Ludological Lamentations
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Each month our in-house agony aunt, Ben Maddox, answers your ludological lamentations
Words by Ben Maddox
Q. Dear Ben,
Please indulge me as I regale you with the briefest of anecdotes. I found myself in the middle of a field the other day. The field in question was the arable abattoir that is Uwe Rosenberg’s Agricola. As I was drawing my fifteenth beggar card I was propelled down the barrel of a stress induced reverie. I heard the screams of my family as they cried out for bread. I watched in muted horror as my root vegetables shrivelled in the barren earth and my pulses rotted on the bine. As my imaginary family breathed their last a thought stuck me: “Thank god I’m not a medieval farmer.”