured counters, not seeing a word when reading card text. It’s easy to dismiss them at the time as mistakes. Let alone the anchor error.

I’m pretty sure others think I’m trying to pull a fast one during the game. But I’m not they are genuine errors made by whatever brain fart causes them to happen.

I’d like to say it’s just old age. But I’ve been doing that sort of thing all my life.

Last night there were too many happening early on in the game.

The poor attendance also got to me. Particularly the two that just didn’t say anything. Although one apparently did post rather late it turns out that they’d not be attending. That message wasn’t picked up until I got home.

It meant Gavin and Colin were kinda left out when we could have included them in the game of Libertalia, split into two groups, or played a different six player game.

Then there was the guilt trip I felt after Diego pointed out in a conversation with Gavin that we didn’t play any of the games he, Gavin and Colin had bought along. We just played my two games.

I know if everyone had turned up we would have had multiple games going on and they would have got games to the table.

But still there is no excuse for me “forcing” my games on them. I need to change and be more thoughtful of others and not so selfish.

I wasn’t on my A game last night. And it was bloody obvious to all and sundry.

At the moment I might step back from the fortnightly gaming, and have a little break from it. I’ll still organise adhoc sessions to play some of my bigger games. That’s if I can find others prepared to game with me.

As I said not feeling very positive about last night. That all might change between now and the next one.

But still all I can say about last night is the title of this blog post.