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Trade sheep, hoard brick, and betray friends over a single road. Now fits six.

Liberals vs. fascists. Lie boldly to everyone you love.

Dinosaur triage under pressure — good luck getting a stegosaurus to hold still.

Build an 8-bit dungeon, lure in heroes, and feast upon their souls. Now fits six.

Same dungeon-building chaos, now with a town worth squabbling over first.

Bluff, bribe, and assassinate your way to the last one standing.

Sneak past a sleeping dragon, grab the loot, try not to be the loud one. Now fits six.

Tap lands, cast spells, ruin friendships — thirty years of rules-lawyering and counting.

Remember what's in your pile, or lie about it with total confidence.

Say the words, slap the pile, lose a layer of skin off your knuckles.

Sneak past button-eyed horrors to save Coraline — together, for once.

Giant monsters, big dice, zero subtlety. Somebody's getting smashed.

Worker-place your way to the most deranged tea combination imaginable.

Brew for fickle customers before a hex ruins your whole shift.

Cure your own ailments by dumping the side effects on somebody else.

Same curse-dumping chaos as Side Effects, now in clumsy-alchemist flavor.

Hit the shops, chase first appearances, out-collect the whole table.

Grow mushroom rings, harvest the bounty, argue about who's cozier.

Brew increasingly unstable potions on your way to Master Alchemist.

Build a fleet, raid rival captains, and outrun the storm to the biggest haul.

Attend the right Events, land the best Suitor, out-cunning every rival heroine.

Recruit a legendary party — or just steal somebody else’s.

Build the best Claptrap, one stolen part at a time.

Serve hungry adventurers exactly what they ordered, goblins included.

Run the tavern, stock the bar, race the table to 20 gold.

Someone's the killer. Everyone else is just hoping not to draw wrong.

Same villain dungeon energy, now a tighter tile-laying puzzle.

Regency England, but it's secretly Tinder — court wisely.

Bluff the market — except the stocks are flowers and everyone's lying.

Spy, assassinate, and unmask the rival house — five minutes a round.

Save Dunder Mifflin from a hostile takeover — unless you're the mole.

Beavers run sawmills, squirrels cook dinner, and somebody wins by autumn.