Shooting irons
It's pretty much impossible to name a favourite game, any more than a favourite book or movie, but Richard Hamblen's Gunslinger (Avalon Hill, 1982) has got to be up there in the top five for me and Nick. Every game of Gunslinger creates a gripping story. The time Andy Murdin and I faced each other twenty feet apart across a saloon table, six-guns in hand, and Andy fired off shot after shot, missing every time, while I coolly built up Aim points and then ended the showdown with a single bullet. The time Nick left a stick of dynamite lit in the stables, and the game had gone into hunting mode, and Steve Foster stuck his head inside the stables just as the fuse ran out -- and his head leaded in the middle of the street at my feet. If "Misfire! Kill the son of a bitch!" means anything to you, know that that entire scene is exactly how an exchange of gunfire could play out using these rules. You won't play it, though. It's a 36-page rulebook and -- well, I know y...
