12 player game.


12 player game.

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  1. gregory bSeptember 8, 2018 at 5:53 PM

    That looks like it would take a long time but dope terrain.

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  2. Brian WilleSeptember 8, 2018 at 7:27 PM

    Oh man that is awesome!

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  3. Daniel LoftonSeptember 8, 2018 at 7:32 PM

    Wow

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  4. Casey G.September 8, 2018 at 7:55 PM

    Less than 2 hours. We all took our turns at the same time.

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  5. Barry LovsethSeptember 9, 2018 at 1:07 PM

    Was this someone's house or did you guys rent a cabin to game in? I've always wanted to do that.

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  6. Casey G.September 9, 2018 at 1:16 PM

    The group rented a park space that had a big covered gazebo and a pavilion that we used for the food and mega battle when it got darker.

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  7. gregory bSeptember 9, 2018 at 6:03 PM

    Casey G. Smart on both counts.

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  8. James LaMannaSeptember 9, 2018 at 7:47 PM

    Sweet!!

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