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| Like Risk but with no risk for me. |
The summer between sixth and seventh grade was when Adam and I were
friends and in that time I was introduced to the game Risk. I was
absolutely in love with the game except for one big problem – I
could lose. That was not that fun so I decided to make up a new game
with a board and pieces I bought at a local thrift store called the
Deseret Industries. The board was a map board of Europe that I paired
with army figures and some chess pawns for nuclear weapons. I had
organized the rules to favor my strategy and almost guaranteed a win.
I brought my game over to Adam's house and got him and his mom to
play. The game play was going fine with Adam and I ganging up on his
mom but then I started to get worried that he was becoming too
powerful so I used the the nuclear pawn on him to decimate his
forces. As a nine year old I don't know if he was familiar with
Clausewitz, Sun Tzu, or Machiavelli, because if he was he would have
recognized my friend-poor but strategically sound decision. When I
dropped the bomb on him literally and figuratively Adam's face
dropped and he looked on the verge of tears after he had helped me as
an ally I bombed him to make sure I won. I felt horrible and tried to
throw the game to earn back some friendship but he just wanted to
lose and have it be over with and then I took my game and went home.
I thought I liked winning above all but I was wrong.
