And we were on our way out of our second combat, and got fucked by bad guy reinforcement rolls.


And we were on our way out of our second combat, and got fucked by bad guy reinforcement rolls.

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  1. Ramanan SJanuary 20, 2019 at 5:29 PM

    That doesn’t look good.

    How do you find playing solo? (You’ve tried it solo, yeah?) You gotta control all 4 people, correct? I can’t trick my family into playing.

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  2. Casey G.January 20, 2019 at 5:36 PM

    Yeah, you just play all four yourself and the baddies run on auto pilot as usual.

    Had three players today, I was Pious, and we had Rein & Rhus, and Amalynn, and we took turns with the robot. Got halfway through this expedition and we have a good collection of secrets and the Navigator's secret agenda card.

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