Tyranny

Voice: What could be more wholesome than Tyranny? (A family sits at a table. Sister gets up and throws her dice.) Brother: Would you stop knocking over my camps like that? (He straightens up green markers on his territory.) Sister: Sorry. (She moves her piece.) One, two, three, four, oh, I get to take a card from the 'Force' pile. (She draws a card from the deck and reads it aloud.) Slave labor gives you an edge. Occupy one fifth of your neighbor's empire. Yay! Brother: Aw! Voice: And if you can't enjoy the taste of your fellows' blood for real, Tyranny is the next best thing. (The father takes his turn with the dice and moves his piece.) Father: ...eight, nine... (Landing on another player's occupied square, he hangs his head in defeat.) Mother: The price of rent for that square is the slaughter of all your first born. Father: But I'm out of first born. Will you accept second born? Mother: I'm afraid not. Hand me your piece. (He reluctantly complies. She puts the small plastic figure in a paper cutter and chops off its head. The surviving players cheer.) Voice: Don't let prolonged inactivity turn you into a homicidal maniac. Just play Tyranny, the traditional board game from Caesar Brothers. Plastic glue not included.
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