angry egg with a terminator face

Skynet has crashed, the machines reduced to smoking wrecks scattered across the ground. The angry eggs stand among the debris, their reflections flickering in pools of oil and dust. Then, from the haze, a wooden table emerges, polished and inviting, covered with dice, cards, and tiny plastic armies. The war has changed its form, but not its spirit. The battlefield now lies within the world of Board Games. Finished game:

Wonderful!