My little sister, Lily, is obsessed with Monopoly - which I believe to be proof enough that she's some kind of gremlin. Every day for the past week she's been begging me to play with her (the tally is 5 games and counting). There has already been hair pulling, name calling, tantrums, cheating, money poaching, illegal loans, and more. It's mental how this one simple game can reduce people to animals - it's a game of every woman for herself - maul and kill - leave no survivors.
Now if you've never had this experience whilst playing the game (which I highly doubt), you might want to just call it sibling rivalry or whatever. This is false. In March, my best friend received an Adventure Time themed Monopoly set for her birthday. We were instantly mislead by the charming look of the board thinking sure why not invited our friends round for a game night. Chips and drinks became apart of the dealing system, dinner was withheld until trades were made, my best friend and her boyfriend even broke up temporarily over an argument about who should own Park Lane.
So a slight warning for any of you who wish to venture into a game of such destruction and devastation. I'm telling you now, back away. I know it's tempting but that's all part of it's allure. It offers you power over a entire world, play your cards right, get a hold of the important properties and you will triumph over all who know you. But all that you'll be left with is broken friendships, a bunch of coloured paper and a lonely journey ahead.
Until next time! xx
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