#Darkest night kickstarter movie#

Instead of sneaking about, their heroes barrel in with nocked arrows and raised swords, even though any halfway decent dark lord would seize the opportunity to fit them for some shallow graves. Most fantasy games don’t operate that way. Because instead, they cowered under that bush and shat their britches and hoped they wouldn’t have to do any fighting at all.

#Darkest night kickstarter movie#

Remember that scene in the second The Lord of the Rings movie where Frodo, Sam, and Gollum ran out from under their marsh-bush to shoot arrows at the passing Nazgûl and its fell steed so they could do battle? Yeah, me neither. A to B to C to Dead Necromancer, all without leaving the comfort of a single space. This hero could spend every turn searching for keys, which would unlock relics, which in turn would slay evil once and for all. Its central notion - that your heroes were waging a guerrilla resistance and would spend more time hiding than fighting - was undercut by the fact that it was relatively easy to defend a single hero chilling in the corner. Sadly, Darkest Night was a flawed game, and it fizzled from my table as abruptly as it had flickered to life in the first place. More often, it was him who did the defeating. With its thickly despairing gameplay, religion-gone-literal subtext, and smoke filling my nostrils, I defeated the necromancer time after time. It got its grip around my throat as well. For months it retained that campfire reek, like summers up the canyon, like burning villages, like a necromancer’s grip tightening around a fantasy kingdom’s throat. It arrived with a tiny board with jigsaw-puzzle connectors, smoky laser-charred wooden standees, and a napkin for wiping the soot off your fingers when you were done punching everything out. Darkest Night was one of the first games I ever played solo.